[CHAR] Not Everything is Lost

[Genkai]

Genkai's Characters:

Name: Gabe Dystell (insists to be called Nah)

Age: 35

Race: Human

Class: Rouge, Archer/Ranger

Appearance: Link

History: Gabe was born in Highever to an upperclass family and is the younger of their sons. His older brother went on to become a Knight, leaving Gabe to deal with his own mediocrity. Despite the bond he and his brother formed over their youth and adolescence, Gabe was jealous of the talents his brother possessed. When his brother left to follow his dream, Gabe tried to continue his studies but found that his own practical skills were lacking. At the age of 17, he left home to travel the lands and discover what made him special. When he left home, he gave himself a new name, Nah.

As he traveled and lived off the land, he ran into dwarves, elves, mages, assassins and merchants. While his life in Highever had been rich and scholarly, Nah found being in the real world without worrying about unspoken boundries, to be very thrilling. At the age of 25, he came across an elderly man who taught him the skills of being a Ranger as well an Archer. After seven years of training, his teacher died of old age and Nah resumed his wandering but found himself less and less adventurous and more unsettled by the changing world around him. The beauty he once knew was steadily fading as more Darkspawn emerged, prompting the 35 year old to emerge from his shell and figure out if he could help.

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Name: Mela Accon

Age: 22

Race: (Dalish) Elf

Class: Mage, Spirit Healer

Appearance: Link

History: Once part of a Dalish camp that roamed the countryside, Mela wandered off when she was four and it was then, that Flemeth kidnapped her, seeing her as a suitable vassal in due time. As she grew up, her elf heritage began to fade from her memory and Flemeth continued to teach her various spells. While Flemeth had an affinity for shapeshifting and tough spells, Mela found herself more inclined to learn healing spells and ones that would only paralyze a foe or aid an ally. At first Flemeth chastised the girl for being so weak willed but eventually approved as long as she mastered the very basics of fire, ice and arcane magic. When Mela reached the age of 15, she started to wander off in the Korcari Wilds and aid those who were lost.

From time to time, she'd come across a new soon-to-be pack of Grey Wardens fighting Darkspawn and it intrigued her. By the time she reached the age of 22, she had developed the nasty habit of leaving for days at a time to ensure there weren't any lost people in the woods and other surrounding areas. During such an outing, she wandered into Ostagar and heard they needed more people to join and help defeat the Blight. Mela happily raised her hand and said that while she wasn't a big fighter, she was great at healing and wanted to see the world. Something deep inside of her prompted her to take the plunge and she couldn't ignore it any longer, despite the firm warning Flemeth always fed her.

[El Taco Taco]

Gweyr Bahira

Twenty Seven – Elf – Rivaini – Rogue ; Bard, Assassin – Grey Warden

A crumpled letter, dated 21st Bloomingtide, 9:25 Dragon:

Mamae,

First things first, you were right; things went south with Joveck’s Raiders when we hit Kirkwall. We were fencing cargo when someone sold us out to the guard. They butchered most of us, but Mick and I got away. We took the ship—with Captain Joveck dead, it seemed like a good opportunity to strike out on our own—and we very nearly made it out the harbor.

Turns out, Kirkwall has this bloody iron net in the water, and they wrecked our newly acquired ship. So rude! I tried to swim past the mess, but a bloody Templar grabbed me from the water. We got dragged into the Gallows, where Mick tried to convince the Knight Commander that I’d kidnapped him, the nughumping piece of shite. I was dead certain we’d lose our hands and get put in chains, but the strangest thing happened. Apparently a Grey Warden had seen the whole affair and thought it funny. She conscripted me before I got a bad case of prison.

So, I’m properly joined now, which is fun. The pay’s a lot better than what Joreck gave, so I can’t really complain. I’m in Nevarra now—we’re heading to Weisshaupt soon. I have to admit, I’m dreading the cold.

With all my love,

Gweyr

[El Taco Taco]

Ingvar Hjörtursen O Stone-Bearhold, The Living Thunder

Forty One – Human – Avvar – Two Handed Warrior; Berserker – Senior Grey Warden

The Avvar are not common among the Grey Wardens, but they are not unheard of--the Blight does not spare any man, and there is always someone willing to lend a blade.

Ingvar was already a man when a pair of Wardens took shelter in Stone-Bearhold for a brutal winter. They spent many nights exchanging tales, and when the winters frost receded, Ingvar left with the Wardens. His combat expertise and cunning mind served him well with the order. Although his presence sometimes drew the ire of more devout Wardens, he developed a reputation for his calm manner and utter ruthlessness in battle.

When whispers of Darkspawn in Fereldan began to spread, Ingvar was among the first Wardens dispatched. Scouring the Frostbacks, he confirmed the worst of the Order's fears, and declared that the Fifth Blight had begun.