Name: Xevri Feythern
Age: 33
Sex: Female
Race: Elf
Allegiance: The highest bidder
Class/Sub-class: Rogue/Assassin
Appearance:
Abilities:
- Whirlwind: The character flies into a whirling dance of death, striking out at surrounding enemies with both weapons.
- Lethality: The rogue has a keen eye for weak spots, and thus gains a bonus to critical chance for all attacks.
- Aim: The archer carefully places each shot for maximum effect while in this mode. This decreases rate of fire, but grants bonuses to attack, damage, armor penetration, and critical chance.
- Dual-Weapon Expert: The character has significant experience with two-weapon fighting, gaining a bonus to critical chance, as well as a possibility with each hit to inflict bleeding lacerations that continue to damage a target for a time.
- Device Mastery: Practice makes perfect, and only the most intricate locks or elaborate traps give the rogue pause at this level of mastery.
- Lacerate: Whenever a backstab deals enough damage, the assassin's foe is riddled with bleeding wounds that inflict additional damage for a short time.
- Combat Stealth: The rogue is stealthy enough to try sneaking during combat.
Personality: When it comes to a
professional personality, Xevri wouldn't be your gal. She tends to be very fast and sweet when it comes to jobs, whether it's to collect her pay faster or to be further from her
buyer, you'd never be able to tell. After flying solo since she was a kid, the elf has developed an unrivaled sense of independence and finds her whimsy where she can get it. Being able to pick how her true feelings on a situation tends to be rather tough from an outsider's point of view, since she always seems to feign amusement in almost any type of situation... Then again, people very quickly learn that if you piss her off you could wake up with a missing limb, or, not wake up
at all.
Though if you somehow survive the ordeal that it is getting close to this elf, one would start to notice that there is a genuine playfulness under all that haughty condescension. An occasional interested twinkle that flits through her green eyes, the twitch of her brightly colored lips that she's unaware of... Xevri has tells without fully realizing them herself. Although, no one is usually ever close to her for very long to have the chance to catch onto them.
History: The land of Xevri's birth is the same one that's name coils dangerously on the tongues of those not native to it... The Tevinter Imperium. Sometimes, one can catch her chuckling to herself while skillfully twirling around a knife, making a claim that not even those pompous autocrats acted as ridiculous as the harlequins littering Orlais. For the most part, she hardly seems phased by her upbringing-- even if it was living as a slave to some Tevinter noble. The elf was born through a forced affair between the man of the house and his elven maid, the only thing keeping her from being killed right off the bat being the mage's pouty younger daughter who claimed that when the little knife-ear grew up, she was to be her personal servant. Apparently he hadn't yet bought a slave that was to dote on her every wish... So the task was put upon Xevri's shoulders at the young age of five. With the assistance of her mother who had the tendency to treat her more like a subordinate than a daughter, the elf grew up in the abusive household and was stuck following around a girl who's blond curly locks she dreamed of cutting off almost every night.
The years passed on and Xevri's poorly constrained anger continuing to define her very being as it grew into something like an internal wildfire... And, one day, she snapped. The little noble girl, at that time almost a young woman, had ordered the elf to sleep in the shed with the horses as well as their droppings, so that her own shared room could be used for a more
suitable slave. They were replacing her with someone who would be more capable at menial labor but still weren't going to set her free... She would be trapped in this mansion
forever and when she died, she would probably be ground into food for
cattle. Something about being confined in this place finally triggered the flame that had threatened to overtake her every day, and that night, she had crept past the teenager's room and found instead her parents, blissfully asleep. It wasn't at all strange that a servant would be moving about at night, trying to tidy things for their master's next morning... Though, they usually didn't have a butcher knife stashed away in their pants. And it was then with an almost manic glee, that she stabbed them both until they stopped moving; such
renowned and
powerful mages, and even
they weren't able to protect themselves from a simple
kitchen utensil! Now the girl would be alone and over time would lose
all the precious riches that she had grown
so fond of.
As much as Xevri wanted to revel in her victory a little bit longer, the sounds of footsteps rushing down the hallway spoke for themselves. She had planned everything as the day had passed-- she knew this place like the back of her hand. Making a crafty exit out of the window, it was only a few leaps and bounds (along with the occasional tumble) to get off of the roof. The elf made her getaway and through sheer dumb luck and stealth, was able to pass relatively undetected into Antiva... Though
there, her luck was quick to run out. A little ways past the border between the two countries, the young elf had found herself near starving even though she had only recently claimed her freedom. And, as fate would have it, the weak thing was caught by slave traders who had been coming back with a large haul from the Tevinter Imperium. Through her groggy state of being, Xevri was able to guess from the age-range that they had that this was probably more for the sex trade than for
ordinary slaves... Then, everything faded.
Following a an uncomfortable week-long stay in a run down building, the elf found herself being asked strange questions by a dark man with unkempt hair. Not feeling the need to lie, Xevri told her tale of how she had gotten herself free for a short amount of time without even batting an eye. If she was to die now, at least she felt so numb that she could go down without so much as shedding a tear. The man surprised her however, when he decided to purchase her right then and there for an unknown amount of sovereigns. It was through that exchange that the elf found herself being forced to join the infamous Antivan Crows who, up until that moment, she hadn't even
heard of. Years upon years of arduous training later, she had made a name and a life for herself as a part of that organization and had adapted well to that way of living; death, murder, and scandal had soon become as simple as breathing. With her life in Tevinter all but forgotten, admittedly the elf could be seen smirking when she heard the news about the Darkspawn in her "
home country"... Of course, it wasn't as comical when the Archdemon turned its sights on Antiva.
The Crows had already been readying themselves for battle, but had heard tell of an extraordinarily large force being amassed to the south. It was then that they selected a few key members to join this apparent troupe that the southerns said would go and seek out the very thing causing this sudden Blight. Naturally, Xevri only held disdain at being chosen for the job but working with the Antivan Crows meant obedience or
death... So, in the end, she'd had to hold her tongue and set out on a journey to meet up with this suicidal task force and subsequently work alongside the Grey Wardens.
