Dhavalhan Albrehan of clan Eradhal

30

Dalish Elf

Female

Mage: Arcane Warrior

Dhavalhan is thin and slight of frame, delicate, ethereal even for an elf. She moves with an economy of motion and grace as if each movement was choreographed for the reserve of energy. Nothing wasted. She favors thin flowing skirts and dresses that enhance her otherworldly impression. They're modest and leave much to the imagination while still being feminine.

Her hair is straight as a pin and just past chin length. The coppery hue shines with health and vitality and she favors wearing it down at times to hide behind it. Her eyes are Lyrium blue; that seem to hold the knowledge of Arlathan itself. Her vallaslin is also Lyrium blue and is a delicate branching up her nose, across her forehead, to curl down her temples, to lightly line her cheekbones in a symmetrical beautiful flowing design. Her complexion is as pale as cream.

Arlathan, Clan Eradhal. Born into a small family with no siblings her mother was the Halla keeper and her father a hunter of the clan.

Dhavalhan is a kind, compassionate individual until you tell her she can’t do something. Then she gets mad and attempts to prove you wrong. Her fury is struck by injustice that she perceives. Whether that is correct or not doesn’t matter to her. She is smart as a whip and quick to pick things up, be it a budding romance or a talent or skill she is interested in. She is normally very happy and attempts to make others happy as well even if it annoys them. She is charming but is quite shy around attractive men, who see a very different woman. Around them she is tongue tied and it takes a lot for her to open up. Once she does she very quickly likes to pair people off to be happy. She is still young at heart and wears her emotions on her sleeve.

Oddly the only child in a clan that normally had multiple children from a pairing, Dhavalhan was a miracle child to her mother and father. Her mother was unable to have more children after the long hard birth. She was sheltered and cosseted by her parents and as fortune would have it did not wind up spoiled rotten. She grew into her calling to be the Keeper’s First touched by the ancient magics with the abilities of an Arcane Warrior; which the Keeper realized after the third scuffle that she got into with the Keeper’s Second. To be fair the Second had it coming after teasing her about Revanelas’ capture and Dhavalhan’s tears over it even after two years. He had rescued her from his fate and she fell for him hard. She felt guilty about the fact that it was his saving her that led him to being caught by slavers.

Putting a sword in her hand was the best thing for Dhavalhan. She quickly learned her abilities and far outpaced the Second. Because she had something driving her. She was going to find Rev and she was going to tear Tevinter apart to bring him back. She was almost ready to go find him seven years later when he came back.

Rev’s return was soon eclipsed by the fact that he was joining the Grey Wardens. Shocked, she could only stand by and watch as the haunted man collected his things and moved on. Well she wasn’t having it. She took off after him and joined the Grey Wardens; which he was not happy about when he found out. So at the tender age of twenty she started even more training with the Wardens being one herself now.

Ten years later she had learned even more about her abilities and took to them like a duck to water. She was a favorite with the recruits with her unfailing attempts to lift spirits and work hard.

Nicholaus Lemaître

43

Human

Non-binary

Knight-Enchanter Mage

Standing 6' 2" tall, Nicholaus stands alongside others rather with a sense of pride from being an olive-skinned Orlesian. His long, wavy, dark brown hair is complicatedly styled, often in different hairstyles depending on the occasion. While his impressively long, trimmed mustache isn't too touched upon with wax and other products. And often wearing battlemage armor formally from the Orlesian Army, modified to appear similar to armor worn by Inquisition forces. Out of combat, Nicholaus wears casual clothing made originally by manufacturers from Val Royeaux, either brought or gifted to him.

Nicholaus has trimmed eyebrows and dark brown wide eyes with measured, wearing round glasses for reading. His pointed chin, long face, and full lips are defining features in addition to his wide hips. His short torso lacks any chest muscle tone while maintaining his weight to a certain degree.

Enchanter Staff
Battlemage Armor

Advisor of the Magi - Having been nothing more than a plain old advisor to those illiterate in magic, Nicholaus flourished throughout the years learning much about the practices.

Survivor of The Game - Growing up amongst the nobility of Orlais, it's almost expected that one has a deep understanding and appreciation of The Grand Game. Nicholaus often found himself in the middle of such challenges quite often.

Knowledge Curator - Given there wasn't much a mage could do while stuck in a tower, Nicholaus took to reading history scrolls and books to relieve the boredom.

Spear Handling - Despite being a mage, a Knight-Enchanter was expected to engage in melee combat. Nicholaus chose to treat his stave like a spear, unlike a sword, to maintain as much distance as possible.

Nomad - Given his job required constant travel, Nicholaus quickly adjusted to temporary living, always ready to move to different locations without much difficulty.

Winter's Grasp
Spirit Blade
Combat Clarity
Fade Shield

Montsimmard Circle Tower, Orlais.

Calculated Bastard - In order for one to survive the Game, Nicholaus had to be one step ahead of his enemies. That meant doing whatever it took even if it brought forth death to those that crossed him. And even after leaving that life behind him, old habits were still around and often reared its ugly head regardless of the circumstances.

Aging Body - Nicholaus was not getting any younger, and it was beginning to show when his eyes started to get weaker. So far though, he was in decent enough condition to continue fighting for the Wardens.

Being from the countryside originally was something engraved into Nicholaus, even as he was sent away to the tower at the unusual age of five. His intense desire for a family was quickly used against him in The Game, where compassion could easily be discarded without remorse. It was something that was quite difficult to let go especially when he got more familiar with the dance. But it could never be crushed. His mask was a deliberate one, in which his clients assumed him to be a calculated, distant mage. Someone who wanted to break free of his confines in the tower and be amongst the nobility. And even though his freedom came with his work, taking off the mask in front of anyone was impossible.

And he paid accordingly when he did let the mask down ever so slightly. Nicholaus relied on his training as a Knight-Enchanter to push through the mental pains alongside his work as an advisor. Combat also provided thrills and the adrenaline rush to his otherwise dull life, though he did not enjoy taking away life from any life form. His mask was now a tightly held safeguard designed to never be let down even at the slightest inconvenience in front of him. But with his time in the Inquisition and the Grey Warden, the mask began to show cracks (age also played a major factor). Nicholaus was facing a dilemma that couldn't be solved with clever tactics or a simple spell trick, and that left him baffled for the first time in decades.

For much of their early adulthood, Nicholaus Lemaître served as a traveling arcane advisor to noble families across Orlais. They often remained beside their patrons for a few weeks to months, depending on the severity of the commission. But given the usefulness of a knight-enchanter, they mainly dealt with protective roles or the occasional wildlife hunter. It was well-paid and respectable enough to keep the Orlesian Chantry and its Circle of Magi off of their back. That was until the War of the Lions brought forth chaos to the homeland, forcing Nicholaus to get involved.

The Knight-Enchanter was cautious to not align with the crown nor the rebels, an attempt to play both sides of the conflict. It was at this point in Nicholaus' life that the Game was truly dangerous. Lies and deceit were common tactical decisions made to protect their bottom line, which was an occurrent feat to achieve on a daily basis. And after a year of keeping up with the charade grew ever tired of the civil war and the inconvenience it brought forth to the lands. So when news came of the Inquisition and their efforts to secure a truce, it was an opportunity of a lifetime for Nicholaus, a talented mage capable, to offer their services to the cause.

The Breach was more of a threat to the whole world than the Orlesian noble ever could have realized. Nicholaus was part of the platoon that attacked Corypheus and his forces of Red Templars. Not long after it was sealed, and with the world seemingly saved, Orlais soon descended into a new kind of war from the shadows where The Game was ever so essential to one's survival. In the hopes of finding a new sense of normalcy, Nicholaus chose to remain in the Inquisition until it was publicly disbanded by the Exalted Council. So, with no desire to resume their previous occupation, they sought out purpose in the Grey Wardens alongside their fellow comrades.

Nicholaus survived the Joining and quickly adapted to life, having been transferred over to Wheisshaupt to assist the mage teachers with their lessons.