Post by snotlout on Oct 22, 2015 4:42:46 GMT
Full name (+titles, if any):
Danyene Denuo
Age:
27
Gender:
She/Her pronousn
Race:
(Qunari Kossith/Vashoth, dwarf, elf, human): Dalish Elf
Nationality:
(Previously) Tevinter Dalish
Class/Occupation:
Warrior
Background:
Life is not easy for a tevene elf, city or Dalish. Slavers shadowed everyone's steps, but while in the city you sold yourself, in the woods of Tevinter, you were sold. So the possibly last Dalish clan in Tevinter was Danyene's ragged one. Danyene's clan was small and moved more often than other clans; they rarely stayed in one place for more than three days at a time. Many people fled ship when they could. When they ventured near a border, bits of Danyene's clan would leave in cloves; the number doubled during Arlathvhens. Eventually, there was the Keeper, the First, two hunters, the craftsman (Danyene's mother) and a warrior (Danyene's father). After a collective word from the Keeper, the clan was disbanded for the safety of the elves and all set out on their own way. Danyene was only 20 at the time.The Keeper joined the largest clan there was, the hunters scattered into the Orlesian woods. Danyene's mother Khaleih and Danyene's father set off to Fereldan, where the forest in the south was solitary in nature.
Danyene, however, stayed behind.
Dalish life had been subpar to her. Perhaps it was just because the experience in a small, culture-stricken (how could you learn when you had to eat?), hungry, terrified clan wasn't the best, but she didn't seek to rejoin the Dalish. Instead she wished her parents well and head off onto her own into Minrathous. When she lived into the city, she was less likely to targeted by slavers as much as she would be by tax collectors. Poverty is the best motivator, after all. But Danyene wasn't poor. The sword skills she learned in her clan (one-sworded fighting, no shield) often had her hired as both a wedding entertainer and a mercenary for hire. The nobles of Tevinter ooh-ed and ahh-ed at her "savage" fighting technique. Danyene didn't like it. How could she? She wasn't a savage and neither were her people. She wasn't something to be put on display.
She began to work for city elves rights, often participating or inciting the frequent slave rebellions. She became a centerpiece at critical mass. Somehow, people paid more to see her. There she is. That... liberal sort.
Eventually, after an accident that took off her right arm from the elbow down, Danyene left Tevinter and swore off violence. She went directly into Orlais and began "common" work; laundering, bartending, cleaning, horse-minding, baking. She lives there to this day, working for her living and secretly missing the battle that used to exhilarate her so much.
Personality:
Despite her rough start, Danyene is a cheerful sort that likes to joke, barter, tease and generally mingle. Not the noble sort of mingling, mind you, but the kind that wound her off with friends. Her days are filled with hard work that often exhausts her and leaves her comatose through sleep, so she's a heavy and (when possible) late sleeper with a grumpy disposition when woken. When she has free time, she likes to go watch the Chevaliers cheer. She collects short swords and hangs them on the wall of her small flat.
Despite being generally agreeable, she hasn't forgotten what's right. She's selective about who she talks too and who she befriends, which gives her the reputation of a better-than-thou attitude, which she has. (Usually with good reason.) She doesn't believe in second chances to people who haven't earned them; she doesn't like it when people who have no weight to swing around try swinging it around and she hates when people interrupt her, belittle her, or talk out of turn.
Appearance (description, image, or both!):
Danyene is pretty. Turn your head pretty. With a smooth, dark complexion combo'd with bright, wet eyes, she does indeed turn heads. She twists her hair into large, thick twists that fall down to her shoulderblades. With a Tevene father (who is Natriel Lavellan's maternal uncle, as it is) and a Rivain mother, she has dark hair, slitted eyes and a wide nose. She's tall for an elf, bordering on 5"7. As a child, when the clan was more populous, she was a star player of a Dalish sport that involved hitting a ball over a net. Speaking of Dalish; she doesn't have any vallaslin because the clan disbanded before she was able too. She's got not much in the way of curves on her; years spent dancing and fighting widdled that all off and by Mythal does she know it. She's missing her right arm from the elbow down and she prefers to wear long sleeve shirts tied at the end for it. She has a secret affinity for gaudy Tevinter jewelry and likes to wear one to two rings on each finger.
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
"What's with that sword," sneering the same guy for the tenth time in one day with a rude gesture to Danyene's sword. It was different than the normal Tevinter make, with a very long handle and a blade split into two.
"A Dalish blade made for my sort of fighting," Danyene replied to the same guy for the tenth time in one day with an aggravated sigh.
The noble's estate was boring. The Magister thathad hired the mercenary company to guard it while he was away. Something about rivals or something? It didn't really matter. It was boring. All the slaves raced across the small parties vision and Danyene had tried to talk to them but they jumped and skittered whenever she tried. Maybe they were scared of her because of her sword? Or maybe it was the unclean man leering behind her. She stood at one place for two hours, looking out into vineyards and emanciated slave bodies until someone from the east side came and told her to move to the west side and she went to the west side to tell the company there to go to the North side. To be fair, if someone really wanted the break into the mansion, they would've done it by now. They could just overtake a side when the guards abandoned it to switch. Danyene had seen the gaps in guarding when she was hired and briefed by the Mercenary Leader but this is a Magister's Home so she couldn't bring herself to give a shit. Take his rubies. See if she cares.
"What sort of fightin' can the fuckin wild rabbits do?" The disgusting man Danyene sadly called her coworker snorted. He turned to the other guard, a woman who was unamused, and tried to include her. "Righ'? Don't they throw sharpened sticks instead?"
Sharpened sticks. Bows and Arrows have been around since Arlathan and he thinks that the Dalish use bows and sticks. "I'm going to take a sharpened stick and stick you," Danyene replied quietly, and just then the guard from the East side cycled around the corner. "'Oi! Lepus, you greasy slob, it's time to--," his declaration was cut off by a sharpened arrow coming from the roof of the mansion, piercing through his hide and rendering him dead. Danyene's coworker (eugh) gave a shout and backed up to peer at the mansion while Danyene had a brief second to consider the Eastman Guard. Guess someone really does want this guy's rubies, she thought just as her guardsmen took out their swords.
Danyene Denuo
Age:
27
Gender:
She/Her pronousn
Race:
(Qunari Kossith/Vashoth, dwarf, elf, human): Dalish Elf
Nationality:
(Previously) Tevinter Dalish
Class/Occupation:
Warrior
Background:
Life is not easy for a tevene elf, city or Dalish. Slavers shadowed everyone's steps, but while in the city you sold yourself, in the woods of Tevinter, you were sold. So the possibly last Dalish clan in Tevinter was Danyene's ragged one. Danyene's clan was small and moved more often than other clans; they rarely stayed in one place for more than three days at a time. Many people fled ship when they could. When they ventured near a border, bits of Danyene's clan would leave in cloves; the number doubled during Arlathvhens. Eventually, there was the Keeper, the First, two hunters, the craftsman (Danyene's mother) and a warrior (Danyene's father). After a collective word from the Keeper, the clan was disbanded for the safety of the elves and all set out on their own way. Danyene was only 20 at the time.The Keeper joined the largest clan there was, the hunters scattered into the Orlesian woods. Danyene's mother Khaleih and Danyene's father set off to Fereldan, where the forest in the south was solitary in nature.
Danyene, however, stayed behind.
Dalish life had been subpar to her. Perhaps it was just because the experience in a small, culture-stricken (how could you learn when you had to eat?), hungry, terrified clan wasn't the best, but she didn't seek to rejoin the Dalish. Instead she wished her parents well and head off onto her own into Minrathous. When she lived into the city, she was less likely to targeted by slavers as much as she would be by tax collectors. Poverty is the best motivator, after all. But Danyene wasn't poor. The sword skills she learned in her clan (one-sworded fighting, no shield) often had her hired as both a wedding entertainer and a mercenary for hire. The nobles of Tevinter ooh-ed and ahh-ed at her "savage" fighting technique. Danyene didn't like it. How could she? She wasn't a savage and neither were her people. She wasn't something to be put on display.
She began to work for city elves rights, often participating or inciting the frequent slave rebellions. She became a centerpiece at critical mass. Somehow, people paid more to see her. There she is. That... liberal sort.
Eventually, after an accident that took off her right arm from the elbow down, Danyene left Tevinter and swore off violence. She went directly into Orlais and began "common" work; laundering, bartending, cleaning, horse-minding, baking. She lives there to this day, working for her living and secretly missing the battle that used to exhilarate her so much.
Personality:
Despite her rough start, Danyene is a cheerful sort that likes to joke, barter, tease and generally mingle. Not the noble sort of mingling, mind you, but the kind that wound her off with friends. Her days are filled with hard work that often exhausts her and leaves her comatose through sleep, so she's a heavy and (when possible) late sleeper with a grumpy disposition when woken. When she has free time, she likes to go watch the Chevaliers cheer. She collects short swords and hangs them on the wall of her small flat.
Despite being generally agreeable, she hasn't forgotten what's right. She's selective about who she talks too and who she befriends, which gives her the reputation of a better-than-thou attitude, which she has. (Usually with good reason.) She doesn't believe in second chances to people who haven't earned them; she doesn't like it when people who have no weight to swing around try swinging it around and she hates when people interrupt her, belittle her, or talk out of turn.
Appearance (description, image, or both!):
Danyene is pretty. Turn your head pretty. With a smooth, dark complexion combo'd with bright, wet eyes, she does indeed turn heads. She twists her hair into large, thick twists that fall down to her shoulderblades. With a Tevene father (who is Natriel Lavellan's maternal uncle, as it is) and a Rivain mother, she has dark hair, slitted eyes and a wide nose. She's tall for an elf, bordering on 5"7. As a child, when the clan was more populous, she was a star player of a Dalish sport that involved hitting a ball over a net. Speaking of Dalish; she doesn't have any vallaslin because the clan disbanded before she was able too. She's got not much in the way of curves on her; years spent dancing and fighting widdled that all off and by Mythal does she know it. She's missing her right arm from the elbow down and she prefers to wear long sleeve shirts tied at the end for it. She has a secret affinity for gaudy Tevinter jewelry and likes to wear one to two rings on each finger.
Writing sample (A third person (prose) sample that should contain at least ten sentences and feature some dialogue.):
"What's with that sword," sneering the same guy for the tenth time in one day with a rude gesture to Danyene's sword. It was different than the normal Tevinter make, with a very long handle and a blade split into two.
"A Dalish blade made for my sort of fighting," Danyene replied to the same guy for the tenth time in one day with an aggravated sigh.
The noble's estate was boring. The Magister thathad hired the mercenary company to guard it while he was away. Something about rivals or something? It didn't really matter. It was boring. All the slaves raced across the small parties vision and Danyene had tried to talk to them but they jumped and skittered whenever she tried. Maybe they were scared of her because of her sword? Or maybe it was the unclean man leering behind her. She stood at one place for two hours, looking out into vineyards and emanciated slave bodies until someone from the east side came and told her to move to the west side and she went to the west side to tell the company there to go to the North side. To be fair, if someone really wanted the break into the mansion, they would've done it by now. They could just overtake a side when the guards abandoned it to switch. Danyene had seen the gaps in guarding when she was hired and briefed by the Mercenary Leader but this is a Magister's Home so she couldn't bring herself to give a shit. Take his rubies. See if she cares.
"What sort of fightin' can the fuckin wild rabbits do?" The disgusting man Danyene sadly called her coworker snorted. He turned to the other guard, a woman who was unamused, and tried to include her. "Righ'? Don't they throw sharpened sticks instead?"
Sharpened sticks. Bows and Arrows have been around since Arlathan and he thinks that the Dalish use bows and sticks. "I'm going to take a sharpened stick and stick you," Danyene replied quietly, and just then the guard from the East side cycled around the corner. "'Oi! Lepus, you greasy slob, it's time to--," his declaration was cut off by a sharpened arrow coming from the roof of the mansion, piercing through his hide and rendering him dead. Danyene's coworker (eugh) gave a shout and backed up to peer at the mansion while Danyene had a brief second to consider the Eastman Guard. Guess someone really does want this guy's rubies, she thought just as her guardsmen took out their swords.
