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 Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 7:24 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 8:26 am
  
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tab tab ◦ Miralen "Knyves" Haranal
ᴀɢᴇ
tab tab ◦ 36 Years Old
ʀᴀᴄᴇ
tab tab ◦ Elvhen (Dalish)
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ
tab tab ◦ Five Feet Three Inches
ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ
tab tab ◦ 155 lbs
ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ/ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ
tab tab ◦ || Head/Face || Vallaslin of her Clan, the Haranal (the Fearless).
tab tab ◦ || Head/Face || Eyes that glow with an unusual pinkish/red hue.
tab tab ◦ || Left Arm || A tattooed veil of raven's feathers; to symbolize her kinship the creatures.
tab tab ◦ || Right Arm || A mosaic of her Clan's ending. The somber captured memory of their final moment.
tab tab ◦ || Limbs & Torso || Scarred over years by men, beasts, and 'spawn alike.
ᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
tab tab ◦ Chaotic Neutral
ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ
tab tab ◦ Origins: Free Marches. Presently: Ferelden.
ʀᴏʟᴇ
tab tab ◦ Dalish Wyldling
ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ
tab tab ◦ Force Mage / ??? (TbD)
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 8:52 am
ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ
STALWART ◦ FEARLESS ◦ VIGILANT ◦ PRAGMATIC ◦ VINDICTIVE ◦ INEXORABLE
ʙɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ
Miralen was born to a particularly fierce and nomadic tribe of Dalish elves; clan Haranal. She was born to a Dalish mother and a human father whom she has never met. Her mother was killed by bandits when she was only an infant. Though Dalish tribes often see every child as their own and every adult as their guardian, Keeper Namahra of the Haranal took a personal interest in this young girl. Each had lost something and the other helped them to fill that bottomless void with something bright.
At age 16 Miralen witnessed the massacre of her tribe at the hands of Darkspawn. Throat-cutters who’d ambushed them in the night. Miralen was the only survivor; and the circumstances of how is a story she holds close to her heart. Not long after Miralen attempted to venture out into the world alone. Only to eventually be discovered by the Carta, and conscripted for her talents through deceitful means. After 3 long years of working off her fabricated debt she had earned a reputation throughout the underworld. Popularly described as a violent Elvhen mage by the name of “Knyves.”
Shortly after the beginning of her third year with the Carta, Knyves managed to earn her freedom, and returned to the life of a nomad. Hearsay amon the Carta place her in the Free Marches over the next decade; and then whispers began to circulate that she had crossed the Waking Sea into Ferelden. Her experience as a reclusive wanderer coupled with her connections in the Carta allowed her to carefully navigate the country without ever really being seen by the public eye. The most recent rumor among Carta mercenaries is that she was sighted leaving the Korcari Wilds, and headed somewhere with purpose. As though she’d felt a calling; and was compelled to answer.*
ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ
Wildlife ◦ Scenery ◦ History ◦ Courage
ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ
Corruption ◦ Pollution ◦ Injustice ◦ Shem
ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ
tab tab ◦ Knyves claims to have a firm mastery of herself and her arcane abilities. But she is simply too proud and too arrogant to admit that she can't learn anything more on her own. She unlocked Force magic with an innate natural talent. All else has been beyond her reach since she both lacks and refuses proper tutelage. This puts her at risk of more than just ignorance; and the dark things of the Fade grow more daring each day.
tab tab ◦ Knyves is an animal in nearly all things. She detests the idea of being a part of society/civilization. She avoids who she can. She has killed poachers of Dalish lands before, and she defends her people with a zealous fury. Even her own kin see her more as beast than Elvhen these days. Yet for all her bluster she is always the first to throw her life on the line to save another. Perhaps there's something more still left in there after all.
ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ
tab tab ◦ Knyves has no fear of death; but she does fear the manner in which she may die. She fears dying in chains, or dying of weakness and cowardice. She fears dying in dishonour or treachery. She lives her life as best she's able to avoid this.
tab tab ◦ Knyves fears the darkspawn Magisters. She herself may not even know it. She has only ever seen one--as a child, the day her clan was massacred--and it struck something in her that she's never again had to face. When next she comes to face it she may find that the fearless animal she's always been may flee her; and leave that helpless little girl in it's wake.
ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
tab tab ◦ Knyves is a mage who fights, runs, and damn near flies without a staff. She combines Force Magic with her very limbs. You'll have to see it to believe it.
tab tab ◦ Knyves' forms of combat, free-running, hunting, tracking, and casting are all (mostly) self-taught.
tab tab ◦ Knyves claims that the beasts and trees of the world all speak in the same language; and if one listens closely enough....
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2023 9:50 am
ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ
tab tab ◦ Mage
ꜱᴜʙᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ
tab tab ◦ Force Mage // --TbD--
ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴꜱ
tab tab ◦ Fists/Feet
tab tab ◦ --TbD--
ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ
tab tab ◦ A cuirass and leggings made of great bear hide. Reinforced with iron bark around the ankles/feet, as well as the wrists/hands.
ꜱᴘᴇʟʟꜱ (ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴀɢᴇ, ᴅᴇʟᴇᴛᴇ)
◌ [ Fist of the Maker ]
tab tab ◦ The mage slams enemies into the ground with incredible power, against which armor is no protection.
◌ [ Unshakeable ]
tab tab ◦ The mage suppresses the physical and elemental force of incoming attacks, becoming nearly immune to knockdown or other effects that interrupt combat.
◌ [ Telekinetic Burst ]
tab tab ◦ The mage summons a wave of telekinetic force that hurtles enemies away from the core of the blast.
◌ [ Pull of the Abyss ]
tab tab ◦ The mage conjures a maelstrom of energy that draws enemies to its center while slowing them to a crawl.
◌ [ ??? ]
tab tab ◦ [--TbD--]
◌ [ ??? ]
tab tab ◦ [--TbD--]
◌ [Spell name]
tab tab ◦ [--TbD--]
ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
tab tab ◦ Free-Running/Parkour: Knyves has spent a lifetime mastering her own body. She can run, leap, sprint, and climb across the roughest of terrain for a couple of hours before collapsing.
tab tab ◦ Brawling/Savage: Knyves has no formal or disciplined combat training. Yet years of hunting packs of Darkspawn and poachers have made her a fearsome warrior. She fights with her fists/feet; grappling, gouging, snapping, twisting, and smashing whatever she must in order to win.
tab tab ◦ Hunting/Tracking: Knyves can track a single squirrel through the Wylds for days and never lose track of it. She can silently stalk and swiftly bring down a deer with her bare hands. The smells of earth, the scrapes of bark, and the whispers of wildlife are tools of her trade.
tab tab ◦ Dalish Scholar: Knyves isn't all high jabs and dead 'spawn. She harbors and nurtures a fascination for Dalish history. She is willing to brave hordes of spiders in order to catch even the smallest glimpse of Dalish texts lost in caves of olde; and then turning what little she can over to the nearest Keeper. Perhaps--at heart--she wants to make her own Keeper proud.
tab tab ◦ Beast-friend: Knyves doesn't believe that there is any reason to kill a beast that can be avoided. To fell something like a Dragon is a horrible crime in her eyes. She understands that sometimes it is unavoidable; and yet the very idea pains her to the core. It is her belief that that all which is majestic in this world should be protected...not slaughtered.
ʜᴏʙʙɪᴇꜱ
tab tab ◦ Hiking
tab tab ◦ Stargazing
tab tab ◦ Whittling
tab tab ◦ Training
tab tab ◦ Running (don't call it frolicking, she hates that)
ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜꜱ
tab tab ◦ Knyves is utterly unafraid. To such an extent that one could lay their head against her chest and hear a steady beat even as she hides herself from a passing gang of bandits, or as she goes charging into battle.
tab tab ◦ Knyves isn't just stubborn; she's downright certain. If she believes something is right then that's the end of that. If she believes it's wrong? Then she'll do something about it, and it'll take at least hell or high-water to stop her.
tab tab ◦ Knyves is as stalwart and true as they come. Like any loyal beast she will always defend those she believes to be members of her unspoken "pack." She hasn't had anyone truly close since she lost her clan all those years ago; and still that has not stopped her from maintaining such valiant principles.
ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ
tab tab ◦ Knyves is woefully uneducated. She understands the currency system of men, and she can trade well enough with her own kind. But she can only read and write at the most basic level. She has trouble understanding or comprehending larger words. She knows little of kingdoms, countries, nobles, or houses. She's a fixer-upper to be sure.
tab tab ◦ Knyves is proud and that pride has cost her in the past. It cost her so dearly that if it had been anyone else they would have been forever humbled. But Knyves retains her spirited nature; and her arrogance could very well be her downfall someday.
tab tab ◦ Knyves is still at risk of corruption, and becoming an abomination. She has managed to stem the tide on her own all these years. But every day she gets older the demons grow bolder. They feed on the loneliness she pretends not to feel...and without help? They may one day take her.
ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢs
tab tab ◦ Iron by Woodkid
tab tab ◦ Run boy Run by Woodkid
ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ
tab tab ◦ Eva Green
ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ
tab tab ◦ -- Finding Model Name --
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2023 11:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2023 6:15 am
Ar tu na alan'el shemlen… ______________________________________________________________________ Elvhen Survivor / / Dalish Savage / / Brawling Mage
 The journey from the Wilds had been pleasant. A couple weeks of traveling through the woods and rivers of Ferelden. Stopping only to rest, eat, and commune with the spirits of the world. Meditating and training beneath dense canopies. Kept company by the critters, creatures, and beasts of the land. There was one instance where a group of traveling merchants had wandered near her camp one morning. But she’d managed to divert them by imitating the howls and snarls of predators too fierce to risk contesting with. A useful trick that had protected her from society more than once.
As she neared her destination she slowed her pace of travel. She didn’t want to just walk in. Knyves was not educated in the contemporary sense. But her years of experience in fighting, stalking, hunting, and stealth had manifested in her a talented tactician. She assessed the numbers first. Choosing to keep her distance. Making sure to slowly circle the encampment and staying well within open view. No need to give the impression that she was the enemy. There weren’t nearly as many Wardens as she’d imagined there would be. Then again the fact that the Wardens endured at all was a testament to their resilience.
The party which accompanied them seemed an ill-matched gaggle of individuals…but some of the greatest clans were formed in much the same way. Who was she to judge?
After confirming that this was no Shemlen death trap, Knyves chose to approach, and join the rest of the band. She arrived just in time for Rosalina—First Warden—to begin speaking. Once or twice in her life Knyves had been told by others that her features were too delicate, and her face too attractive for them to believe she was a killer. She’d always found such presumptions to be ridiculous. But looking at this woman, now, she could see how others would arrive at such a conclusion. Still. Beneath the alluring visage Knyves could hear the warrior in her voice. Hear the weight of a bloodied world behind her words.
Then stepped forth the Keeper. Knyves instinctively looked away. Navigating around those who stood to listen. Keeping them between herself and the two leaders who spoke to them. Every other pair of eyes and whispered voice were as the wind to her. A meaningless cacophony of ill will and prejudice. That’s all she ever expected from most. There were a few unique looking individuals among the Wardens encamped there. A woman with her hood pulled over her head. A man who looked more a Reaver than a Warden. A mage who smelled of wealth and splendor. More still.
Knyves herself wore her usual attire. A raiment of great bear hide which clung tight to her body, and was loose only at the knees. Her ankles and wrists were adorned with Ironbark plates. Her silver hair was long enough to sway around her waist; and the white vallaslin across her face was well fitting. She carried a pack made from a combination of Wyvern scales and Basilisk hide. Most unusual about her, perhaps, was her weapon. Or rather the absence of it. For she carried no staff, no sword, no dagger, and no shield. Yet her body was riddled with scars born of primal elements, steel, wood, claw, and fang alike.
When the Keeper was finished talking an individual stepped forward. Tevinter by the looks of her. Maybe Orlesian. Or maybe just some rich Ferelden. Who knows? Knyves noted the manner in which the woman didn’t so much as look in the Keeper’s direction. Another elf-hating Shem. At least she was pretty to look at. Knyves chose then to step forward. Moving through the crowd, and walking up to the pair of leaders. Just as Sabine finished her question—before either of them had a chance to answer—Knyves interrupted them. Making sure not to so much as even glance in the direction of the affluent mage.
“Knyves.” She smacked her collar with her fist once to give gesture to her greeting. “Ready when you are.” With that Knyves nodded her head towards Rosalina, and turned to leave them to their affairs. Knyves nodded a silent farewell to the Keeper; and then gave one more glance towards Rosalina. Knyves then trudged over to the nearest patch of shade; and sat down onto the earth. Waiting to be called into action.
|| THEME: Unholy War -- Jacob Banks ||______________________________________________________________________
…just to hear your voice again
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2023 6:17 am
Ar tu na alan'el shemlen… ______________________________________________________________________ Elvhen Survivor / / Dalish Savage / / Brawling Mage
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|| THEME: Unholy War -- Jacob Banks ||______________________________________________________________________
…just to hear your voice again
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