Post by dragonhearted on Oct 5, 2015 1:03:30 GMT
Eon Variel
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Fereldan, spent most of his life in Antiva
Class: Mage, minor shapeshifter
Background:
Eon was born in the Highever Alienage, his mother a tailor in the elven marketplace. He spent his early years wandering the alienage and the marketplace, curious about everything and anything. When he was 5 years old, he discovered he possessed magic when he froze a human boy's feet to the ground for harassing an elven girl. His mother was terrified of the fact he would be taken away from her, and promptly packed up their belongings and fled to Antiva, hoping that was far enough from the Fereldan Templars' reach. His mother became a servant for a minor Antivan noble, and they were safe for a year. But when a feud between Antivan nobles erupted, his mother was caught in the crossfire of a Crow assassination. He managed to shield his mother from the blows, but at the cost of his freedom. Eon was taken to the Circle the next day.
During his time in the Circle, he lacked friends, the other apprentices not bothering to get involved with the shy and stubborn "backwater" elf. Despite his intelligence and curiosity, Eon resisted every attempt by senior enchanter to get him interested in one of the aspects the Circle offered. He instead delved into unused texts on theories of hedgewitch shapeshifting, studying the forms of the only animals the tower had, cats and the birds that would twitter outside the windows. When he reached his 10th birthday, one of the senior enchanters had gained enough of his trust to teach him magic (also several templars had threatened him with stories of failed Harrowings). He excelled in primal/elemental magic, and was fascinated by spirit magic. If it had not been for his stubborn nature, he would've been one of the brightest students in the tower. The senior mage became the only one Eon offered any degree of trust to in the Circle. The other apprentices avoided him, and the other magi dubbed him a troublemaker. The five years he spent with his mentor, named Circe, were his tamest of his time in the Circle.
This period of tentative peace did not last long, however. Circe fell in love with a merchant who would deliver books and other crafting items to the tower. The merchant returned her affections, and they made a desperate bid for escape when Eon was just 16. He waited impatiently for news, from the templars, from Circe herself, for anything. The news he received was not what he wanted. Both Circe and her lover had been cut down by the templars in Antiva City. He flew into a rage, destroying half an apprentice dorm out of misery. The templars hit him with a holy smite, and he spent the next month in quarantine.
The next few years leading up to his escape were painful. They were rife with whippings and loss of meals, Eon losing all fear of the templars after Circe's death. It became clear he would never be a compliant mage, and plans for tranquility. One templar in training, named Adagio, protested this decision and when he was unable to stop it, went to warn Eon. The two of them made a desperate plan to get Eon out of the Circle. The scheme was to convince the lyrium smugglers Adagio knew worked the Circle to smuggle Eon out.
Adagio set a fire in the phylactery chamber, creating a distraction sufficient enough for Eon to flee into the underground tunnels. The smugglers had already agreed to get him out, but in return he had to work with them for six months. The rogues among the smugglers taught him both lockpicking and knifework to disguise his magical abilities. During this time with the smugglers, he learned that Adagio had been severely punished for the blaze, and had left the templars shortly after. Now his six months are up, and he has left Antiva, but he has no idea of what the future holds.
Personality:
Eon is kind and generous to anyone who has not crossed him, often helping anyone he can.
He is also stubborn and quite a bit reckless, tossing caution into the wind for good when he left the Circle.
Once he places his trust in anyone, he becomes devoted and motherly, past experience teaching him they could be taken from him suddenly and without warning.
He loves to learn new skills, often studying anything and everything to exhaustion. He is fascinated by everything they did not have in the Circle, from farm tools to city gates.
He cares deeply for the underdog, defending the downtrodden fiercely.
He has a huge sweet tooth, and loves nature due to being so far from it so long.
He loves subtle jewelry, and believes anyone and everyone should be free.
He dislikes math, soggy clothes, scratchy blankets, and hot days.
His greatest fear is being helpless.
Appearance:
Eon has wavy brown hair chopped chin-length, sparse freckles, and hazel eyes. He has a round face and a small nose, and is only 5"4. His ears twitch with his emotions, and he wears well worn travel clothes (a green cotton tunic, brown breeches, black leather boots, and a leather vest). He has two simple daggers on his belt, and a staff disguised as a walking stick. His eyes are wide and round. He has pale skin that flushes easily when embarrassed. He wears an emerald on a leather cord, all he has of his mother.
Sample:
Eon crept through the tunnels, carrying his load of lyrium carefully. As the indebted mage to these smugglers, he was often the one carrying the most of their haul. They halted in an alcove, the leader of their group gesturing for a short rest. Eon sighed in relief, sitting beside the rogue who had taught him how to wield his daggers. "Feelin' alright there, mageling?" The rogue asked gruffly, taking a swig from his waterskin. Eon rolled his eyes at the question, the corner of his mouth twitching at the rogue's barely hidden concern. Traitorous mouth. "I'm fine. The sooner we get this over with and out of these sodden tunnels, the happier I'll be." He glanced down the tunnel, ears twitching slightly. "I'd also be happier with something more challenging than a walk and drop." The rogue harrumphed, shaking his head. "Circle made ya foolish, kid. It's easy dough anyways, why should you care?" Eon frowned at the rogue. "Because I've spent too much time sitting on my ass and wasting said time. I'd much rather be doing something worthwhile."
IC:
Hugging Eon: Yes, he might be surprised and stiffen at first.
Kissing Eon: Yes, he will squawk and blush. He's bisexual, by the way.
Flirting with Eon: Yes, same reaction as above.
Fighting with Eon: Yes, I don't see why not.
Injuring Eon: Yes, but only mildly please. And not in a horrific way.
Killing Eon: No, please don't. I'm rather fond of him.
Using telepathy: Ask first, please.
Offensive subjects: I don't want to rp/come across sexual assault or any ableism.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Nationality: Fereldan, spent most of his life in Antiva
Class: Mage, minor shapeshifter
Background:
Eon was born in the Highever Alienage, his mother a tailor in the elven marketplace. He spent his early years wandering the alienage and the marketplace, curious about everything and anything. When he was 5 years old, he discovered he possessed magic when he froze a human boy's feet to the ground for harassing an elven girl. His mother was terrified of the fact he would be taken away from her, and promptly packed up their belongings and fled to Antiva, hoping that was far enough from the Fereldan Templars' reach. His mother became a servant for a minor Antivan noble, and they were safe for a year. But when a feud between Antivan nobles erupted, his mother was caught in the crossfire of a Crow assassination. He managed to shield his mother from the blows, but at the cost of his freedom. Eon was taken to the Circle the next day.
During his time in the Circle, he lacked friends, the other apprentices not bothering to get involved with the shy and stubborn "backwater" elf. Despite his intelligence and curiosity, Eon resisted every attempt by senior enchanter to get him interested in one of the aspects the Circle offered. He instead delved into unused texts on theories of hedgewitch shapeshifting, studying the forms of the only animals the tower had, cats and the birds that would twitter outside the windows. When he reached his 10th birthday, one of the senior enchanters had gained enough of his trust to teach him magic (also several templars had threatened him with stories of failed Harrowings). He excelled in primal/elemental magic, and was fascinated by spirit magic. If it had not been for his stubborn nature, he would've been one of the brightest students in the tower. The senior mage became the only one Eon offered any degree of trust to in the Circle. The other apprentices avoided him, and the other magi dubbed him a troublemaker. The five years he spent with his mentor, named Circe, were his tamest of his time in the Circle.
This period of tentative peace did not last long, however. Circe fell in love with a merchant who would deliver books and other crafting items to the tower. The merchant returned her affections, and they made a desperate bid for escape when Eon was just 16. He waited impatiently for news, from the templars, from Circe herself, for anything. The news he received was not what he wanted. Both Circe and her lover had been cut down by the templars in Antiva City. He flew into a rage, destroying half an apprentice dorm out of misery. The templars hit him with a holy smite, and he spent the next month in quarantine.
The next few years leading up to his escape were painful. They were rife with whippings and loss of meals, Eon losing all fear of the templars after Circe's death. It became clear he would never be a compliant mage, and plans for tranquility. One templar in training, named Adagio, protested this decision and when he was unable to stop it, went to warn Eon. The two of them made a desperate plan to get Eon out of the Circle. The scheme was to convince the lyrium smugglers Adagio knew worked the Circle to smuggle Eon out.
Adagio set a fire in the phylactery chamber, creating a distraction sufficient enough for Eon to flee into the underground tunnels. The smugglers had already agreed to get him out, but in return he had to work with them for six months. The rogues among the smugglers taught him both lockpicking and knifework to disguise his magical abilities. During this time with the smugglers, he learned that Adagio had been severely punished for the blaze, and had left the templars shortly after. Now his six months are up, and he has left Antiva, but he has no idea of what the future holds.
Personality:
Eon is kind and generous to anyone who has not crossed him, often helping anyone he can.
He is also stubborn and quite a bit reckless, tossing caution into the wind for good when he left the Circle.
Once he places his trust in anyone, he becomes devoted and motherly, past experience teaching him they could be taken from him suddenly and without warning.
He loves to learn new skills, often studying anything and everything to exhaustion. He is fascinated by everything they did not have in the Circle, from farm tools to city gates.
He cares deeply for the underdog, defending the downtrodden fiercely.
He has a huge sweet tooth, and loves nature due to being so far from it so long.
He loves subtle jewelry, and believes anyone and everyone should be free.
He dislikes math, soggy clothes, scratchy blankets, and hot days.
His greatest fear is being helpless.
Appearance:
Eon has wavy brown hair chopped chin-length, sparse freckles, and hazel eyes. He has a round face and a small nose, and is only 5"4. His ears twitch with his emotions, and he wears well worn travel clothes (a green cotton tunic, brown breeches, black leather boots, and a leather vest). He has two simple daggers on his belt, and a staff disguised as a walking stick. His eyes are wide and round. He has pale skin that flushes easily when embarrassed. He wears an emerald on a leather cord, all he has of his mother.
Sample:
Eon crept through the tunnels, carrying his load of lyrium carefully. As the indebted mage to these smugglers, he was often the one carrying the most of their haul. They halted in an alcove, the leader of their group gesturing for a short rest. Eon sighed in relief, sitting beside the rogue who had taught him how to wield his daggers. "Feelin' alright there, mageling?" The rogue asked gruffly, taking a swig from his waterskin. Eon rolled his eyes at the question, the corner of his mouth twitching at the rogue's barely hidden concern. Traitorous mouth. "I'm fine. The sooner we get this over with and out of these sodden tunnels, the happier I'll be." He glanced down the tunnel, ears twitching slightly. "I'd also be happier with something more challenging than a walk and drop." The rogue harrumphed, shaking his head. "Circle made ya foolish, kid. It's easy dough anyways, why should you care?" Eon frowned at the rogue. "Because I've spent too much time sitting on my ass and wasting said time. I'd much rather be doing something worthwhile."
IC:
Hugging Eon: Yes, he might be surprised and stiffen at first.
Kissing Eon: Yes, he will squawk and blush. He's bisexual, by the way.
Flirting with Eon: Yes, same reaction as above.
Fighting with Eon: Yes, I don't see why not.
Injuring Eon: Yes, but only mildly please. And not in a horrific way.
Killing Eon: No, please don't. I'm rather fond of him.
Using telepathy: Ask first, please.
Offensive subjects: I don't want to rp/come across sexual assault or any ableism.
