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WaywardDhavalhan Albrehan of clan Eradhal
Dhavalhan Albrehan of clan Eradhal
| {Age} | 30
| {Species} | Dalish Elf
| {Gender} | Female
| {Class/subclass} | Mage: Arcane Warrior
| {Appearance} |
Dhavalhan is thin and slight of frame, delicate, ethereal even for an elf. She moves with an economy of motion and grace as if each movement was choreographed for the reserve of energy. Nothing wasted. She favors thin flowing skirts and dresses that enhance her otherworldly impression. They're modest and leave much to the imagination while still being feminine. Her hair is straight as a pin and just past chin length. The coppery hue shines with health and vitality and she favors wearing it down at times to hide behind it. Her eyes are Lyrium blue; that seem to hold the knowledge of Arlathan itself. Her vallaslin is also Lyrium blue and is a delicate branching up her nose, across her forehead, to curl down her temples, to lightly line her cheekbones in a symmetrical beautiful flowing design. Her complexion is as pale as cream.
| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} | - Ancient Elven Sword that she's had for years and has been exposed to her spells through the years. Taking on the ability to make barrier, offense and defense spells more potent.
- Half Plate - Half Chain take a hit and keep going.
- Expert Herbalism: Herbalism is a crafting skill. It allows a person to make a variety of potions, poultices, salves, balms, elixirs, and so forth, whenever raw ingredients and a recipe are at hand. Higher ranks allow the learning of more difficult recipes to produce particularly potent items.
- Expert Cooking: Cooking is no joke. Who wants to die of bad meat? No one. So she's learned a few things and can cook just about anywhere. Oven baked goods? No problem. Bam! Fresh bread, or cookies. Dhavalhan's cookies are divine. Campfires in the middle of the woods? You got this. You name it Dhavalhan has the knowledge to cook it and make it taste great! Except dragons… and wyverns… and bugs. Still can't make bugs taste good.
- Master Clarity: Dhavalhan has embraced ancient techniques of meditation, granting a permanent bonus to mana. She has studied the secrets of sleeping soundly, has braved exposure to the elements in order to build mental focus, as well as learned to find reserves of vigor in personal suffering, granting a further bonus to mana.
- Combat Clarity: The chaos of combat frightens some, but for you, it's a comfortable rhythm. Your mana regenerates faster when you're near hostile enemies
- Fade Shroud: Dhavalhan now only partly exists in the physical realm. Spanning the gap between the real world and the Fade grants a bonus to mana regeneration and a chance to avoid attacks.
- Draining Aura: Dhavalhan thrives in the heat of combat, creating a field that drains life from nearby enemies to heal her for as long as the spell is active. Each time an enemy is drained, the spell consumes a small amount of her mana.
- Hand of Winter: Dhavalhan releases a burst of intense cold, damaging nearby enemies as well as freezing them unless they pass a physical resistance check, and inflicting a penalty to movement speed otherwise.
- Stoic: Dhavalhan has learned to harness pain and transform it into power, restoring mana whenever she suffers damage.
- Elemental Chaos: Dhavalhan creates a field of chaotic, swirling energy that continuously harms nearby enemies with damage from each of the elements in turn for as long as this spell is active. The spell consumes mana rapidly.
Arlathan, Clan Eradhal. Born into a small family with no siblings her mother was the Halla keeper and her father a hunter of the clan.
| {Flaws and limits} | - Hopeless Romantic: Believes in true love where enemies turn out to be lovers and that bad boy is just a sensitive misunderstood soul.
- Curious: Yes curiosity killed the cat but Dhavalhan is not a cat; however she is just as curious as a kitten and lands herself into trouble upon occasion because she just can’t help herself.
- Redheaded Temper: Yup, you guessed it. The temper comes with the hair color. Although quick to anger she is also just as fast to forgive.
- Stubborn: Need I say more?
- Mana Pool: Bound by limitations on mana-pool. This is not an ocean more like a nice sizable pond.
| {Personality} |
Dhavalhan is a kind, compassionate individual until you tell her she can’t do something. Then she gets mad and attempts to prove you wrong. Her fury is struck by injustice that she perceives. Whether that is correct or not doesn’t matter to her. She is smart as a whip and quick to pick things up, be it a budding romance or a talent or skill she is interested in. She is normally very happy and attempts to make others happy as well even if it annoys them. She is charming but is quite shy around attractive men, who see a very different woman. Around them she is tongue tied and it takes a lot for her to open up. Once she does she very quickly likes to pair people off to be happy. She is still young at heart and wears her emotions on her sleeve.
| {Background} | Oddly the only child in a clan that normally had multiple children from a pairing, Dhavalhan was a miracle child to her mother and father. Her mother was unable to have more children after the long hard birth. She was sheltered and cosseted by her parents and as fortune would have it did not wind up spoiled rotten. She grew into her calling to be the Keeper’s First touched by the ancient magics with the abilities of an Arcane Warrior; which the Keeper realized after the third scuffle that she got into with the Keeper’s Second. To be fair the Second had it coming after teasing her about Revanelas’ capture and Dhavalhan’s tears over it even after two years. He had rescued her from his fate and she fell for him hard. She felt guilty about the fact that it was his saving her that led him to being caught by slavers. Putting a sword in her hand was the best thing for Dhavalhan. She quickly learned her abilities and far outpaced the Second. Because she had something driving her. She was going to find Rev and she was going to tear Tevinter apart to bring him back. She was almost ready to go find him seven years later when he came back. Rev’s return was soon eclipsed by the fact that he was joining the Grey Wardens. Shocked, she could only stand by and watch as the haunted man collected his things and moved on. Well she wasn’t having it. She took off after him and joined the Grey Wardens; which he was not happy about when he found out. So at the tender age of twenty she started even more training with the Wardens being one herself now. Ten years later she had learned even more about her abilities and took to them like a duck to water. She was a favorite with the recruits with her unfailing attempts to lift spirits and work hard.
