Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2012 19:12:59 GMT
[/size]Fenris
Basic Information
Age: appears to be late twenties
Gender: male
Sexuality: demisexual
Rank: wanderer
Canon/OC: canon
Canon World/Face Claim: dragon age ii
Cbox Name: magpie
Other Characters: none at the moment
Powers And Abilities
Strengths:
Lyrium Markings: Given him without his will, Fenris possesses these tattoos all over his body. This magical ritual was able to carve lyrium (similar to mana in other fandoms) into his skin, also giving him certain special talents. He can activate his talents as he wants.
Two-handed Sword: This being his preferred weapon, Fenris carries and wields it. He is quite talented with using swords, being a former bodyguard to a certain mage. His strength comes with his free will.
Lyrium Ghost: Fenris can make his limbs or whole body become wraithlike state. This makes him difficult to track. He can phase through solid object, preferred his victims. If he is angry (and it's personal), he would poke his hand through his opponent's chest and squish their hearts.
Limited Magical Resistance: Once again this power is related to his lyrium markings. Fenris has a little resistance toward magic. This only works for low level spells.
Determined: Fenris is always focused, disciplined and well concentrated in a battle. Being an elf, he can move quicker and easier than humans.
Weaknesses:
Mortal: Even with his markings, Fenris is still an elf. He will be getting hurt, when he is hit. Probably angrier than usual, but that doesn't change the fact he is never invincible.
Mage Obsession: It's not exactly an obsession. But Fenris hates all mages equally, thanks to his bitter past with a blood mage. He despises magic. He would prefer all mages being dead, but of course; he won't go attack mages openly... Unless they give him a reason. Then that is a whole different story.
Lyrium Markings: Fenris may hate magic, but he isn't restraining himself from using his gift; especially if it's against mages. Too much of using his talents will eventually tire him out. He cannot go on using it forever at once.
Weapons And Equipment:Blade of Mercy: An enchanted replica of the blade Archon Hessarian used to slay Andraste as she burned—an act of mercy that he said the Maker commanded. This blade reacts to magic by the user's will. It also reacts to Fenris' lyrium markings, giving a fire glow. It is a two-handed sword, a gift he received from probably his only friend. Made by red steel.
Personal Information
Personality:
Broody, many can say; for serious or as a joke. But Fenris isn't actually a brooding person. Thinking is a better choice of word. He just went through a lot of distasteful experiences. He acts the way it is now, because of what he has became.
While looking silent and serious for the most part, Fenris also has quite the bad temper. He can get aggressive really quick; when he gets there, he can be hurting... Even toward friends. Not that he has much of them in the first place. He doesn't try to make any friends neither. His hate for mages is no secret. In Fenris' opinion all mages should be either locked up or just be dead. He doesn't believe any good in mages and their magic. He also hates slavers very much. He is willing to take their lives by his own hands, if he comes across any.
Freedom is what he cherishes the most, after being a slave for the most of his life. For the years before he was a slave, Fenris has no recollection of. It hurts him to lack this and maybe he's still a bit stuck there. He loves his freedom, even if means living alone and without any attachments. If his relationship is strong enough to accept the attachment, Fenris can be very caring and loyal. But he needs to get past his fears first, which won't be too easy for him.
History:
Fenris opened his eyes as a slave in a mage ritual, which he gained his lyrium markings being forced into his skin; his body. It was a very painful ritual, which he preferred being dead instead of being stained with forbidden magic. His life before is blank since his memories were wiped out, erasing who he was before. He served many long years as a slave for a Tevinter magister Danarius. His services were around being a bodyguard, also a possession to be shown around. Sometimes even serving drinks for guests.
Escaping wasn't an option, when one was raised as a slave; even how much he hated his master. But destiny played it's games and Fenris got separated from Danarius. He took the oppurtunity and ran away. But getting a new life wasn't what he had in his mind, knowing Danarius would want him back. Afterall, Fenris was a precious possession with his lyrium markings. He was too valuable to give up on so easily.
The silver haired elf ended up in Kirkwall, hiding here and there until he heard of a potential person who could help him. This person's name was Hawke. From what he heard, he was willing to help the ones who asked for it. Setting a plan up, Fenris fooled Hawke to finish some slavers off for him. But Hawke was still willing to help, even after he found out the truth. With Hawke's help, he made it into Danarius' estate in Hightown and killed all the slavers. But Danarius wasn't there. So Fenris decided to stay in the estate, hoping one day Danarius would return; so he could finish him by his own hands.
Being in Hawke's company didn't change the way of Fenris' lonely life. He was spending some time with others, but he was close to the rest of the world. Residents of Hightown never believed he belonged to that estate. Some even thought he was a thief. But he still remained in the estate alone.
When Hawke joined to an expedition to Deep Roads, Fenris aided him along with others. Once they returned with treasure and richness, Fenris really didn't care for it. He still lived in the mansion in Hightown; not even bothering to clean or organise things. But by Hawke's help, he started to learn reading. He never learned it before in his life as a slave, reading being seen as luxury.
Kirkwall started getting thrown into a new disaster with Qunari being a threat for them. While Fenris didn't take any sides, he still would agree with what Hawke wanted. During the while Fenris had to face Danarius' apprentice who came to Kirkwall to get him. But Fenris killed her mercilessly, as he learned a new information about a possible sister of his. In the end a major battle occurred in Kirkwall in between humans and Qunari. Many humans died. But in the end he aided Hawke to defeat Arishok.
After three years, Kirkwall was having another crisis. This time in between Templars and Mages. Fenris' opinion was clear on the issue, even if it meant opposing Hawke. As the crisis got worse, he followed the trail of his sister who came to Kirkwall to visit him. But it was a trap. Fenris' sister wasn't alone. She brought Danarius with her and betrayed Fenris. (It was also revealed his original name was Leto. But Fenris didn't accept this name since he was no longer Leto.) The battle was brutal. Not only Fenris killed Danarius ruthlessly, he also ended his sister's life by his own hands. It was the price of freedom. But it was his freedom and he was all alone in the world.
Sample Post
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Time didn't seem to matter after the darkness was at it's heaviest. Perhaps, it was around midnight. Maybe past it already. he wasn't sure and it didn't matter. He was here, sitting in his dirty mansion all alone. A wine bottle was in his hand. Tanned long fingers were wrapped around the cool surface of the fine wine bottle. Silvery white markings were crawling on his fingers, going up to his hand in almost tribal like pattern and then drawing lines on his slightly toned arms; only to disappear at the edge of his cloths. They could be seen wherever his skin was shown. On his chin, his neck and bare feet.
Each sip burned his throat a little more, but he was getting used to this taste. His former master once told him this was a rare brand and it was probably more expensive than most of slave lives. Maybe not his. Oh, of course. He was too valuable than others, because of the lyrium markings he was given.
What a way to compare prices...
Only Danarius was cruel and down-looking like this. One of the many reasons why he had to die. But no. This wasn't how he wanted to spend his night, thinking about dead people. He needed to move on like everyone kept telling him. But how was he supposed to do that in the first place? Yes, he was a free man now. But that didn't mean he knew all answers. Perhaps with time, he would get there. He could be needing help, but he wasn't going to admit it. Not yet anyway.
Giving a tired sigh, the silver haired elf threw the wine bottle across the room; making sure it crashed against the wall. Red expensive liquid splashed against the wall, smearing it on the already dusty and dirty surface. One bottle was not a waste. He had many crates of them stocked in the basement. All were his now. Too much to drink. All by himself anyway.
Not feeling dizzy enough yet, Fenris reached at the crate standing at his feet and picked up another bottle. Easily opening the tap, he started to down it thirstily; his throat moving by every swallow.