Asher890

Anima (An Animal RP)

Hopefully we'll get more soon. Sadly, I don't know anyone to bring to this role-play. :)

The Silent War---OPEN

@Ithradine

Elodie inwardly grimaced, " I do not envy you." She offered the man a small smile before continuing, "Hopefully you won't be too busy to enjoy yourself." Elodie's icy blue orbs studied Illuminos for a moment. "--And perhaps.. if you aren't too busy with your doting subjects', we can catch up later." She added in nonchalantly, it would be nice to catch up with him after all. Of course they had never been what she'd call 'close'. In fact, Elodie had been discouraged, by relatives', from befriending him due to her low ranking and her 'reputation'. Elodie never understood why most high ranking nobles seemed to distain her so much. She looked over to see Feron had wandered away. Hopefully he wouldn't get into too much trouble. Elodie let out sigh before turning back to Prince Illuminos.

Her thoughts wandered around to her duties ahead with her being one of the chosen. Those chosen would make the journey to a city, a name of which they knew nothing of. Elodie knew all about the horrors of the Lich King, her parents had told them to her in the way of a lesson. Don't go out at night alone, or never venture far from home. Joining the battle against the Lich King would be dangerous, but she would be protecting her family.

Religion being the one thing that held the kingdoms together had always intrigued her to learn more about their cultures. While most citizens' are to some degree devout, she didn't praise any of the deities. She was without religion, but that didn't make her a bad person... right? Her parents were more or less 'religious', they even participated in the Holidays' surrounding their religion. While Elodie knew that something must have made their world; whether naturally or by one god, didn't matter. At Voy, while many prayed to their gods, she would spend casting spells. Elodie snapped out of her thoughts before focusing back on Illuminos.

The Silent War---OPEN

@Ithradine

Elodie offered a small smile, "Thanks," She paused glancing at Illuminos," So what duties must you attend to at this shindig? " Her icy blue orbs sparkled playfully. She had previously been standing beside Feron, the half- breed Anserian, listening to Prince Illuminos's speech. She had appreciated the words, and they seemed genuine enough. Aion's city square was decorated beautifully, but it was a bit gaudy for Elodie's taste. However, the gardens were beautifully put together. She even recognized her favorite flowers. She continued looking around, her eyes focusing in on her fellow festival goers. Today they were actually acting somewhat normal, smiles on most of the people. She noticed a few dirty looks, it was clear they were unhappy with her being chosen. She understood why they would be; by no means was Elodie considered the cream of the crop in Anserith society. Not to mention the fact that her family was one of the poorer ones. Due to the fact that she had spent her youth at the magic school in Voy, she had not spent it being shaped by uptight elders.

Since she came back she'd received an overwhelmingly negative response from some of the most formidable houses in all of Anserith. While she didn't particularly care what they thought, her mother sure did. Today was another chance to prove that her child wasn't a complete failure. Since Elodie had been chosen as one of the 'Ascended', her mother thought it necessary to dress for the festival. The whole nine yards; now here, Elodie was glad for her mother decision. The process of getting ready took more than two hours-- from picking out the right perfume to selecting the best hair arrangement. Even her dress was her mother's call. This was the most done up she had been in years, not including the disaster of her mother's soirée summers ago. Until she came down it was going well for a Prosperi party, the thing that ruined it was her. She had been about three years old and had been complaining of a hurting stomach. Her mother had believed that it was farce until Elodie projectile vomited on a influential party goer.

Despite the Anserian disapproval, Elodie knew that she was an excellent mage and more importantly a great person. She believed in herself and didn't give a damn about what others thought about her. Elodie had spent years honing her skill at the academy, now she was incredibly adept at her skill. Her experience had Voy had been the best. Elodie looked back at Illuminos awaiting his reply. She barely knew the man, but had talked to him before she had been sent off. The only real memories she had of him was when she had been young. From what she remembered he had been kind. She didn't have any friends, but Feron and her got along fairly well despite his lack of wings. He, too, had been a controversial chose, however, Elodie enjoyed the company of someone who was equally hated in the Anserith social scene.

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

@POOHEAD189 If you could, do you think you could glance over my sheet and tell me what you think? Sorry, I am pretty anxious about these sort of things! :)

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

@POOHEAD189 Sounds neat! I'll look forward to reading your character sheet. I was sooo tempted to do a female elf, but decided on doing something that I don't normally rp.

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

@POOHEAD189 They all sounded interesting, what sort of character are you cooking up? Or is it a hush hush situation?

Dragon Age: Oathbreaker

Caius Anatolius

Caius

Male | 28 | Human

Basic Info

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Birthplace

Val Royeaux, Orlais

Appearance

Caius is handsome, just like his parents and knows it too. Standing at 6'4", he is a large man. Caius has a large, athletic build-- designed to sustain injury and give it back. Caius has a deep, husky voice that sounds pleasant on the ears. He has dark brown wavy cut short, but he has decided to let it grow out recently. Caius has several scars on his face, including one in his brow area. The scar has caused a lack of growth in that brow section. That particular scar was given to him in a fight when he was fifteen while dueling his ex- bestfriend, Markus. (Markus is now a wanted man for his involvement in the death of a Knight Commander.) Caius has the slightest bit of a scruff around his jaw, but tries to keep up with daily shaving. His eyes are always something that people can't agree on, what color are they? To him they are silver. Caius has a pair of full lips that are a rosy pink color. His skin is a light olive that easily tans when out for long periods.

Background

Caius was born to the house of Anatolius in the city of Val Royeaux, however, following the death of his father (the late Marquis Jacques Anatolius) he was raised in The Free Marches with his mother's, Lady Atriah Anatolius (nee Trebellia) family. Marquis Anatolius had been out walking the market district when he was assassinated by an unknown woman. Since his uncle became the new Anatolius Marquis, his father's heir was not needed, as his uncle had a plethora of children. Marquis Bayard had already been in the middle of a plot to steal the family title, so Lady Atriah was quickly booted from her role as Marquise. She didn't mind much either, who was a low ranking noble to command such a powerful house?

Instead she focused her efforts on finding a new husband, who would also care for her, now, five year old son. Atriah swiftly remarried a Fereldan merchant by the name of Robert Valluy. They met at social gathering in a mutual friend's home. Caius, still distraught by his father's demise, would act out as a child. Robert saw a troubled boy that needed guidance, of the likes he could not offer, and would send him to the city chantry. Caius become fascinated by the Templar order, they were everything he wanted to be. Caius had run home excitedly after asking a Templar questions about how they joined. He had asked to be sent to the Templar's so he could 'brave like them'. At first Atriah was horrified, her only son going off to the Templars? After coercion on Robert's part, she agreed. Caius was sent to the Templars soon after, beginning him on the rode of valor. He quickly befriended Markus, their bond was much thicker than any blood ties that either had.

Caius soon grew to be a strong man with equally strong beliefs. Though he wanted to up hold the peace, he had a respect for mages. Sure they had magic that could be terrifying, but why was the Chantry so scared? That tremor in the Templar beliefs would ultimately be an undoing of his. At the prime age of twenty- three, Caius allowed himself to fall in love with the one thing they told him to hate. He couldn't help it, she was beautiful. With her long silvery golden curls, rosebud lips and forest green gaze. She was exactly what you'd imagine a saint would act, Wren couldn't help she'd been born with magic. By the time he knew what was happening... it couldn't be helped. Caius prayed day-and-night to end this beautiful nightmare. It didn't, in fact, he only fell in deeper. They agreed to elope and flee to the Tevinter Imperium, where mages had much better rights.

While sneaking out the night of the plan, two Templars' caught her idly casting a flame in her hand while waiting for her lover. Since the orders' views on magic are clear, they would have to put her in a holding cell. After she resisted arrest, the three got into a short lived scuffle. Before she could cast her magic, she was killed. Caius got to their meeting place, expecting his new life to begin. As his silver eyes looked for his green eyed saint, he found her bludgeoned body. Her bell-like laughter, gone. The kindness in her soul, gone. Her goofy grins, gone. He sobbed as he held her cold body. A void in his heart that would never been filled.

At approximately a quarter till two in the morning he rose, his legs tired. Caius brought her body to her family, explaining what happened. Her mother sobbed into her Wren's blood stained curls. Even her father cried silently as he took her small body into his arms. As Caius walked away, he rubbed the cold metal of the golden locket that she gave him. The night that they had last made love, she gave it to him with a simple explanation, "It's a family tradition to give a necklace to your husband... and since we are getting married soon.." His hot tears down his cheeks and his throats sore from his pleas. As he entered the barracks, he spoke to nobody. Markus let his friend cry on his shoulder, staying silent despite knowing he had warned Caius.

As years went on, Wren's blood long gone from his garbs, Caius began to downright distain the order. At times he was without any belief of the Maker, eventually he returned to being Andrastian. Every mission or order, made his distain grow. After the incident with Markus happened, Caius had lost everyone. Instead of moping around, Caius went searching for his childhood friend. When his search for Markus left Caius high and dry, he met the Oathbreakers. After finding them, he has began to find some normalcy in his life. The Oathbreakers are definitely not in their heyday, but Caius won't be leaving anytime soon.

Personality

Caius isn't open to the idea of 'soulmates', since Wren was killed. He is extremely intelligent, with a steadfast belief system. He can be hot-headed at times but that rarely occurs; he's been an even tempered since childhood. When you first meet him, one would think that he's a blood thirsty sex machine. Despite common belief and teasing among friends, Caius is very caring by nature and will often lend an ear to his teammates. However, that can only happen once they have befriended him. He is loyal to his new family, and would gladly stand by any of their sides in battle. Caius will sometimes seem blasé, however, he takes his time in studying any out of ordinary characteristics. (One thing to note: he's a borderline alcoholic. Caius has a addictive personality.) He has dogmatic tendencies, but tries his best to be polite. Caius gets very flirtatious (he knows what he wants.)

Curriculum Vitae

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Years served

3 1/2

Profession

Warrior | Reaver

Modius Operandi

Caius is what you'd call a 'tank', he will be in the heat of the battle.

Skills

Fighting: Caius is naturally adept at this skill but his years as a Templar have allowed him to hone this skill.
People skills (charming, lying, etc...): Need the pants of a noble? He's your guy! This silver tongue has more uses than one.
Survival: Should the Oathbreakers need sustenance while hiking in a wilderness, Caius was taught what plants are edible by his green-thumbed mother.
Nobility Knowledge: Detailed study of politics, rhetoric, and those who wield them to best effect. (Yes, I took this from Dragon Age wiki.)

Important Relations:

Markus Vanegas: Ex bestfriend. Last known location- Hinterlands.
Lady Atriah Valluy (nee Trebellia) : Mother. Last known location- Denerim.
Robert Valluy: Stepfather. Last known location: Denerim.
Marquis Bayard Anatolius: Uncle. Last known location: Orlais.
Lady Ambre Frère (nee Anatolius) : Half sister (father's side.) Last known location- Free marches
Anatolius Family (Noble) : Paternal family. (Possible connections available)
Trebellia Family: Maternal family. (Connections available)

Thoughts:

Feelings on the other members of the group. To be filled in later.

Tools of the Trade

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Weapons & Ammunition

X1 Ornate Battle Axe
X1 Chiseled Blade
X1 Balanced Round Shield

Spells

Caius is not a mage, keeping it very simple!

Clothing & Armor

X1 Battle master armor (Dark gray)
X2 Simple pants (dark beige color)
X3 Simple shirts (all a vanilla color)
X1 Slightly worn dark brown leather boots

Tools & Things

X1 Lute
X1 20 feet of common rope
X1 Book of Chantry verses

Potions & Poultices

X10 health potions
X5 simple health poultices

Ingredients & Rations

X10 Curled Dock

Bags & Pouches

X1 Large travelers bag
X1 Large Water skin

Odds and Ends

X1 Pure gold locket
X1 Ancestral ring of house Anatolius

If anything needs to be adjusted feel free to let me know! :)

Anima (An Animal RP)

Name: Cassiopeia Larken
Species: Cat/ Nyanni
Tribe/Clan/Pack/etc.: Larken (totem: lark)
Description:
Personality: Cassiopeia is very intelligent; however, she can be somewhat blasé. Her moral alignment would be described as true neutral. She is trust worthy, and will never tell someone’s secret. Or perhaps, she uses them for her own gain… Cassiopeia is bold, and doesn’t enjoy thinking of ‘what if?’
Background: Cassiopeia was taken prisoner on the ship after a scuffle with one of the ship workers after it unknowingly docked close to a hunting party. The cats fired at the crewmembers but she was caught by one of them. By the time the others went to get help, she was already locked up (still threatening them) with nothing they could do. Before that, she had lived happily with her tribe, and was establishing herself as a huntress.
Talent: People skills, is something that not everyone is quite adept at. Cassiopeia is excellent at, in fact, her tribe mates used to joke she could charm the pants off of the wolves’ leader.
Weakness: Using technology; since she used to live with her tribe without any, it gives her quite the headache. She’d be just fine without ever having to use it.
Knack: Decision making; Cassiopeia used to aid in hunts and would often be given the task of choosing which prey to go after. She makes up her mind quickly and does so without remorse.
Flaw: Cassiopeia’s back right leg, is still not as strong as the others from a bad break as a kitten. It can sometimes cause uncomfortable pressure but other than that it does not affect her too badly.
Posts/Week: 3
Example Post:

Cassiopeia hissed at the guard as he walked by. He smirked at the captive lynx, his harsh grey eyes glinting in amusement. The lupin walked up to the bars and asked mockingly, “What are you going to do?” Cassiopeia launches forward trying to scratch him, instead of clothing her face hit a metal bar. He howled in laughter, his tan scarred muzzle twitching as he did so. Cassiopeia sighed in defeat and walked over to a shadowy part of the cell. It was useless, she would never get out of here. “Oh, you have given me such a wound!” He continued in a mock pained voice. After laughing at her again he left her. Cassiopeia’s amber orbs studied her small cell; grey wall, gray floor, grey everything! She missed the lush forests she had grown up in. I want to go home. Her claws absent-mindedly dug into the prisoner’s outfit that they’d given her to wear, she had swiftly refused, instead taking the time to curse at them.

The door opened and her audits swiveled towards them. She ignored it until she smelled food. Her stomach made noises signifying her hunger. Cassiopeia noted the footsteps she heard, “Here’s dinner, I made sure to get it fresh.” Looking up, she recognized this lupin. The wolf slid the tray through the bars and stepping away from the bars.

“Thank you.” Cassiopeia called after the fellow female before swiftly digging in. Despite being miserable in this cell, she could appreciate the taste of this food.

“Where is my food?” The male guard joked.

“In the cafeteria, I am not your slave.” The female rolled her eyes before casting one final glance at Cassiopeia, and leaving the cell room.

Cassiopeia scarfed the meal down, licking her lips in content. She then went to the task of grooming herself, she wasn’t without manners after all. Her tongue’s many pallipae going through her spotted pelt. When she was certain that the task was complete, she laid down. Her mouth opened in a yawn, her tongue stretching out. Her thoughts went back to her tribe mates that would often sun beside her after eating. The cell was cold, would have bothered a hairless animal but all it did was remind Cassiopeia of her warm home. She sighed before closing her eyes, ready for the sleepiness to take over.

The Silent War---OPEN

@Ithradine I don't know if I was supposed to add my character sheet to the characters list yet, I apologize. I can put her here for you to look it over.

Anima (An Animal RP)

Alright, will do! :)