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TAMAR, REAVER OF ANDRASTE
(TW: CANNIBALISM, CULTISM.)
BASIC INFORMATION
OCCUPATION Agent of the Inquisition
BIRTHDATE 8:99 Blessed
BIRTHPLACE Haven, Ferelden
NATIONALITY Chasind, Fereldan
RELIGION Dragon Cult of Andraste
HEIGHT 6'6
FACECLAIM Beskha
GENDER & PRONOUNS Female / She.
ORIENTATION Lesbian
Tamar was born with Dragons. It was considered of great import that a clutch of their Great Dragon hatched at the moment of her birth and so her future was decided. She grew up surrounded by the creatures, playing amongst them, her face clawed by her nest mates and her skin burned. But this was her reality, her normality, through sheer tussling alone she became very strong.

Her father was deeply proud of her, knowing that she would follow in his footsteps one day, training her to wield weapons from a very young age. She first tasted the dragon blood at the age of five. It became a daily ritual, her strength and passion and virility growing exponentially. Whilst many might go mad from such a thing, Tamar was taught strict control of herself and her mind. She eats no meat, confines acts of aggression or bloodlust to the battlefield. She knows how to balance her thirst for death with her need to contain this beast within her.
Her younger brother was gifted in a different way. Whilst Tamar fought with her dragon siblings, Hevan soothed them using the magic in his blood. It was easy to see that he was perfect for the hatchery and he and his sister spent many long nights amongst the clutches, tending to them, cooing over them. They learned to speak with respect to the High Dragon, to earn her trust and accept their existance. How can one not be astonished by the dragon form of the ressurected Andraste herself?
She was so assured in her life and position, until the Warden came. Suddenly her entire family, her village, her friends were lying slaughtered before her. She had walked through the bodies of her hatchmates to find Hevan, gutted whilst trying to defend his charges. She had been ready to throw her life at this intruder, explode her wrathe upon them, but her Father had held her back. Either this will be our moment of glory, he told her, or our doom. Either way, one must survive to continue our ways. If the risen Andraste was killed here, someone had to live whom knew of her.
And so, with reluctance, Tamar fled into the Frostbacks. She wandered the mountains surrounding what was once her home, until the hateful chantry began crawling all over it. Like a beast in the night, she attacked these usurpers, false prophets and liars the lot of them. She knew she had to be careful, and she was, until she wasn't.
The Chantry must have realised the danger Tamar posed, sending countless Soldiers into the Mountains to find her. They overwhelmed her and dragged her back to Haven's chantry, locking her deep in their cells, interrorgating her and leaving her to rot.
It wasn't until the Inquisition took Haven that Tamar saw daylight. Initially they had no idea what to do with her, but once Corypheus attacked and she was released in a desperate attempt to let her help, all saw her use. Rage and thirst bottled up for so long was loosed forth, she butchered the invaders like an animal turned feral. Once they were done, once she saw the horror of the tainted dragon overhead, she helped people to flee.
Help the Inquisition and we will spare your life, they had said. A fair trade. She could respect those whom knew an opportunity when they saw it, even if most were chantry dogs. But... coexisting amongst those of the outside world... she is beginning to realise the fervour she once held for the Risen Andraste had begun to fade, no less passionate but with greater introspection. She has settled somewhat well into the Inquisition and even made friends. Who would have thought?

FAMILY
Father: Kolgrim (deceased)
Mother: Jana (deceased)
Younger Brother: Hevan (deceased)
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