Post by Justinia V on Dec 29, 2012 13:57:41 GMT -5
"Idealism is our stock in trade, Lambert. A religion without ideals is tyranny."
GENERAL
Full Name: Justinia V (Original name Dorothea)
Race: Human
Age: 62
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: At the very least, homosexual, if not bisexual, due to showing interest in women beforehand (as implied within Leliana's song.) the player has, however, no intention of using this character in any romantic situation or background.
Birthplace: Orlais.
Residence: Grand Cathedral of Val Royeaux.
Affiliation Chantry.
Occupation: White Divine.
Religion: Divine Justinia, of course, worships the Maker.
COMBAT
Class: RogueCharacter Stats:
Strength: 0
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 2
Magic: 0
Cunning: 2
Gear: Justinia simply dresses in the robes of the White Divine. Those are varied, having several different outfits to wear depending on situation, and will be detailed in-post if notable at the time.
APPLICATION
Dear Leliana.
How long has it been since this war has started?
Every day I receive reports from the Seekers - And the very few Templars who decided to remain loyal to the Chantry and me. War blazes through the land, and every day finding a peaceful solution to it seems further and further away. The Chantry has always invested in idealism. In ideas. Showing others the way to a peaceful co-existence with others.
Yet, how to turn them back to the right path - The path of peace - followers or not? Skeptics or idealists, loyalists or traitors - I wish nothing but the best to all, and still every passing day, every waking moment, more are lost to war, strife, grief.
I feel the solution to this problem is just out of reach and yet no matter how much I try, I cannot find it - Seize it and yield it against this tide of darkness that washes over our lands.
Is peace a foreign dream to Thedas? I can only hope not.
I apologize for relying on you more and more these passing weeks. You and Cassandra were Maker-sent to aid me in this tortuous journey, but you, my dear Leliana, was at my side from the very beginning.
You've been a blessing and I know you will remain one to the very end. For this, I can only thank you with all my heart.
And hopefully, when the war is past and peace is again upon us, the three of us will rebuild this land together.
At least it's something to look forwards to.
- Dorothea
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: I'm apparently going to be known as The Secretman of Secrecy from now ownards, as the whimsically-picked username has stuck.Contact: I'll apologize, but I'd prefer forum PMs. Otherwise, the e-mail that appears in my profile. I'd like to hold onto the right to share more private contact information with only who I wish to do so with.
Roleplay Experience: I've been roleplaying for six years. I've done pretty much all types of roleplay save for LARP.
Language(s): I speak Spanish, Portuguese and Engish. I do not, however, wish to be given any leniency over my first language not being English (That'd be Portuguese.) I trust in my maestry of the tongue, and would like to undergo proper scrutiny.
How did you find us?: Google combined with nothing to do and replaying Dragon Age: Origins.
Roleplay Sample:
Justinia paced through the Cathedral gingerly. It had been years, now, that she took power. Yet, she could only powerlessly watch as the world's already fragile peace crumbled to dust and slipped through her fingers. She had her supporters, of course - The White Divine would not be so easily forgotten - but the more time went on, the more she felt abandoned, as if she was the last person in all of Thedas who truly yearned for peace.
A sad smile adorned her features when she made her way to the statue of Andraste. "Stone and solitude feel more welcoming than any other sight in the world these days." The elderly woman let herself fall to her knees. Someone of her age would certainly have been wounded by this, perhaps, the abrupt clash of flesh, bone and stone. But she wasn't. Her "colorful" past, as her nay-sayers quaintly put it, gave her a bit more support for her to lean on. She knew how to fall. Yes, she truly knew how to fall.
Perhaps not only in the literal sense, the though fluttered through her mind as it paved way for a more devilish smile adorning her pale-rose lips. She had her share of adventures and yet only now it feels like she was during her greatest one.
She took her time praying to the Maker. Praying to Andraste. Praying for a peaceful way to end the war as she had every day since it began. She prayed for the good of The Warden and of the Champion of Kirkwall and even the apostate known as Anders. She prayed for his soul and safety, be he alive or dead, as she could not truly hold it against a man who was only doing what he felt best.
She stood up after her prayers, her face turning somber as she examined the features of Andraste.
Prayers were good. They calmed the heart and conveyed feelings of well-wishing and emphaty. But no prayer would save this word. No wish nor goodwill alone would do it. Only actions would give Thedas peace.
"And now, indeed, it's time to act." Adamant in her convictions and with a burning passion for peace, the White Divine Justinia V entered the play.
Password: It's Divine how fitting this password is, wouldn't you say?
