Post by snotlout on Oct 4, 2015 5:52:41 GMT
Full name (+titles, if any): Natriel Lavellan
, Nat
Age: 23
Gender: Doesn't really think much of gender, but if she was introduced to different gender she'd definitely be agender
Race: (Qunari Kossith/Vashoth, dwarf, elf, human): Dalish Elf
Nationality: (Ferelden, Antivan, Orlesian, etc etc) Marcher Dalish
Class/Occupation: Mage. If there was a reaver mage, it'd be Natriel, but instead she's just a brutal force mage.
Background:
Natriel was born into clan Ghilain with two older brothers, a father and a mother. Her mother was a tevene dalish elf who eventually moved into the Ghilain clan on account that she, along with her clan, were targeted by tevinter slavers too much to be safe. Her mother's name is Meheri. Her father, Tulien, born and raised in Ghilain, a humble halla herder was immediately infatuated with the intense foreigner. He was rejected on account of a shitty introduction "I know I can't offer you much, but will you bond with me?" "What? No." After several years of courting (hit and miss), the two were bonded and immediately had Natriel's oldest brother, Ghilain'ehen, who went on to become a hunter and live with his wife in clan Ralaferin. The second son was born only a year after Ghilain'ehen and he was named Raferien. He stayed in clan Ghilain, married the boy next door, adopted a poor elf refugee, the typical Thedosian dream. Natriel, however, was a struggle to conceive and was five years younger than Raferien. She lived happily in clan Ghilain with her family until the age of nine, where she attempted to fire a bow and caught the bow on fire. After frenzied accounting of bloodlines, "Meheri, was your parents mages?"
"Uh. Well, in Tevinter, it is common knowledge that anyone can be a mage. In fact, there are even folk tales of the common people becoming--"
"Ok, not what I asked."
Clan Lavellan already had a first and a second and no room for Natriel. Luckily, Arlath'vhen was the next year and the Keeper deemed that they could train her in the basics for a year, just to keep her under control, until she could be given to another clan. When Arlathvhen came, she was traded into Clan Lavellan with many sad goodbyes and promises to keep in touch. She lived there content for many years, keeping in touch with her family when she could, training to be first.
As part of training to be a first, she was subjected to history through the Keeper, the story teller and any ruins that the clan stumbled across. Seeing the devastion of her people twice over filled her with bitterness although the Keeper said that the world of shems were no concern to the clan. The few humans that wandered into the camp (it was truly far and between, as clan Lavellan was completely isolated from the real world) treated her in particular like a commody. A chantry scholar once began to draw her cleaning her staff. She was only fourteen at the time, and was, of course, flattered until she saw the finished product. Her ears were exaggerated and the caption, which was going to put into a book was "Knife-Ear Mage cleans her primitive staff and sends me eyes. Unlikely she has ever seen a human before and is curious."
She lit all of the scholars literature on fire, his wagon, and spooked his horse in one fell swoop. The Keeper confiscated her staff and sent the human on his way.
Ever since this incident, scattered with the rare ventures into towns, she has grown a hate for the shemlen world. Despite this, she fell in love with a hunter named Inan and lived a full life in isolation from the shemlen world and planned to seclude her clan completely deep within the forests of the Arbor Wilds. Inan and Natriel were planning to be wed when a bandit attack and Natriel's heated defense left Keeper Lavellan doubting her abilities as a First. The brutal and messy execution of the shemlen bandits revealed that Natriel's heart lacked the place for compassion for those who had wronged her; so she sent Lavellan out into the world to mature until she could control her battle rage and find room in her heart for mercy and she was not welcome into Clan Lavellan as a resident until then.
Personality:
Natriel is very intense and full of bitterness. Although she doesn't have much of a quick temper, she is a person who despises many things (especially shems). After the Keeper pushed her into the shem world kicking and screaming, Natriel began to develop a grumpy introverted nature when confronted with the cruelties of the shem world. She makes friends here and there, but she mostly keeps to herself despite that being the exact opposite of what the keeper told her to do. Her decision making is quick, ruthless and often without concern for feelings or mercy, much like her. Although she was, in a way, cast out of her clan, she still holds her culture, way of life, clan and family dear and will defend it tooth and nail, often going to Chantry's across Thedas and critiquing their literature (and burning racist novels). Despite what people would think from her riff-raff exterior, Natriel is single-mindedly focused on reclaiming Elvhen nature for the truth and loves learning everything about the ancient world. So she often floats in between clans picking up bits of lore, in and out of large cities and elvhen ruins. She avoids small towns as a whole because of the racist shem. The books she reads sometimes makes her feel at home even without her clan and fiancee.
TV tropes: knight in sour armor, combat pragmatist, sour outside sad inside, death or glory attack, death glare.
Appearance (description, image, or both!): She’s short, dark-skinned, intense all around topped off with absolutely insane eyebrows. Her high-protein, high-exercise lifestyle led to her being beefy as hell. She could probably benchpress herself. (Character creation was limited so take the sketch as canon)
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
((Natriel's backstory was tweaked a little for this roleplay, so this is where she wasn't sent out into the world and was still first when the Conclave occured.))
“Died for a damn world that didn’t give a shit for him. Whole world forgot he was a mage. Forgot he was an elf, a Dalish one, at that. Whole damn world forgot something so damned vital to a person.” Inquisitor Lavellan looked up at Scout Harding, her electric green eyes boring into hers. Suddenly everything about her seemed so intense, like the explosion at the Conclave. Her long black hair, a braid reaching down to her knees, the shaved side of her head, the eyebrows furrowed in thought. The scars on her hands and face. The frown lines. The faint trickle of magic from her right hand. She seemed so savage, so weary, so old in that moment.
“They’re gonna do that to me. They’re gonna strip me of everythin’ until I’m just another stupid fucking shem with a fucking sword.” Lavellan said in the resulting silence as she put the mug to her lips.
“No they won’t. You being a mage and an elf was vital to the way the world changed,” Scout Harding found the strength to say, even though it wasn’t true.
“Bullshit. Ameridan being an elf and a mage was important. His lover, Telena was important. No one gave a shit about that.”
“Inquisitor—,”
“For fucks’ sake, stop calling me that!” Lavellan all but yelled as she stood up, shoving one of her empty mug away. It clattered off the table in the dead silence.
“You’re already fucking do it! Everyone is! I’m not just the Inquisitor! I used to be a person! I used to have freedom before this! I had dreams! My name is Natriel Lavellan, first of clan Lavellan, third-born of Meheri and Tulien of clan Ghilan, but does anyone fucking remember that? Maker, you didn’t even know my first name before this, did you?”
Scout Harding was too astounded to reply. Natriel made eye contact with her, the air around her electric, volatile, before she sat down again. She sighed, brokenly, a shuddery sigh that sounded like an old wooden structure in a storm, threatening to fall into the abyss at any moment.
“Of course you didn’t. Those fucking, shit-eating, Andraste-loving shems took that away from me, too.” She mumbled. She held her head in a hand, because she couldn’t look at the pint anymore.
Hugging this character: yeah thats fine as long as you know her and all that. she might punch you but its the thought that counts
Kissing this character: cheek kiss, yes. anything else, no.
she has a fiancee who is hot and definitely real. what do you mean show you a picture of her, she's real! even if she lives in the new marches
Flirting with this character: she’ll definitely fight you and feel really guilty and immediately write a letter to her fiancee
apologizing for her sins
Fighting with this character: natriel wants to fight everything, absolutely
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): yeah, up for discussion. scarring is fine and so is loosing of limbs but only probably one limb. near death is okay. pretty much everything is okay as long as you’re fine with natriel pulling all stops and all that. RAPE IS A NO THOUGH
Killing this character: it has to be really fucking good for the plot, so probably no.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: yeah, just discuss with me ooc beforehand so we can hash over what will be said. depending on the person it’ll either be grumpy acceptance (someone like cole) or absolute violence (a bloodmage)
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): rape in a way that isn’t punishing a rapist
... that makes me super uncomfortable for #personal reasons
, Nat
Age: 23
Gender: Doesn't really think much of gender, but if she was introduced to different gender she'd definitely be agender
Race: (Qunari Kossith/Vashoth, dwarf, elf, human): Dalish Elf
Nationality: (Ferelden, Antivan, Orlesian, etc etc) Marcher Dalish
Class/Occupation: Mage. If there was a reaver mage, it'd be Natriel, but instead she's just a brutal force mage.
Background:
Natriel was born into clan Ghilain with two older brothers, a father and a mother. Her mother was a tevene dalish elf who eventually moved into the Ghilain clan on account that she, along with her clan, were targeted by tevinter slavers too much to be safe. Her mother's name is Meheri. Her father, Tulien, born and raised in Ghilain, a humble halla herder was immediately infatuated with the intense foreigner. He was rejected on account of a shitty introduction "I know I can't offer you much, but will you bond with me?" "What? No." After several years of courting (hit and miss), the two were bonded and immediately had Natriel's oldest brother, Ghilain'ehen, who went on to become a hunter and live with his wife in clan Ralaferin. The second son was born only a year after Ghilain'ehen and he was named Raferien. He stayed in clan Ghilain, married the boy next door, adopted a poor elf refugee, the typical Thedosian dream. Natriel, however, was a struggle to conceive and was five years younger than Raferien. She lived happily in clan Ghilain with her family until the age of nine, where she attempted to fire a bow and caught the bow on fire. After frenzied accounting of bloodlines, "Meheri, was your parents mages?"
"Uh. Well, in Tevinter, it is common knowledge that anyone can be a mage. In fact, there are even folk tales of the common people becoming--"
"Ok, not what I asked."
Clan Lavellan already had a first and a second and no room for Natriel. Luckily, Arlath'vhen was the next year and the Keeper deemed that they could train her in the basics for a year, just to keep her under control, until she could be given to another clan. When Arlathvhen came, she was traded into Clan Lavellan with many sad goodbyes and promises to keep in touch. She lived there content for many years, keeping in touch with her family when she could, training to be first.
As part of training to be a first, she was subjected to history through the Keeper, the story teller and any ruins that the clan stumbled across. Seeing the devastion of her people twice over filled her with bitterness although the Keeper said that the world of shems were no concern to the clan. The few humans that wandered into the camp (it was truly far and between, as clan Lavellan was completely isolated from the real world) treated her in particular like a commody. A chantry scholar once began to draw her cleaning her staff. She was only fourteen at the time, and was, of course, flattered until she saw the finished product. Her ears were exaggerated and the caption, which was going to put into a book was "Knife-Ear Mage cleans her primitive staff and sends me eyes. Unlikely she has ever seen a human before and is curious."
She lit all of the scholars literature on fire, his wagon, and spooked his horse in one fell swoop. The Keeper confiscated her staff and sent the human on his way.
Ever since this incident, scattered with the rare ventures into towns, she has grown a hate for the shemlen world. Despite this, she fell in love with a hunter named Inan and lived a full life in isolation from the shemlen world and planned to seclude her clan completely deep within the forests of the Arbor Wilds. Inan and Natriel were planning to be wed when a bandit attack and Natriel's heated defense left Keeper Lavellan doubting her abilities as a First. The brutal and messy execution of the shemlen bandits revealed that Natriel's heart lacked the place for compassion for those who had wronged her; so she sent Lavellan out into the world to mature until she could control her battle rage and find room in her heart for mercy and she was not welcome into Clan Lavellan as a resident until then.
Personality:
Natriel is very intense and full of bitterness. Although she doesn't have much of a quick temper, she is a person who despises many things (especially shems). After the Keeper pushed her into the shem world kicking and screaming, Natriel began to develop a grumpy introverted nature when confronted with the cruelties of the shem world. She makes friends here and there, but she mostly keeps to herself despite that being the exact opposite of what the keeper told her to do. Her decision making is quick, ruthless and often without concern for feelings or mercy, much like her. Although she was, in a way, cast out of her clan, she still holds her culture, way of life, clan and family dear and will defend it tooth and nail, often going to Chantry's across Thedas and critiquing their literature (and burning racist novels). Despite what people would think from her riff-raff exterior, Natriel is single-mindedly focused on reclaiming Elvhen nature for the truth and loves learning everything about the ancient world. So she often floats in between clans picking up bits of lore, in and out of large cities and elvhen ruins. She avoids small towns as a whole because of the racist shem. The books she reads sometimes makes her feel at home even without her clan and fiancee.
TV tropes: knight in sour armor, combat pragmatist, sour outside sad inside, death or glory attack, death glare.
Appearance (description, image, or both!): She’s short, dark-skinned, intense all around topped off with absolutely insane eyebrows. Her high-protein, high-exercise lifestyle led to her being beefy as hell. She could probably benchpress herself. (Character creation was limited so take the sketch as canon)
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
((Natriel's backstory was tweaked a little for this roleplay, so this is where she wasn't sent out into the world and was still first when the Conclave occured.))
“Died for a damn world that didn’t give a shit for him. Whole world forgot he was a mage. Forgot he was an elf, a Dalish one, at that. Whole damn world forgot something so damned vital to a person.” Inquisitor Lavellan looked up at Scout Harding, her electric green eyes boring into hers. Suddenly everything about her seemed so intense, like the explosion at the Conclave. Her long black hair, a braid reaching down to her knees, the shaved side of her head, the eyebrows furrowed in thought. The scars on her hands and face. The frown lines. The faint trickle of magic from her right hand. She seemed so savage, so weary, so old in that moment.
“They’re gonna do that to me. They’re gonna strip me of everythin’ until I’m just another stupid fucking shem with a fucking sword.” Lavellan said in the resulting silence as she put the mug to her lips.
“No they won’t. You being a mage and an elf was vital to the way the world changed,” Scout Harding found the strength to say, even though it wasn’t true.
“Bullshit. Ameridan being an elf and a mage was important. His lover, Telena was important. No one gave a shit about that.”
“Inquisitor—,”
“For fucks’ sake, stop calling me that!” Lavellan all but yelled as she stood up, shoving one of her empty mug away. It clattered off the table in the dead silence.
“You’re already fucking do it! Everyone is! I’m not just the Inquisitor! I used to be a person! I used to have freedom before this! I had dreams! My name is Natriel Lavellan, first of clan Lavellan, third-born of Meheri and Tulien of clan Ghilan, but does anyone fucking remember that? Maker, you didn’t even know my first name before this, did you?”
Scout Harding was too astounded to reply. Natriel made eye contact with her, the air around her electric, volatile, before she sat down again. She sighed, brokenly, a shuddery sigh that sounded like an old wooden structure in a storm, threatening to fall into the abyss at any moment.
“Of course you didn’t. Those fucking, shit-eating, Andraste-loving shems took that away from me, too.” She mumbled. She held her head in a hand, because she couldn’t look at the pint anymore.
Hugging this character: yeah thats fine as long as you know her and all that. she might punch you but its the thought that counts
Kissing this character: cheek kiss, yes. anything else, no.
she has a fiancee who is hot and definitely real. what do you mean show you a picture of her, she's real! even if she lives in the new marches
Flirting with this character: she’ll definitely fight you and feel really guilty and immediately write a letter to her fiancee
apologizing for her sins
Fighting with this character: natriel wants to fight everything, absolutely
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): yeah, up for discussion. scarring is fine and so is loosing of limbs but only probably one limb. near death is okay. pretty much everything is okay as long as you’re fine with natriel pulling all stops and all that. RAPE IS A NO THOUGH
Killing this character: it has to be really fucking good for the plot, so probably no.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: yeah, just discuss with me ooc beforehand so we can hash over what will be said. depending on the person it’ll either be grumpy acceptance (someone like cole) or absolute violence (a bloodmage)
Offensive subjects (things you don’t wish to RP/come across): rape in a way that isn’t punishing a rapist
... that makes me super uncomfortable for #personal reasons
