Ansem Cousland, Teryn Cousland, and Warden Commander over the Vigil's keep. A man well known for ending the Fifth Blight and the Greyspawn scourage that came after it. He placed Alistair and Anora on the throne of Ferelden, sealed a dark deal with the with Morrigan, let Bhelen rule the Orzammar, brought peace to the elves and werewolves, and kept Arl Teagan alive. His name will not be forgotten anytime soon, but maybe time has forgotten exactly where he is. Vigil's Keep they'd say, and they'd be correct. But no longer the pinnacle of success, but no more another monument and military outpost. No longer do his friends of old take quarter with him. Many have moved on, and a few have passed. He's alone, much like a guardian statue overlooking the entrance to a tomb. Ever vigilant but ever tied to the earth underneath it.

Roald Hawk, the Champion of Kirkwall, and its brief Viscount. He defeated the Arishok and drove the qunari from Kirkwall, and he saved the same city from a devastating war between the mages and the Templars. Unfortunately, in the doing so he aided the mage terrorist Anders in blowing up the Chantry. While Hawke may have saved Kirkwall, his actions led to the fire of war spreading across the Free Marches. He tried to do right by the city by attempting to take up leadership where it had fallen through. Unfortunately, the opinion was so decided against him, he left for the countryside of the Free Marches and hasn't been seen since. There are rumors, but they're quite costly.

Omun Lavellan, rumored Herald of Andraste, Dalish ex-Inquisitor, Sealer of the Breach, and Defeater of Corephyeus. An ex-Dalish spy, and Hunter, sent by his Keeper to look over Mage and Templar gathering, and unfortunate bearer of the mark. He managed to bring peace to the raging lands, recruit numerous allies and factions, align the Orelsian government to the Inquisition's bidding, save the Grey Wardens, and refute a goddess's blessing. Yet, for all that he was stripped of his position and his left arm. He was just a Dalish elf, after all, and the faces of the Inquisition had to be ones that the people felt no alieness too. His clan destroyed in the events leading to this moment, Omun had nowhere to call home. He is said to currently dwell somewhere in Orlais, working as a broker of secrets.

NAME: Ansem Cousland

AGE: 39

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

FOUR PERSONALITY WORDS: Stoic, Stern, Embittered, and Painfully Blunt

CLASS AND SPECIALIZATION: Warrior | Champion (could do Templar for some angst)

HAIR COLOR & EYE COLOR: Brown & Blue

BASIC APPEARANCE: Ansem wears his typical Grey Warden armor, older but kept in good shape with polish and stitching. His brown hair is lightning around the temples and into his well-trimmed beard. While he seems a bit young for that, one might assume it is the life he's lived or the fact that he's a warden. As the years pass his pale blue eyes only get paler, and he's found himself quite challenged in darker places. Yet, most of the time he just tends to records and words. Occasionally, he'll attend a Joining, but he's not head out onto the battlefield in a long time--and it shows. He's of average height, with broad shoulders, thick biceps, strong chest, but he has a bit of a softness in his middle from sitting all day. Still, he's kept his sword and shield skills honed, even if he isn't out there tearing through droves and droves of darkspawn.

NAME: Roald Hawke

AGE: 32

RACE: Human

GENDER: Male

FOUR PERSONALITY WORDS: Surly, Witty, Sarcastic, and Stubborn

CLASS AND SPECIALIZATION: Mage | Spirit Mage

HAIR COLOR & EYE COLOR: Black & Grey

BASIC APPEARANCE: Roald Hawke is probably the most changed to his historical counterpart. In some far off place, in some small village, he lives there tending to the sick, even though he makes a fuss about doing it, during the day, and then drinking himself into blackness at night. He doesn't really take to wearing mage robes, quite content on a basic tunic, pants, and boots. He's long since retired his massive staff. He keeps his black hair trimmed short, and for someone that has given up, he keeps his beard quite neat. The red markings on his brow still pop against his pale gray eyes. His nose looks recently broken, but his lips are still handsomely quirked into a shit-eating grin. Unfortunately, he's gone to seed, looking more like a well-fed knight than the illustrious Hawke of old. Still, he can hold his own in a fight, especially if magic is involved.

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NAME: Omun Lavellan

AGE: 26

RACE: Elf

GENDER: Male

FOUR PERSONALITY WORDS: Bitter, Cold, Rude, and Prone to Spouts of Better-Than-Thou

CLASS AND SPECIALIZATION: Rogue | Assassin

HAIR COLOR & EYE COLOR: Brown & Hazel

BASIC APPEARANCE: Omun is mildly shorter than most elven males, sporting dark brown hair cut short and pale hazel eyes. His Vallaslin grows weaker by the years, it was something he once wore proudly, but now he hides with fancy hats. His left arm is missing and he straps it against his form. As a longbow expert, he now uses a crossbow and works his body to handle it. As such, he's probably one of the stoutest elves one might ever see. Still, that hasn't hampered his ability to slip in and out of places unseen, and in more recent years he's created a "base" of sorts in which he purchases and sells secrets--mostly the latter. As such he's leaned away from traditional Dalish garb into more striking outfits.