Post by blakedawsland on Feb 7, 2012 23:18:32 GMT -5
Faceclame: Ryan Gosling
GENERAL
Full Name: Blake Dawsland
Race: Human
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Starkhaven, The Free Marches
Residence: Weisshaupt Fortress, Anderfels
Affiliation: Grey Warden
Occupation: Junior Warden… Duh!
Religion: Andrastian
COMBAT
Class: Rogue
Character Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Willpower: 1
Magic: 0
Cunning: 2
Gear: Simply put on the outside his armor is that of a normal Grey Warden Scout, only with shoulder guard on the left side, lighter plating around the waist, and an underlying layer of 8-in-1 Silveright Chainmail and a standard helmet issued to most warriors who dawn the griffin. He also carries a matching pair Warden short swords and a belt of throwing daggers and grenades. He also will take a lute with him for long journeys and long standing missions in a populated area, you never would suspect a regular street player to be a deadly warrior who could kill you in a heartbeat.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Blake is a relatively handsome man with a strong jaw, dark eyes, and wide smile that could turn the most person into one of his good friends. There is an aura of confidence around him that will easily sway an argument in his favor, and at the same time he won’t be seen without a red scarf around his neck, a gift from a dying grandmother. Aside from his Scout’s gear, he will rarely have the hood up but would instead have a helmet on during combat without a raised Mohawk plate along the top.
Personality: Blake isn’t the most charitable man you’d ever come across, but on the aspect of being polite and kind he is just so. As for his duty to the wardens, he will follow orders but is prone to question orders at times, for both clarity on the mission and to annoy some of the more senior wardens. Blake was known to be a little abrasive back home in Starkhaven as well, but was also prone to pulling a prank or two without people knowing who did it. So in Short, Blake is a Loveable Scoundrel who is always game for a few laughs and drinks when possible, and he is prone to take few things absolutely seriously, even when it’s necessary for it to be serious.
HISTORY
Born in the heart of the Free Marches, Blake was raised with strong family values and to be a notorious prankster when he could. His grandparents were prosperous merchants and information brokers, as well as former bards and mercenaries in the Empire of Orlies who meet by chance and eventually had his father, another bard and mercenary who became a respected member of the Blackstone Irregulars. At age30 he became a proud father himself, though is wife died giving birth to Blake, Bridden Dawsland loved him none the less and tried to get him on the same path of being a bard and merchant that he now walked. However when the blight plagued the land of Ferelden, he was sent south on an old debt to the renowned company of mercenaries. During the battle of Denerim, Bridden’s left leg was destroyed by an Ogre’s claw, but he was saved by the Hero of Ferelden, and though he could no longer fight he attended the coronation ceremony of King Alistair and shortly thereafter left for home in the Free Marches to be with his son.
In that time Blake had already gotten himself into the line of work his father wanted him to avoid, but he accepted his son’s choice without worry and cared for him none the less. Blake had signed on with a small up-and-coming band of sell swords but he was mainly a “Go-for” and scout, which didn’t mind him what so ever. After 6 years of doing this and training in the art of dual-wielding swords he became a master at the fighting talent. After some political strife in the city he finally left with his father shortly after his grandparent’s deaths and the pair traveled west toward the Anderfels. After a long two and a half years on the road they got good at playing the role of roaming Bards and earned a good bit of coin and broke a few hearts along the way. Finally arriving in Weisshaupt, the home base of the Grey Wardens, Bridden told Blake of his plans to help the Wardens in any way he could, and Blake took the opportunity and offered himself to join the order.
Bridden was apprehensive of this choice, but let his son do so with is blessing. Blake survived the Joining and was told of his limited lifespan, but didn’t mind, he knew what war was coming on the horizon and knew that the Order would need his aid in any way it could. Bridden took up shop in the fortress and became a resident and liaison between them and guests and dignitaries from other countries. Now a Junior Warden, Blake awaits his first assignment and now begins to ponder what form of hell is to come, and he is more than ready for it.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Falamee
Contact: wthomas.2012@gmail.com
Roleplay Experience: 7 years with varied experience.
Language(s): American…
How did you find us?: Saw the Link on the DART site.
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
It was just about lunch time in Krikwall, and Danneth had plans to stay home today and read though some books, mostly prior senses records he had copied from the guard archives trying to find any arrivals within the last two years of people that would match Philippe’s profile, it was a small number but it was something to go off of. Danneth had laid out several sketches he maid of the boy form his Sylvie’s descriptions on the marble topped table in front of him, he sat in one of two armchairs in the “Living Room”, the apartment only had two sectioned off rooms, and they were the master suite and the guest room. The Kitchen and dining room were only separated by a peninsula/counter, on which he laid out a loaf of bread, a wheel of cheese with a small knife sticking out the center of it, and a hunk of dried beef to make a simple meal. In his hand was a glass of his preferred red wine, direct import from Starkhaven and he always had at least three bottles in the cupboard. He leafed through the pages trying to find anyone matching the description.
By the open window he had a painting on an easel, Danneth was letting a fresh coat of paint and touchups dry before he prepped it to be hung in a Noble’s foyer. It was a simple painting of a Man and his dog, not a Mabari but certainly just as, if not taller than one, with a lanky frame, long broad ears, and spotted coat it certainly looked like a proud dog and that’s what his owner felt of it. Danneth never quite understood why someone would have a pet like that, but then again they were loyal companions from how everyone tells him. He didn’t like the idea of cooping up an animal like that just for show, but a Mabari choose their masters, so their fate was entirely in their paws. Danneth had a tray full of seeds by his window for birds to feed, he enjoyed the very sight of them, especially if they would hold still long enough for him to sketch them or even better, paint them.
A loud gurgling in his stomach told him it was time to eat, so Danneth stood and walked over to make his meal, filling up his glass and plate with cheese, met, bread, and an apple he cleared off a space on the table and began to enjoy his meal, the meat was a little salty and the cheese bitter, but it was a good meal over all, something he wished he could pass on to others but he remembered ‘Give a man a fish, he is fed for a day. Teach a man to fish, he is fed for life.’, so the only good that giving them food would do is make them more desperate to get food the next day. Maker he wished it wasn’t so… Danneth leaned back and looked over his rather impressive apartment, trophies from game hunts, lost treasures from sites and ruins long forgotten, and his prized paintings decorated the wall. After doing so and sparing another thought toward what would have happened if he stayed home, and quickly closed his eyes with a full stomach and closed his eyes trying to rest. But then he was aroused by a sound at the door, and just to be sure that it wasn’t someone with a grudge, he grabbed one of his daggers from his gear and looked though the peep hole to see who it was visiting his home.
This is the opening post on an RP on DART in case you are wondering.
By the open window he had a painting on an easel, Danneth was letting a fresh coat of paint and touchups dry before he prepped it to be hung in a Noble’s foyer. It was a simple painting of a Man and his dog, not a Mabari but certainly just as, if not taller than one, with a lanky frame, long broad ears, and spotted coat it certainly looked like a proud dog and that’s what his owner felt of it. Danneth never quite understood why someone would have a pet like that, but then again they were loyal companions from how everyone tells him. He didn’t like the idea of cooping up an animal like that just for show, but a Mabari choose their masters, so their fate was entirely in their paws. Danneth had a tray full of seeds by his window for birds to feed, he enjoyed the very sight of them, especially if they would hold still long enough for him to sketch them or even better, paint them.
A loud gurgling in his stomach told him it was time to eat, so Danneth stood and walked over to make his meal, filling up his glass and plate with cheese, met, bread, and an apple he cleared off a space on the table and began to enjoy his meal, the meat was a little salty and the cheese bitter, but it was a good meal over all, something he wished he could pass on to others but he remembered ‘Give a man a fish, he is fed for a day. Teach a man to fish, he is fed for life.’, so the only good that giving them food would do is make them more desperate to get food the next day. Maker he wished it wasn’t so… Danneth leaned back and looked over his rather impressive apartment, trophies from game hunts, lost treasures from sites and ruins long forgotten, and his prized paintings decorated the wall. After doing so and sparing another thought toward what would have happened if he stayed home, and quickly closed his eyes with a full stomach and closed his eyes trying to rest. But then he was aroused by a sound at the door, and just to be sure that it wasn’t someone with a grudge, he grabbed one of his daggers from his gear and looked though the peep hole to see who it was visiting his home.
This is the opening post on an RP on DART in case you are wondering.
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