Post by Alistair Theirin on Feb 6, 2012 20:20:02 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Alistair Theirin
Race: Human
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Ferelden
Residence: The Royal Palace in Denerim
Affiliation: Grey Warden
Occupation: King of Ferelden
Religion: Believes in the Andrastian Chantry
COMBAT
Class: Warrior
Character Stats: (You begin with six points, which you can divide within the group below as you want. For each level you get, you gain one point. Each attribute has maximum seven slots. This is what makes your character special, and each attribute has its advantages.)
Strength: 3
Dexterity: 1
Willpower: 1
Magic: 0
Cunning: 1
Gear: King Alistair owns the golden armor of the previous King, King Cailan. He owns a great deal of clothes, both noble clothing and simple common cloths. He has a Gray Warden sword and shield, and he always carries his mother`s amulet close at heart.
APPLICATION
Dear Diary
It`s night before our march to Denerim and here we are, me and all my friends, at Redcliffe castle where I grew up as a young kid, soon to be killed by Darkspawn, or worse...by the Archdemon. It`s like it was yesterday, when I run around these halls and I was stopped by Arlessa Isolde. I remember she used to yell at me a lot with her Orlesian accent; gladly Eamon was there to help me escape. It`s finally now I release why Isolde was so mean to me, I guess she thought I was Eamon`s bastard son, when in fact I all along was King Maric`s bastard son, not much of a change is it? Well now, here I am, soon to be King and soon to be married with Anora, widow of King Cailan, my cousin, strange...
Ha! It was not my wish, I do not want to be king, but my friend Aedan and my uncle Eamon thinks it`s the best solution for everyone, all except me, and maybe Anora. I doubt she appreciated having her father killed. He may once have been a hero, though after betraying all those people at Ostagar, he deserved to die. Poor Duncan, and Cailan, both victims to Loghain`s treachery. I still don’t understand why he left them; I guess he had his reasons.
Oh...what are those strange sounds I hear, it`s coming from down the hallway...Is Morrigan having fun? I hope not it`s with Aedan, Leliana would be heart broken. Well, at least Morrigan and someone are not alone tonight. I just hope we all make it out alive, if not; I guess we all will meet our Maker sooner than expected. Anyway now it`s time to sleep, soon we`ll show those Darkspawn, next time we`ll be swooping on them, and swooping is bad.
Sincerely,
Alistair Theirin
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Daniel
Contact: By e-mail and pm here on the forum.
Roleplay Experience: Been roleplaying in 9 years, but have been busy these last three years so it`s good to be back doing RP. I mostly roleplay fantasy, horror and sci-fi.
Language(s): Norwegian
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Roleplay Sample:
Within the given estate to Empress Celene, Alistair now found himself in pleasant company. He had been there all night and now it was morning, the sun slowly rising above Denerim in the horizon. Time had flown by faster than Alistiar had expected and he now feared that his wife would soon be out looking for him, as had happened many times before. He liked being around Celene and her fascinating charm always lured him to stay a little longer then he had intended. There was a rumor however, that Alistair was having an affair with the women, but he never answered those who asked. In fact he and the Empress had not had an affair the night that had kept them both awake, although they had rather been awake talking, talking about each other`s interests and the future of Ferelden and Orlais.
Close to the window, Alistair stood looking out at the sun that was about to rise and he felt a happiness he never had felt before. Being with Celene was different than being with Anora, she understood him and it was good to have someone to talk too, especially after what had happened in the past with the Blight, the death of Duncan and the disappearance of his best friend Aedan Cousland. He had never wanted to rule, but had been forced into it. The very thought about it made him sad, but where else should he have been, if not a King. Should he have been with the Wardens all his life and then gone to die in the Deep Roads? Well into the Deep Roads one would sooner or later need to go, as like any Warden would need to...if one was not to be turned into a Darkspawn, those hideous creatures. A shill came down Alistair`s spine as he thought it, he shrugged and with a smile he turned toward Celene who still was awake, and after heavy consideration he agreed. "I will help you win back your throne and your people, even the nobles of Ferelden and my wife may not agree.” Alistair spoke lightly and walked over to Celene, before he bowed and kissed her hand. "Sadly I now must leave you, I should return to my wife, or she will cut my head off. Haha,” Alistair laughed sarcastically and with a smile he left, hoping Anora would not really kill him.
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