[I]The Grey Wardens[/I]:

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[B]Name[/B]: [I]Garviel[/I]

[B]Race[/B]: [I]Elf[/I]

[B]Sex[/B]: [I]Male[/I]

[B]Rank[/B]: [I]Warden-Commander[/I]

[B]Description[/B]:

[I]While Garviel appears youthful and beautiful to look upon, with fair skin, long golden hair and eyes the colour of a clear Antivan sky set like gems into high cheek bones, he is in fact nearing the end of his life as a Grey Warden, with precious few years left with which to continue the struggle against the Great Enemy. Despite his impending doom he is jovial, joyous and is often caught laughing and smiling among his fellow wardens. His voice is often described as being as soft as silk, and melodious.

His physique is distinctly elven: tall and lithe with firm muscular structure; defined, without being grotesquely stocky and bulbous like a dwarf. His gait and style of movement are also perceptibly elven, with an upright posture and as perfect a balance and stance as an imperfect creature can have. What little armour he uses is made of light leather of greens and browns: a cuirass styled with images of tree branches across each breast, and a pair of simple fur-lined leather boots. Under his armour he wears rich, thick cloth, similar to robes, of deep violet and blue, trimmed with golden thread. Over his clothing and armour he generally wears a long, hooded grey cloak. While, in his youth, other wardens boasted martial prowess and magical ability, Garviel was always seen to be the warden with the most style among his order. Against the Darkspawn he uses a long, curved, steel elven greatsword; its hilt formed of ancient oak and inlaid with gold, and its edge as sharp as a woman's tongue. He also carries an ornate shortbow made of whitewood slung around his shoulders.

Garviel was born into a human settlement, as a city elf. Throughout his youth he and his people faced prejudice and discrimination from the local people and, in particular, the landed gentry and nobility which owned the alienage he called home. Unable to inflict the physical harm on his human oppressors that he so desired, he took to thievery as a means of infuriating and humiliating them instead. The local lords would never believe that a simple elf was able to break into their homes, so he remained uncaught for several years. He had no use for the gems and treasures he could steal, but he found it very useful to place stolen items in the homes of various lords and ladies, to instigate rivalries between them. He enjoyed watching them bicker and fight each other over his tricks, knowing that he would never be suspected; being under the notice of humans as he was. Other elves eventually took to similar acts as a way of getting back at their oppressors, until eventually the local guards caught a group of elven youths stealing money from a merchant's home. A riot broke out in the alienage when the guards were ordered to cull the elves as punishment. Garviel had been practising swordplay in his home since childhood, using it as an expression of anger and frustration. Knowing that he would be executed if he was caught with a weapon in the alienage, even an improvised weapon such as a stick or knife, he practised alone. When the riots broke out his skills were invaluable to his own survival. Elves swarmed the guards and tore their weapons from them, but only Garviel, while not particularly skilled, had any notion of how to use them. While sustaining numerous wounds, he was able to kill two guards in single combat and wound several others as they attempted to restrain him. The observing guard captain had ordered his men to capture Garviel, and to publicly execute him and several others as an example to the rest. However, they were unable to subdue him for several minutes as he gracefully deflected their blows and slashed wildly at them as they attempted to grab him. The Warden-Commander at the time had been informed of the riot and had arrived at the alienage to observe. As Garviel's strength was sapped from his body, he was eventually disarmed and restrained. The Warden intervened immediately before the executions began, and invoked the Right of Conscription. 

Garviel survived the Joining several weeks later while his fellow Warden recruits perished. For twenty-five years he has battled the Darkspawn wherever they emerged across Ferelden. He has outlived almost every other member of the Grey Wardens from the time that he joined, though his time is now nearing its end, and for fifteen years he has served the Ferelden Wardens as Commander of the Grey. He now acts as an advisor to the king in matters pertaining to the Darkspawn, and he, along with what few Wardens exist in Ferelden, stands against the Enemy.[/I][/hider]

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[b]NAME:[/b] Morven Talathrien
[b]GENDER:[/b] Female

[b]DESCRIPTION:[/b]
Morven is a tall, rather willowy elf who looks as if a strong breeze would knock her over. Pale skin bears the marks of many battles and adventure with bite wounds from wolves, scars from blades and fire and other miscellaneous scratches covering her body from a life well lived. While her facial features are somewhat blocked out by the eye-catching vallaslin on her face, they are sharp, angular and typically elven. Morven has mundane brown eyes. At 45 years old, her hair is beginning to go white in places, though most of it is still dirty blonde and tied up in a long braid that reaches her lower back.

Her armour is not really armour at all but robes made of cotton, leather and fur. They are stained with various shades of green and brown and can easily blend into the background of a forest. Twine holds them closed in place of buttons or ribbon. Morven carries with her a handmade staff as a weapon, ornately carved with sigils for each of the Dalish gods (including Fen'Harel); however, stashed on her belt is a skinning knife to be used in the direst of emergencies.

As a Dalish mage, Morven's skills mostly pertain to the earth, blood magic, and occasionally hexes. While she is fairly decent with the wider abilities of magic – fire, runes and the like – she looks down on them with disdain as she perceives it is only the Circle mages who use them. During her years travelling as a lone Grey Warden, she has been researching the ancient elven path of the Arcane Warrior, and feels she is on the edge of a breakthrough in the field.

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Morven had once been the First of the now-extinct Talathrien Clan, child of a Dalish Hunter and a city elf; however, at the tender age of twenty five (much too young) she was forced to take up the mantle of Keeper due to an unfortunate incident claiming the life of her master. Despite the stress of the position, she gave it her best shot, but juggling care for the large group as well as her two children, one of them a mage, proved to be too much for her. 

When her oldest daughter turned to demonic influences, perhaps out of a lack of attention from her mother, Morven was left to hunt her down alone and stop her from terrorizing the human towns with no help from her unsupportive clan. After finding and ending her in Denerim, she opted to be recruited into the Grey Wardens rather than persecuted as a lone apostate by the Templars. It has been fifteen years since she became a Warden and just as long since her clan scattered to the wind.[/hider]

[hider=Lynare]Name: Lynare

Race: Dalish Elf

Gender: Female

Appearance: Stands around 5'5, has darker red tribal forest Dalish tattoos only the forehead. Bas blue eyes.Description: Lynare was forced to be a Grey Warden after her Dalish camp was under attack by Darkspawn. Fighting bravely, she slaughtered many on her home and the Dalish tribe own but she was inflicted by taint. A Grey Warden happened by and saw the fighting, impressed by Lynare's skill. He then demanded that she join, both for his cause and to save her life. Unhappily, she went along.[/hider]

[hider=Adale]Name: Adale

Race: City Elf

Gender: Male

Description: A apostate Mage who was born in Orlais. Brought up in a allienage , he discovered his magic at the age of 8, in which he was taken to the Circle at the age of twelve when he was discovered with magic. In later years when Templars were escorting him along with some other mages to Fereldan's circle, Darkspawn attacked. A Grey Warden showed up and witnessed Adale's skill with magic, invoking his right to recruit him, Adale's went to be a Grey Warden willingly.[/hider]

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xTv7tPhlBpo]"Let the blade pass through the flesh, Let my blood touch the ground, Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice. -Andraste 7:12"[/url]

[b]Name[/b]
Paxton Arkwright

[b]Race[/b]
Human

[b]Gender[/b]
Male

[b]Description[/b]
Paxton is a tall man, standing at 6'4 in height, with a muscular body build. His skin is slightly on the pale side and is peppered with scars from countless misadventures in his life, though there are a series of them that rack his arms that stand out among the rest. His hair is a dark, ash black and normally hangs down below his shoulders in a uncombed mess, though on occasion he has been known to tie it back into a loose ponytail. He has a slightly trimmed beard that covers the lower half of his face, left unattended for too long it will easily match that of a Dwarf's. His eyes are a bright amber color, on the verge of being yellow, and hold a certain sharpness to them.

Unlike traditional mages Paxton does not wear robes, instead he wears a set of leather armor. The armor is colored in a mixture of dark grey and black, save for the warden crest on its right shoulder which is a bright white. He wears an amulet of Andraste under his armor almost at all times. Paxton has a large slightly tattered collared coat he normally wears over his armor. Another thing that separates Paxton from the usual mage is that he does not carry a staff at all, but two empty sword hilts that he uses to concentrate magic into spirit blades. Besides those he has a single dagger strapped to his right leg to use when traditional means fail.

Paxton does not normally rely on a mages usual arsenal of long ranged spells, though when needed he will use fire or ice spells, but like most Knight-Enchanters Paxton has no problems diving into the thick of combat, but he takes it a step further. By combining his combat abilities as a Knight-Enchanter and his knowledge of Blood Magic Paxton has been able to create a fighting style all his own. From using his own blood to make his attacks both stronger and faster to using the blood of his foes to heal himself, he has even been able to bend the will of weaker foes so they turn against their allies in combat, Paxton is a true force to be reckoned with and a prime example of the danger of both Blood Magic and Mages in general.

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Paxton's life started like all mage lives do, he was stripped away from his family at the tender age of six and sent to the Circle of Magi, though to his fortune the Nevarran Circles have much more freedom when compared to the rest of Thedas when excluding the Tevinter Imperium. He was quite the talented student when it came to his studies, accelerating ahead of his peers. He was even the youngest apprentice in the Nevarran Circle's history to go through the Harrowing, at only the age of seventeen. It wasn't long after his Harrowing that Paxton requested to be transferred to the Orlesian Circle of Magi, The White Spire, in the hopes to study the magic of the Knight-Enchanters. As a fully fledge mage his request was deemed acceptable and he was transferred to the White Spire. The years after that Paxton did nothing but train in the arts of the Knight-Enchanter, which eventually not only did he become one but he was also requested to become one of the Elite Knight-Enchanter bodyguards of the Divine herself. Needless to say Paxton accepted.

Paxton spent years in service to the Divine, saving her life countless times from would be killers. He was held in high regard among the Chantry, they seeing him as what a mage should be, but all that changed once Paxton's secret came to light. It turned out for years that Paxton had not only been studying blood magic, but also practicing it actively. All this was revealed when an assassin got the better of him, managing to fire an arrow through Paxton's shoulder, and was about to cut down the Divine. Paxton did the only thing he could think of to save her, he used blood magic to force the assassin to run his blade across his own throat. Though he saved her Paxton was labeled a Maleficar by the Chantry and was sentenced to become a Tranquil, though the Divine seemed remorseful about this verdict. He swore he never used the magic to summon demons or to manipulate people for personal gain, but no one cared and the matter was closed. The night before he was supposed to go through the Rite of Tranquility he managed to escape because someone left the door to his cell unlocked, something he questions to this day.

Paxton wandered for months, hiding from Templars and chantry members alike, before he made it into Ferelden only to be attacked by a group of Darkspawn. He was able to hack through about half of them before it looked like he was done for, but to his luck he was saved by not only a warden but the commander of the grey himself. The commander praised Paxton's skill and offered him a place as a warden, even after Paxton told him about his past, Paxton accepted. That was over a decade ago and Paxton remains both grateful and loyal to the wardens and the chance at a new life they gave him.

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