Finished, I think. As before, I will be picking one of these two to play. [hider=Alabaster] [b]Name[/b] Alabaster "The Bastard" Aeducan [b]Age[/b] 60 [b]Gender[/b] Male [b]Race[/b] Dwarva [b]Class/Specialization[/b] Rogue/Assassin [b]Appearance[/b] [img]http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n60/demetriknighthawk/burokku7.jpg[/img] [b]Abilities[/b] [u]Below the belt[/u] Swift kick to the knee can ruin anyone's agility for the day. Always good for setting up the next action and slowing down overly evasive opponents. [u]Deadly strike[/u] Armor is good, but there are always certain constants you can exploit every time. He has learned the gaps in the enemy defense and makes it even easier to weaken the armor's function for all to take advantage of. [u]Lethality[/u] The sharpest edge you will ever have is knowledge. I don't need to be the quickest hands, just the quickest mind. He uses cunnin instead of strength to hit and hurt his enemies. [u]Mark of Death[/u] The wisest people make full use of all assets available to them as well as provide the best benefit to their assets. Anyone he takes time to single out is easy prey for his allies. [u]Dual striking[/u] Calm and simple one-two, one-two, easy as breathing to make the enemy stop breathing. [u]Riposte[/u] A trickier combination, trying to stun on the first strike to set up for a guaranteed follow-up. [b]Personality[/b] As cunning as Varric but not nearly as cocky. He is always looking for ways to help himself to others rewards for their efforts. He's not shy about an honest day's work, but if you put your mind to it, there is always an easer way to accomplish your goals or get even more for the same unavoidable amount of effort. [b]Origin[/b] Bloodlines are like mines. Some can reach down deep into the stone and bring forth the greatest treasures to our kind. Some can be completely mundane with only one interesting contribution in their whole length. Some dig too deep and call forth the darkness. Mines that are spread too thin weaken the foundation and cause destruction for all those around them. That is where I come in. I am asked to inspect and assess conditions and deem if there is a danger to this continued progression. If I deem it problematic, I take the proper steps necessary to put a stop to the dangers of the dwarven ways. For many many years I was very good at my work, keeping sharp between assessments by attending the proving. I never had to collapse an entire mine before, but they dug too deep and brought something black back with them. By the end it was dirty and ugly work that exposed my long history of work in a way I didn't want. So, I left home under my own power before I was forced to leave. Now, I find family trees need as pruning as much as mine shafts need sapping. [b]Other[/b] He carries a pair of Aeducan maces and lives for the messy kills they are famous for. In his travels, he has added a pair of basket-hilts to protect his hands and add a flair of his own to their purpose. [/hider] [hider=Archer] [b]Name[/b] Vashoth "Vash" Crowbow [b]Age[/b] 35 [b]Gender[/b] Male [b]Race[/b] Qun [b]Class/Specialization[/b] Warrior(archer)/Champion [b]Appearance[/b] [img]http://img00.deviantart.net/cc08/i/2015/060/9/d/tiefling_zen_archer_by_gauntes-d8k2h35.jpg[/img] [b]Abilities[/b] [u]Precise striking:[/u] He tries to make each attack count, sacrificing attack speed for a bonus to attack as well as an increased chance to score critical hits. [u]Taunt[/u] A mocking bellow catches the attention of nearby foes, increasing their hostility toward him. A tactic he often uses to give overwhelmed allies a moments breath as enemies have to come all the way over to him. [u]Melee Archer[/u] Experience fighting in tight quarters has taught him to fire without interruption, even when being attacked. [u]Aim[/u] He carefully places each shot for maximum effect while holding this stance from his training. This decreases his rate of fire, but grants bonuses to attack, damage, armor penetration, and critical chance. [u]Pinning shot[/u] A shot to the target's legs disables the foe, pinning the target in place and slowing movement speed otherwise. [u]Long shot[/u] He fires a powerful single shot that deals more damage the farther he is from the target. [b]Personality[/b] Ponderous. He has not only the hunter's patience, but the detachment of looking at everyone around him like meat waiting to be butchered. [b]Origin[/b] He woke up on the beach with lungful of water and no memories of how he got on the beach. He knew [i]that[/i] he was Qunari, Qun, and that he came from Pal Vollen. But he could not remember who he was or any family names, so he took to calling himself 'Vashoth' FOr a member of the race, but not the philosophy. He was raised back to health from washing ashore in a lighthouse by the watchkeeper called Ser Blackfletch', a former 'competitive archer' who lost an arm and leg to darkspawn. Anyone who lived under Blackfletch's roof had to earn their keep, Vashoth had two arms and legs, so he could do everuthing the former knight could no longer do. This started as mostly bitch-work and bringing the home back up to code before he was handed a bow and arrow. Blackfletch was getting on in years and certain no-one was coming to kill him anymore so he confessed to Vashoth that he was a former Antivan Crow who did indeed loose his limbs to darkspawn while returning from a successful mission, being a retired knight was claiming the titles and honorifics was the larger lie. When he was an assassin, he was the sniper of his people, setting down impossible shots on a daily basis. He could not teach an eight foot amnesiac how to hide or sneak, but he could teach him to thread a barrel's bunghole. They started with hitting the broadside of a barn, a ten feet by ten feet bullseye, every day for the first month he put a hundred arrows into the side of the building from thirty yards. 3000 arrows later, they removed one foot off the edge and he was tasked with putting 120 arrows into the bullseye from forty yards away. Each month they took away another foot from the bullseye while adding more arrows to the minimum from another ten yards away. By the end of the year, Vashoth could plant 300 arrows into a 1 foot wide target from 130 yards away. The next year was spent working on the trickshots such as from horseback, moving targets and firing from the deck of a boat (effectively shooting while standing on a 2x4 on a rolling paintcan) Staring with the 10X10's and working his way down again. During this time, he crafted a bow made for someone of his size and strength that needed fletched javelins rather than arrowshafts. Blackfletch died in his sleep, a bout of pneumonia from living in a lighthouse he couldn't shake. The Qun took up the name 'crowbow' to honor his teacher and traveled to the nearest port town to try his hand at learning how to earn a living. [b]Other[/b] He REALLY doesn't like fish.[/hider]