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Pawns of the Inquisition

As the exchange led by the much more diplomatic Warden Nolan and the two odd companions went on in the tunnels, Clara grew visibly more easy: her stance grew straighter rather than braced and her shield arm would come to dip, both fatigued by holding up for so long and interpreting a reduced risk of attack. As far as she interpreted Nolan was handling the exchange well, so she kept quiet and played her part as the Templar of the party; she wasn't so zealous to be blind to the fact that her faith could bring a worse outcome.

It was at approximately this point that Clara tightened her grip on the hilt of her longsword:
"Reward, eh? Everyone knows a dwarf can appreciate a man wanting his well deserved reward. Am I right, Erika? What if I could offer you both an even bigger reward though?" began the dwarf, bringing Clara's mind straight to concluding the dwarf was suggesting paying off her and her companion. Who do they take us for? Paying off a Grey Warden and a Templar!? her thoughts rung within her head - although thankfully not for long enough before the dwarf kept talking. "...it just so happens we have quite a bit of...uhm, negotiating to do with some undesireable types that have recently opened up a mine here." Clara eased somewhat at this, starting to put together what the dwarf is truly suggesting - or at least by her interpretation. As the dwarf looked to her, she looked down upon him - indeed, her full attention gathered. "A lyrium mine." She didn't catch the rest of the dwarf's sentence - at the mention of lyrium, having gone some time without a dose, her senses distorted and the skin under her eyelid began to twitch. She craved a dose of lyrium, her nose began to twitch in anticipation; her lyrium sand was in her kit, after all, which w-

Clara suddenly brought her shield down, bringing it harshly into her left thigh. The sudden pain brought her back to her senses, in time to catch the rest of the sentence.
"...benefits all four of us? After all we do work for the Divine herself." the dwarf suggests, to which Clara nods in response as she lifts her longsword to slide it back into her scabbard now she's content the situation is safe.
"I imagine we could, Dwarf Flint - what exactly is your title within the Inquisition, by the way?" She pauses before speaking further, "The Templar Order can use any source of lyrium for its knights in the war - although, when you say 'undesirable types', exactly who do you reference? Between the four of us I imagine what we are able to fight is quite broad, although I don't intend to fight Chevaliers or Dead Legionaries."

~*The Orient Express*~

Darijus Edgaras Astrauckas

Darijus Astrauckas

Character Summary

Name: Darijus Edgaras Astrauckas.
Aliases: None outstanding.
Age: 41 (Forty-one).
Birthday: 21st of May.
Nationality: Lithuanian.
Ethnicity: Lithuanian.
Birth Place: Dotnuva, Lithuania.
Current Residence: Vilnius, Lithuania.
Gender: Male.
Job: Foreign Diplomat for the Government of Lithuania.

Appearance

Height: 6'1 feet and inches (185 centimeters).
Weight: 159 pounds (72 kilograms).
Build: Average and maintained.
Eyes: Hazel.
Hair: Dark brown.
Skin Tone: Light, slightly tanned.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: He has his name, old service ID and blood type tattoo'd underneath his left breast and on the inside of his left thigh; these are a homage to his military service early in his adulthood and were there for identification in case of serious injury (especially severe bleeding for rapid identification of blood type for blood transfusions), wounds preventing identification such as severe facial burns and/or his corpse needing to be identified if it came to that.
Personal Style: Darijus is very much a politician in the respect he normally wears either suits or something of a spin on the polo/button up on slacks - whether it be a sweater vest, a windcheater, plain, an overcoat, or anything of the sort. His wardrobe rarely differs and he generally pulls it off fairly well, particularly with his subtle grey hairs starting to peek out. His clothes are always pressed and ironed without exception.

Regarding physical features, he is normally well groomed with short hair and a clean appearance. His nails are always short and kept clean, his hair is nearly always crisp with some vague product in it to keep it in a clean and conversation style, and he always finds time for a shave; it's a bit of a joke among his peers that he's a time traveler and only uses his powers to make sure he's clean shaven.

Psychology

Patient * Stoic * Exacting * Cunning

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Relationship Status: Divorced.
Personality: Minimal 2 paragraphs
Habits:
• Smoking, specifically cigars.
• Drinking coffee, specifically brewed stronger than the norm.
• Flicking the corner of anything he's reading, such as a newspaper of magazine.
Hobbies:
• Golf. Darijus spends a fair amount of his spare time at the country club and he's becoming something of a local golf star.
Fears:
• Not being in control.
• Fog, especially when it limits visibility.
• Bees, wasps, and similar insects.
Likes: 6 minimal
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Dislikes: 6 minimal
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History

A Memory: Minimal 1 well developed paragraph of a memory
History: Minimal 3 paragraphs about your characters life up until this point.

Extras

Character Quote: Something they say a lot or live by
Theme Song: What would be playing when they walk up if we were in a movie?
Anything Else:

WIP af. Hoping it shouldn't take too long~

Pawns of the Inquisition

No matter how many times Clara wiped the water from her the visor of her helmet, the rainwater simply continued to flow and either way she wasn't winning: if it stayed outside the helmet it kept the steel chilled and helped her freeze within the full set of it, and if it went inside it flowed down towards her collar and crept inside her armor, making her colder again and directly uncomfortable. It wasn't the discomfort that bothered her - for as inconvenient as it was, discomfort was easily solved through discipline and will, both of which an ideal Templar had in abundance - but the effects of the cold: a cold body moved slower, ached through its movements, had restricted ranges of motion and even sensory feedback, which could all spell disaster in one way or another. After uttering thanks for her Frostback heritage, probably the only reason she hadn't become a statue a few kilometers back, she looked at her companion, Nolan, longingly for a moment as she came to desire attire a bit more like his; she shook her head until she returned to her senses and trudged on, focusing on the journey.

Clara visibly flinched at the sudden explosion. By near-instinct, she raised her left arm to bring her shield to bear as she grasped her sword's hilt and hastily drew it from the scabbard with a telltale rasp, bringing it to the ready. After looking about to evaluate their immediate safety, Clara turned to face Nolan as she eased her stance somewhat.
"Think that might've been the Templars saving us all the trouble?" punted Nolan, in a rather optimistic quip about the situation. Clara let out something of a scoff.
"I wouldn't trust renegades to be so thoughtful." she quipped back, content with the small bit of humor. After the long and cold walk here, a bit of morale-boosting wasn't unappreciated; she knew full well that morale won and lost battles of all sorts, and the jests weren't detrimental by any stretch.

As Clara walked through the cave system, she deliberately walked close to Nolan's fireball as she could in a bid to defrost her plate armor, which proved a bit difficult considering how close he held it to himself. Detecting the renegades long before Nolan, she let him trip over the first corpse as she broke away as far as the light allowed to go about examining the corpses - and discreetly stripping them of their lyrium.
"It would appear someone's taking our job - Clara." Nolan commented as Clara concluded her investigations on another one of the corpses and came to stand and face him.
"That makes it much more complex than I'd like it to be." she replied with a sigh, "I don't recall anybody else being sent to dispatch the renegades from our conversation with the Knight-Captain..." With her sword and shield still in hands, she continued alongside Nolan and his fire.

As Nolan and Clara came upon the two responsible for the cave-in, Clara took a few steps in front of Nolan and brought her shield to bear, with her sword lingering at her side in no particular state of readiness but very much still at hand - preparing to front any immediate damage if it would come to blows, for Nolan to prepare counterattacks.
As Nolan spoke, she simply stood to, staring down the two figures through the visor of her helmet.

Pawns of the Inquisition

Knight-Lieutenant Clara Almeida

Clara Almeida

Knight-Lieutenant, Templar Order

Age:
25.

Gender:
Female.

Race:
Human.

Nationality:
Ferelden, from the Frostback Mountains.

Occupation:
Templar ambassador to the Grey Wardens.

Equipment:
- [Full Templar armor and attire, with a winged helmet and varied robes to indicate rank.]
- [A large Templar kite shield accompanied by a dwarven-crafted Templar officer longsword: a parting gift bought for him by his prior platoon of Templars before he moved on to become the Templar Ambassador to the Grey Wardens.]
- [A Templar's lyrium kit, with the wooden carving hollowed out to conceal lyrium sand.]

Biography:
Clara Almeida was born in the mid-upper regions of the Frostback Mountains located to the east side of Ferelden, where her family had been a part of a semi-isolationist village which traded extensively with Redcliffe Village, providing unique meats and spices from the mountain in exchange for commodities such as warm clothes and crops produce that couldn't be grown in the three-season snow. At the time of Clara's birth the village was at the tail end of poverty and hardship as significant illness had struck its residents, in turn preventing them from hunting and hence trading for essential supplies; the chain of events continued until the village was left entirely with the sick and lame. After a failed attempt at helping the village by a group of volunteers from Redcliffe Village, the volunteers pleaded their case to the local Chantry, who investigated the matter and concluded that little could be done in such a late stage. The Chantry sect decided to save who they could, and took all those who could survive the trek down the mountain or could be carried, such as infants; luckily enough, Clara was once such infant.

Clara, orphaned after the passing of her village when she was no older than 7 months old, recalls her first memories within the walls of the Redcliffe Chantry. She never knew her family and frankly wasn't really bothered by it, partly because she never knew any better and partly because she was treated well by the religious brothers and sisters. Although she was considered to be put up for adoption, her hardy constitution and natural physical prowess deriving from generations of her family being from the mountains made her an ideal candidate for the Templar Order, and as such the chantry retained her as a Sister until she could be assessed at a more appropriate age.

At 16 years of age, Clara was formally underwent an aptitude assessment for the Templar Order, and having had her life to prepare for it plus her natural perks, she passed with flying colors. She was inducted to the order and began training for her to commence her service at her coming of age. Over the next 9 years of her service, Clara grew to become an excellent warrior and promising leader, which lead to her promotion to Knight-Corporal on grounds of merit and later Knight-Lieutenant on grounds of merit and the outbreak of the war, where she was given command of a platoon to contribute to the war effort. Throughout her career Clara showed unflinching loyalty to the Order: this contributed significantly to her merit, for a Templar's obedience was more important than anything else; although all of her achievements concealed something sinister, a near-crippling addiction to lyrium which took her as far as regularly snorting lyrium sand on top of standard ingestion in order to avoid withdrawals. Clara experiences significant withdrawals when denied lyrium and if denied it entirely for long enough, there's quite a daunting chance of it leading to her death. As of current she acknowledges her addiction and expresses a desire to prevent it getting worse, but she has no intent to begin taking less lyrium.

Recently, after a successful streak of leading her platoon in the war, Clara was reassigned as an ambassador for the Templar Order to the Grey Wardens. Command for the Templar Order recently and reluctantly concluded that such a means was necessary in order to preserve good relations with the wardens contribute to the good of the realm, on the grounds the ambassador would not flinch in their duties to rid the realm of the likes of apostates and abominations. Clara was nominated for the job by her Knight-Captain and later accepted, on the grounds of her outstanding service record, her unflinching loyalty to the Order, her suitable personality, and her severe lyrium addiction which would be used to manipulate her need be. When the news was broke to her platoon, the platoon contributed minor portions of their pay individually to collectively buy a dwarven-crafted officers longsword for their leaving platoon commander as a parting gift, which now acts as her sword of choice.

Clara now journeys with the Grey Warden Nolan Halwic, who was the next best thing to a perfect partner: a Mage who respected the need to rid the world of abominations conducting peacekeeping operations in sensitive areas. The two get along well, going about peacekeeping - in war-affected areas in particular - with Clara acting as the primary liaison to the Templars and Nolan as the primary liaison to the Mages.

Pawns of the Inquisition

And here it is! After a bit of collab work with Pundii to make integration into the plot a bit easier and to keep it a bit interesting. Let me know if you want anything changed yo~

Knight-Lieutenant Clara Almeida

Clara Almeida

Knight-Lieutenant, Templar Order

Age:
25.

Gender:
Female.

Race:
Human.

Nationality:
Ferelden, from the Frostback Mountains.

Occupation:
Templar ambassador to the Grey Wardens.

Equipment:
- [Full Templar armor and attire, with a winged helmet and varied robes to indicate rank.]
- [A large Templar kite shield accompanied by a dwarven-crafted Templar officer longsword: a parting gift bought for him by his prior platoon of Templars before he moved on to become the Templar Ambassador to the Grey Wardens.]
- [A Templar's lyrium kit, with the wooden carving hollowed out to conceal lyrium sand.]

Biography:
Clara Almeida was born in the mid-upper regions of the Frostback Mountains located to the east side of Ferelden, where her family had been a part of a semi-isolationist village which traded extensively with Redcliffe Village, providing unique meats and spices from the mountain in exchange for commodities such as warm clothes and crops produce that couldn't be grown in the three-season snow. At the time of Clara's birth the village was at the tail end of poverty and hardship as significant illness had struck its residents, in turn preventing them from hunting and hence trading for essential supplies; the chain of events continued until the village was left entirely with the sick and lame. After a failed attempt at helping the village by a group of volunteers from Redcliffe Village, the volunteers pleaded their case to the local Chantry, who investigated the matter and concluded that little could be done in such a late stage. The Chantry sect decided to save who they could, and took all those who could survive the trek down the mountain or could be carried, such as infants; luckily enough, Clara was once such infant.

Clara, orphaned after the passing of her village when she was no older than 7 months old, recalls her first memories within the walls of the Redcliffe Chantry. She never knew her family and frankly wasn't really bothered by it, partly because she never knew any better and partly because she was treated well by the religious brothers and sisters. Although she was considered to be put up for adoption, her hardy constitution and natural physical prowess deriving from generations of her family being from the mountains made her an ideal candidate for the Templar Order, and as such the chantry retained her as a Sister until she could be assessed at a more appropriate age.

At 16 years of age, Clara was formally underwent an aptitude assessment for the Templar Order, and having had her life to prepare for it plus her natural perks, she passed with flying colors. She was inducted to the order and began training for her to commence her service at her coming of age. Over the next 9 years of her service, Clara grew to become an excellent warrior and promising leader, which lead to her promotion to Knight-Corporal on grounds of merit and later Knight-Lieutenant on grounds of merit and the outbreak of the war, where she was given command of a platoon to contribute to the war effort. Throughout her career Clara showed unflinching loyalty to the Order: this contributed significantly to her merit, for a Templar's obedience was more important than anything else; although all of her achievements concealed something sinister, a near-crippling addiction to lyrium which took her as far as regularly snorting lyrium sand on top of standard ingestion in order to avoid withdrawals. Clara experiences significant withdrawals when denied lyrium and if denied it entirely for long enough, there's quite a daunting chance of it leading to her death. As of current she acknowledges her addiction and expresses a desire to prevent it getting worse, but she has no intent to begin taking less lyrium.

Recently, after a successful streak of leading her platoon in the war, Clara was reassigned as an ambassador for the Templar Order to the Grey Wardens. Command for the Templar Order recently and reluctantly concluded that such a means was necessary in order to preserve good relations with the wardens contribute to the good of the realm, on the grounds the ambassador would not flinch in their duties to rid the realm of the likes of apostates and abominations. Clara was nominated for the job by her Knight-Captain and later accepted, on the grounds of her outstanding service record, her unflinching loyalty to the Order, her suitable personality, and her severe lyrium addiction which would be used to manipulate her need be. When the news was broke to her platoon, the platoon contributed minor portions of their pay individually to collectively buy a dwarven-crafted officers longsword for their leaving platoon commander as a parting gift, which now acts as her sword of choice.

Clara now journeys with the Grey Warden Nolan Halwic, who was the next best thing to a perfect partner: a Mage who respected the need to rid the world of abominations conducting peacekeeping operations in sensitive areas. The two get along well, going about peacekeeping - in war-affected areas in particular - with Clara acting as the primary liaison to the Templars and Nolan as the primary liaison to the Mages.

Pawns of the Inquisition

Hey~ Just chipping in to see if this is still recruiting? I'm pretty interested.

Avatar: The Faded History

Lahe Hakorsi

Airbender

Admittedly, Lahe didn't expect sea sickness at all - mostly because she had no idea it existed, but still. Her meditation at the bow of the ship became something of a fortitude exercise, where she would centralize her thoughts and fight off the effects of the sea sickness. Given the time and left interrupted, her skin went from flushed back to normal as she conquered her illness and gathered her thoughts.

Lahe's eyes pry open as she tilts her head to look towards the other crew members. A brief analysis was telling enough - there was a bit of a scuff which struck her as silly and two people stood by themselves, who seemed like good options for introductions: the earthbender and the waterbender. As Lahe stood and took her staff in hand, she initially went to talk to the waterbender, but after seeing the chi-blockers sparse glares towards her (which Lahe couldn't help but wonder if they were romantic or not), she decided to pace over to the earthbender instead.

Curious and perhaps a little insensitive, Lahe came up beside the earthbender and peered over his shoulder to see what he was reading.

Outcasts - A Star Wars Roleplay

Interested. Will start writing a character sheet.

An Amateur's Treatise on Popular Military Understanding

Good stuff man, look forward to reading more of it~

Avatar: The Faded History

Lahe Hakorsi

Airbender

"Hello, everyone. I am Avatar Terra..."
Lahe, standing with one hand on her airbender staff which rests on the ground at one end, looks over towards the source of the voice. The tone of voice alone was interesting to her, and not in the good sort of way: when she had envisioned being an air nomad envoy to the Avatar herself, she pictured working with.. well, someone not resentment of a schoolgirl. Lahe looked over the Avatar's features as she continued to speak, her eyes flicking up and down but her head remaining still. She suppressed the urge to sigh - she could only begin to imagine what's to follow in this 'great journey' with a personality like this as the avatar.

"...respective area of expertise."
As the Avatar smiled towards Tahe, Tahe nodded to show acknowledgement and respect instead. Come the handshake, Tahe took the hand intently with her spare hand and gave a firm shake.
"Lahe Hakorsi from the Eastern Air Temple, delegate of the Air Nomads. I look forward to working with you." Lahe idly adjusted her grip on her staff as Terra continued on with the meet-and-greets.

"So, shall we begin our journey?" promoted Avatar Terra, as she went about leading the way. Lahe quietly followed in suite, having nothing to add. Over the walk to the boat she intently looked over the other delegates, plus the two extras: the chi-blocker and the weapons master, in order to size up the crew. Lee Shen, who appeared to be the Fire Nation delegate, struck her goofy but reliable - she made a note of talking to him later and making herself acquainted. Ling Feng struck her as a little odd and out of place - she didn't quite know what to make of him, but feels a little wary. Ming Xiu didn't strike her as anything really - she seemed like any other person at a glance, albeit odd carrying an axe around, which made her a little wary. Tai Song struck her particularly well - he seemed reliable and dedicated at a glance, defiantly someone hardened who wouldn't succumb to big cuddly animals. Lastly, Feng Shei... Whilst she did value a no-nonsense approach, Feng Shei struck her as excessively no-nonsense, and as something of a bother.
She let out a quiet sigh to herself. She knew she should be making friends with these people and not judging them - she'd be with them for a while, after all. For now, she decided to just start with the fire delegate and the earth delegate.

She boarded the ship quietly, stowed her gear quietly and moved back up to the deck quietly, staff in tow the whole way. Without anybody to really wave to that she knew, she moved to the bow of the ship and sat quietly at the head, folding her legs on top of one another with help from her hands and setting her staff in front of her. She decided to meditate until the boat reached the high seas - she'd take the time to gather her thoughts on the party and establish an approach, then go about meeting the other party members more thoroughly.