[CHAR] DRAGON AGE : Lost Convictions

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NAME; To any who would ask this Qunari woman her name she is “Asaara”. She has no “birth name” as is custom among those raised by the Qun, her existence marked by a mere jumble of numbers and lettering. This name was not chosen by her but given by comrades of the past and it is a name she clings to.

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PERSONALITY; Asaara is somewhat more whimsical and charismatic than most of her kind, of course this can be attributed to her time with the Ben-Hassrath. As a member of the Dangerous Questions branch of the Ben-Hassrath she has been among human and to some extent elven society more than most of her kind giving her a more open approach to humans and other races not of the Qun. Despite this outward friendly nature to be seen Asaara also has a cold streak which can be seen by enemies and allies alike and she is without hesitation in killing anyone that may be a liability to her causes and pursuits.

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SHORT BACKGROUND; Asaara was born in Qunandar, the capital city of Par Vollen in the Qunari heartland. When she came of age she was assigned to the Ben-Hassrath where she would be placed in the Dangerous Questions branch, these agents being charged with spying, interrogation, espionage, and assassination. Asaara proved to be swift of foot and a capable fighter, her marksmanship making her a dangerous force on the battlefield. She showed a pension for ambushes and guerrilla tactics which lead her to many successes against Tevinter units.

Believing her talents wasted fighting in the jungles of Seheron and interrogating captured Tevinter soldiers, the Viddasala granted Asaara the rank and duty of Tallis - assassin. The Viddasala would keep Asaara close at hand due to her resourcefulness and only dispatches her when she feels no others are capable of handling a task. While “assassin” is Asaara’s technical role among those of the Qun she also is called upon for scouting, information gathering, and interrogation of bas.

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AGE; 24 Y/O

HEIGHT; 6’7” (200.66 cm)

WEIGHT; 220 Lbs (99.79 Kg)

EYE COLOR; Amber

SKIN COLOR; Gray

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PRIMARY WEAPON; Custom recurve bow (& arrows).

SECONDARY WEAPON; Qunari short-sword. (“Qunari Slasher”)

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NAME; Roderick, He normally doesn't give out his Surname unless trusted enough to regale them with it.

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PERSONALITY; That Roderick, well he was a rat bastard or at least that’s what a majority of the people who knew of him would tell you. Vain and arrogant, the worse possible heterogenous ichor one could imbibe into their personality. Traits that Roderick took in stride, so much so that their venom seemed to enthrall others into his company. Flaws like those often-adopted positive traits like confidence and a vigor for life that others clamored for like a bear to honey. As much as he invited enemies into his bed, he doubled that with fans. This, however, never got in the way nor deterred his faith and fealty to the Maker and serving Thedas.

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BACKGROUND; Roderick wasn’t always the product of hubris; in fact, he was quite the opposite. The only son and future nobility to his family who resided in Orlais, left him lonely. The appeal of rags and riches never attracted him to the culture that afflicted the class divide that existed. It felt as hollow as the masks he was forced to wear as not to seem too gauche. And while Roderick had everything and anything he could ask for, he longed for the days beyond what he could see through a naked window. Time outside was limited, heavily, due to the chance of a bard from a rival noble house serving as some type of assassin. In turn, Roderick learned only what he did through servants and parents.

Eventually with clipped wings and a childish sense of wonder he subsided his desires by vicariously living through his servants. One in particular who’s face he had never known but felt the warmth in their smile. For years the two had formed a bond that was iron bound. Stories, even if fiction, did wonders to appease the young boy’s heart. It wasn’t until he hit puberty and was to receive the duties of his father did things turn sour. The servant that had placated his wonderment, had stained his trust when his parents fell to his magical song. Roderick in turn left and never looked back. On his distraught dismissal he found solace in the chantry. From then the boy turned cruel and found the best way to represent himself was with a mask of his own design. He would be everything he was supposed to be upon his noble ascension, as to never fall victim to weakness once more.

After a few years within the chantry and extensive training in his teen years he was finally able to join the Templars after completing his vows, training, and completing his knighthood. Years have passed and Roderick enjoys a position of Knight-Captain within the Templar Hierarchy. Any attack against the realm was an attack against him.

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AGE; 26 Y/O

HEIGHT; 6’2” (187.96 cm)

WEIGHT; 205 Lbs (92.98 Kg)

EYE COLOR; Pale green

SKIN COLOR; Soft Creme

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PRIMARY WEAPON; Templar Longsword

SECONDARY WEAPON; Templar Shield