Post by totalspiffage on Sept 30, 2015 4:13:00 GMT
Full name: Enfys, formerly of Clan Anwyl
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Nationality: Dalish
Class/Occupation: Mercenary
Her clan was based mostly in northern Orlais, and during her life, they moved further south. Enfys herself was always a troublemaker, and has calmed down even since her teenage rebellious phase. She used to sneak out to villages, even cities if they were close enough and sabotage humans. It was a game to her, stealing livestock and breaking their things. She considered it revenge for all the things the humans had done to both her people and the alienage elves- not that they're the same thing at all, but she supposes pointy ears makes them both targets.
She only managed to drag one other person with her on her exploits- the First. The Keeper disapproved and thought Enfys a terrible influence. Eventually, the First, Eilwen, became her girlfriend and the two would get into all sorts of trouble with Eilwen's magic and Enfys's stealth. After a few years, Eilwen finally straightened out, but Enfys didn't. Their explosive argument/breakup and the resulting awkwardness assisted in Enfys's decision to leave for good.
Her Keeper insisted she either stop making trouble or leave the clan, and finally, Enfys decided to leave. She stayed with a mercenary band for a few years- the Cannons, but left after a leadership change. The new captain didn’t like elves, so before he could attack her, she provoked him into a fight, killing him quickly. She’s wandering on what’s left of the money she saved, deciding whether she wants a real job or to continue being a merc. She's calmed down a lot since her self-imposed exile. Nowadays, after working with humans for so long, she simply finds them annoying and is inherently distrustful of them. Secretly, she misses her clan immensely, but has too much pride to return.
Enfys is rash, distrustful, and her temper flares easily. She doesn’t trust humans easily, but she’ll put up with them for money. Contrastingly, she trusts elves a little too easily. She’s touchy at first, but once warmed up to, she gets less prickly and her verbal barbs become more endearing. She likes music, and has considered becoming a bard several times. She's proud and hates to admit when she's wrong, even if she knows she is. Alcohol is where she spends most of her money, and she's much friendlier a few mugs in- and it's one of the only times where she will openly flirt with just about anyone (normally she limits it to elves only). She likes fights, and gets into them often, especially after a few drinks.
She's a fervent believer in the Creators and will loudly praise them around staunch Andrastians just to antagonize. She doesn't really care about mages, but she doesn't see them as a threat despite the supposed danger, and she thinks templars are dicks, as they used to chase her clan around to try and haul in their First- her ex. She does find Alienage Elves very different from the Dalish, but will begrudgingly help them out if she can, despite not considering them to be "her people". She thinks dwarves are a little greedy, but overall has no strong opinion and secretly likes dwarf ladies a whole lot. She's never met a Qunari but she's fascinated by the race/religion.
Their usual cut was a little larger today, as they sat in the corner of the tavern, doling out the cuts to each member of the Cannons. Their leader had been killed in the raid, not that Enfys had been particularly fond of the woman. She’d been cruel and trained them hard, but at least she was fair. Her second, now, that was the problem.
Enfys sat, counting her coin before putting it in her purse, glancing over at the others- all human, unfortunately for her.
“Knife-ear.” As was her name in this company. She sighed, meeting the gaze of their new leader, Grizz. He was a fearsome beast of a man, born Avvar and raised in Denerim, he would betray you for a silver if given opportunity.
“Can I help you, Grizz?” Her voice grated, bracing for the inevitable.
“You’re fired.”
She’d expected as much, but she grinned at him, reveling in the shock in his eyes, “What, can’t abide a knife-ear, even for the cash?” Her hands itched for her daggers. Grizz’s eyes flashed with anger. He stood, and she followed suit.
“I dunno why she kept you around this long. I guess she thought she’d be charitable to the little helpless dalish elf. I got no such charity in me, girl.” He chuckled, his teeth bared like an animal.
Enfys smirked, her grey eyes glinting, “Clearly. I noticed you slipped me half the pay you gave everyone else, too. I imagine that was your own brand of charity.”
Grizz growled and drew his sword, scattering patrons as he came after her. With speed and shadow on her side, she dodged and dipped her blade in the poison vial she kept on her belt. She was behind him in an instant, and her dagger hit its mark.
The body lay on the floor as she rummaged for his share, at least three times the amount she’d been given. She swiped it, depositing the money in her purse before picking up her things at the table.
“Well, since you killed a member of our group, you’re out for good now, much as I hated the bastard,” one of the others said, as some chuckled over his demise. Merc bands were nothing like clans, she thought bitterly.
She’d find another company. Or maybe do something else, for a change. “I’m not fussed. I can move on. We dalish are good for that, at least.” She hitched the rucksack up onto her back and made for the door, throwing the barman a few silver for the damage as she passed. “Dareth shiral and all that,” she said. Under her breath, she added, “Fucking shems.”
Only In It For The Money
The Runaway
Ineffectual Loner
You Can't Go Home Again
Hugging this character: yes- after she warms up to you otherwise she’ll probably punch you for touching her.
Kissing this character: yes - again after she warms up to you.
Flirting with this character: yes, but it might raise her hackles a bit
Fighting with this character: yes
Injuring this character: yes, punches, broken nose, light bleeding, no mortal wounds.
Killing this character: no, but depends on plot
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: yes, but warn first.
Offensive subjects: obviously anything against the rules, but also steer clear of gore for me!
((hopefully that covered everything!)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Elf
Nationality: Dalish
Class/Occupation: Mercenary
Background:
Her clan was based mostly in northern Orlais, and during her life, they moved further south. Enfys herself was always a troublemaker, and has calmed down even since her teenage rebellious phase. She used to sneak out to villages, even cities if they were close enough and sabotage humans. It was a game to her, stealing livestock and breaking their things. She considered it revenge for all the things the humans had done to both her people and the alienage elves- not that they're the same thing at all, but she supposes pointy ears makes them both targets.
She only managed to drag one other person with her on her exploits- the First. The Keeper disapproved and thought Enfys a terrible influence. Eventually, the First, Eilwen, became her girlfriend and the two would get into all sorts of trouble with Eilwen's magic and Enfys's stealth. After a few years, Eilwen finally straightened out, but Enfys didn't. Their explosive argument/breakup and the resulting awkwardness assisted in Enfys's decision to leave for good.
Her Keeper insisted she either stop making trouble or leave the clan, and finally, Enfys decided to leave. She stayed with a mercenary band for a few years- the Cannons, but left after a leadership change. The new captain didn’t like elves, so before he could attack her, she provoked him into a fight, killing him quickly. She’s wandering on what’s left of the money she saved, deciding whether she wants a real job or to continue being a merc. She's calmed down a lot since her self-imposed exile. Nowadays, after working with humans for so long, she simply finds them annoying and is inherently distrustful of them. Secretly, she misses her clan immensely, but has too much pride to return.
Personality:
Enfys is rash, distrustful, and her temper flares easily. She doesn’t trust humans easily, but she’ll put up with them for money. Contrastingly, she trusts elves a little too easily. She’s touchy at first, but once warmed up to, she gets less prickly and her verbal barbs become more endearing. She likes music, and has considered becoming a bard several times. She's proud and hates to admit when she's wrong, even if she knows she is. Alcohol is where she spends most of her money, and she's much friendlier a few mugs in- and it's one of the only times where she will openly flirt with just about anyone (normally she limits it to elves only). She likes fights, and gets into them often, especially after a few drinks.
She's a fervent believer in the Creators and will loudly praise them around staunch Andrastians just to antagonize. She doesn't really care about mages, but she doesn't see them as a threat despite the supposed danger, and she thinks templars are dicks, as they used to chase her clan around to try and haul in their First- her ex. She does find Alienage Elves very different from the Dalish, but will begrudgingly help them out if she can, despite not considering them to be "her people". She thinks dwarves are a little greedy, but overall has no strong opinion and secretly likes dwarf ladies a whole lot. She's never met a Qunari but she's fascinated by the race/religion.
Appearance:
Short blonde hair, grey eyes, medium skin tone. Her Vallaslin is Elgarnan’s, done a few shades lighter than her skin. (art src)Writing sample:
Their usual cut was a little larger today, as they sat in the corner of the tavern, doling out the cuts to each member of the Cannons. Their leader had been killed in the raid, not that Enfys had been particularly fond of the woman. She’d been cruel and trained them hard, but at least she was fair. Her second, now, that was the problem.
Enfys sat, counting her coin before putting it in her purse, glancing over at the others- all human, unfortunately for her.
“Knife-ear.” As was her name in this company. She sighed, meeting the gaze of their new leader, Grizz. He was a fearsome beast of a man, born Avvar and raised in Denerim, he would betray you for a silver if given opportunity.
“Can I help you, Grizz?” Her voice grated, bracing for the inevitable.
“You’re fired.”
She’d expected as much, but she grinned at him, reveling in the shock in his eyes, “What, can’t abide a knife-ear, even for the cash?” Her hands itched for her daggers. Grizz’s eyes flashed with anger. He stood, and she followed suit.
“I dunno why she kept you around this long. I guess she thought she’d be charitable to the little helpless dalish elf. I got no such charity in me, girl.” He chuckled, his teeth bared like an animal.
Enfys smirked, her grey eyes glinting, “Clearly. I noticed you slipped me half the pay you gave everyone else, too. I imagine that was your own brand of charity.”
Grizz growled and drew his sword, scattering patrons as he came after her. With speed and shadow on her side, she dodged and dipped her blade in the poison vial she kept on her belt. She was behind him in an instant, and her dagger hit its mark.
The body lay on the floor as she rummaged for his share, at least three times the amount she’d been given. She swiped it, depositing the money in her purse before picking up her things at the table.
“Well, since you killed a member of our group, you’re out for good now, much as I hated the bastard,” one of the others said, as some chuckled over his demise. Merc bands were nothing like clans, she thought bitterly.
She’d find another company. Or maybe do something else, for a change. “I’m not fussed. I can move on. We dalish are good for that, at least.” She hitched the rucksack up onto her back and made for the door, throwing the barman a few silver for the damage as she passed. “Dareth shiral and all that,” she said. Under her breath, she added, “Fucking shems.”
TV Tropes:
Rebellious SpiritOnly In It For The Money
The Runaway
Ineffectual Loner
You Can't Go Home Again
IC Preferences
Hugging this character: yes- after she warms up to you otherwise she’ll probably punch you for touching her.
Kissing this character: yes - again after she warms up to you.
Flirting with this character: yes, but it might raise her hackles a bit
Fighting with this character: yes
Injuring this character: yes, punches, broken nose, light bleeding, no mortal wounds.
Killing this character: no, but depends on plot
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: yes, but warn first.
Offensive subjects: obviously anything against the rules, but also steer clear of gore for me!
((hopefully that covered everything!)
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