Gender: Female
Race/Nationality: Human
Age: 23
Class/Specializations: Bard/Rouge
Companion Specific Specialization: None
Personality: Emily kind and gentle, her belief in the Maker is strong and wants to believe that violence is not the answer to everything. She welcomes anyone with open arms unless they intend to harm the people she cares for.
Background (Personal Story): Born in the Orlesian Empire, Emily was happily raised by her mother and father in a small town. Early in her life she was introduced to the Chantry and her mother's belief in the Maker. Every more Emily and her mother would travel to the nearest Chantry and pray, her mother would pray for hours on end. Emily was far too young to understand why and normally played with the other children that visited the Chantry. Her father on the other hand was the one who began to teach her self defense and basic combat.
Emily's mother wasn't too fond of her daughter learning to fight, but she never argued about it. When Emily was about 15 her parents became desperate for money. They had tried everything they could to just feed their own family but money was running out too quickly. Unwillingly they married Emily to a richer gentlemen, who was horrible to her. For three years she was beaten, cut up, even forced into intercourse. For a long time, her trust in the Maker had dwindled. Where was he in her time of need?
She began to visit the Chantry again, begging for help. Someone must have heard her cries, answering her prayers. At the age of 18 she secretly trained to be a Bard and honed her fighting skills with traveling warriors. No one knew of this except the Chantry. Unfortunately rumors spread quickly and her husband learned of her secret training. He was not happy one bit. Emily couldn't take it anymore. The beatings had to stop. Grabbing her sword she plunged the blade into his abdomen, watching him bleed out. It was only after he had died she realized what she had done. "Maker forgive me.." Was all she could say before grabbing what she could carry and left her home. These days she sings at bars, chantrys, even the streets to make a little money. She keeps some for herself to buy food and supplies but she sends the rest to her family.
Companion Armor and revelant upgrades: None
Default accessories: Ring of Whispers, Longbowman's Belt
What's in the Pack?: A few health poultice, coins, and rations.
Gifts: Andraste's Grace, Chantry Amulet, Remarkable Topaz, The Rose of Orlais, Wine, Headband
Weapons: She uses a long bow mostly but has a short dagger hidden in her boot in case of closer combat.
Likes: Mabari, Cooking, Gentlemen, Chantry, The Maker, Traveling, Singing
Dislikes: Robbers, Spiders/ Bugs in general, wolves, heights
Crush/Sexuality: None./Straight
Personal Philosophy: Violence doesn't solve much but sometimes people just need a smack to the face.
Battle Phrases: "The Maker will guide my arrow!" (if she missed) - "Not my lucky day.", "They don't stand a chance"
Knockout Phrases: "Is this it..?" "The Maker has other plans for me.." "I'm sorry.."
Exiting Battle Phrases: "Is no one injured?" "That was a close one." "The Maker is on our side."
"Select " Phrases (IE Your'e clicking on me): "Yes?" "Do you need anything?" "I see you're back."
"Deselect" Phrases: "I'm happy to help." "Alright, some other time then."
Tent Acceptances: "Are you absolutely nuts- Oh you're serious..W-well then.."
Tent Rejection: "I don't feel that way towards you." "Now is not the time for such things." "I lovely offer..but no."
Companion Quest (Do they have one? What does it deal with?): What lies within the heart: After leaving her home there were rumors of her late husband's family killing her parents and burying their hearts behind a Chantry. Either reunite her with her parents or reveal an ugly truth.
Appearance:
Curiosities: Whenever she laughs, even just a little, she'll snort. So she tries not too.
