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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_l4Ab5FRwM]"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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