Post by Queen Anora Theirin on Aug 21, 2012 22:21:06 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Anora Mac Tir
Race: Human
Age: 39
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Birthplace: Gwaren, Ferelden
Residence: The Royal Palace in Denerim
Affiliation: None
Occupation: Queen of Ferelden
Religion: She believes in the Chantry's teachings
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: 2
Dexterity:
Willpower: 2
Magic:
Cunning: 2
Gear: Anora normally does not fight, but when she does she has the best armor and weapons the Ferelden people's tax money can buy.
APPLICATION
Dear Diary
Today they held the Landsmeet Arl Eamon called. In a truly bizarre turn of events I am now engaged to be married to Alistair, one of the last remaining grey wardens in Ferelden. Arl Eamon claims that he is the illegitimate son of King Marric, and the people seem to believe him. Either that, or they believe the other grey warden, who is clearly the leader of the odd group that travels with him. Even I must admit that there is some resemblance between him and Cailan. The warden, a son of Teyrn Coulsand, then proposed a rather odd idea, he wanted Marric's illegitimate son and I to marry! I do have to wonder where he came up with that idea. Perhaps he thought that because the people of Ferelden are used to having me as a ruler, marriage to me would ease Alistair's ascension to the throne? I am uncertain of his reasons, but the proposal kept me on the throne at least.
At any rate, the topic of what would become of my father came up next, and I soon regretted agreeing to the marriage. Before this point, it had appeared that Alistair did not really want to be king. When he realized that he could now order my father's death however, he certainly was not complaining. The man who raised me was executed right in front of me. It was truly a horrifying experience. For all that he had done, I would never have wished that on him, and I will never forgive the grey wardens for his death.
Soon we shall all fight for our lives against the Blight. Humans, elves, and dwarfs alike will have to put their lives on the line if any of us hope to make it through this alive. The Dalish elves have arrived to lend their aid, as have the dwarfs and mages. I am confident that everyone will give this fight all they have, and I will pray it is enough. If I do not write again, then the reader may assume that I am dead. Maker help us all.
Sincerely,
Anora Mac Tir
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Jane
Contact: PM me!
Roleplay Experience: About 7 years.
Language(s): English
How did you find us?: I'm an old member. You know you love me.
Roleplay Sample:
Anora paced back and forth inside the royal apartments. Her husband Alistair was nowhere to be found. Rumors were spreading throughout the castle, and undoubtedly throughout all the kingdom as well, that Alistair was having an affair with the Orlesian Empress Celene. Normally she did not heed rumors like this but this one... this one could be true. While it was true that she held no great love for the man she had married, she still did not approve of him having an affair, especially with the Empress of Orlais. She was not as against Orlais as her father had been, but she wasn't about to let them retake Ferelden without a fight, and certainly not through any affair her fool of a husband got into. Celene was very clever indeed if she meant to use an affair with Alistair to influence how Ferelden was governed.
Anora huffed in annoyance. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that it was true! Even Calian hadn't been so foolish! If her father were here... She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. Her father. No, he would never have accepted such a thing. He would have been outraged at the rumors, and if they were true he may have even challenged Alistair to a duel. She smiled sadly at the thought. Her father wasn't here now though. Her sadness quickly changed to anger as she thought of the ones responsible for her father's death. Those bastards! Alistair hadn't even wanted to be king, oh but he'd take the crown if it meant her father would die! That other Grey Warden, Teyrn Cousland's brother, he had delivered the killing blow! How dare they! How dare they! She was seething inside by the time she finished this train of thought, clutching the folds of her dress in tight fists. She could not deny that the 'Hero of Ferelden' had done a great service for his country, but it could not make her forget the killing of her father. Nothing could make her forget watching his murder.
She sighed softly and tried to calm herself. She could not afford to dwell on such thoughts. She had a country to govern and new issues were arising all the time. It was time to go find her husband and drag him back to the royal palace by his ear if she had to. They had work to do. She shook her head and sighed once more. Why had she agreed to marry him again? Ah yes, to stay on the throne. It was the only reason she would marry him.
Anora huffed in annoyance. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she was that it was true! Even Calian hadn't been so foolish! If her father were here... She sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. Her father. No, he would never have accepted such a thing. He would have been outraged at the rumors, and if they were true he may have even challenged Alistair to a duel. She smiled sadly at the thought. Her father wasn't here now though. Her sadness quickly changed to anger as she thought of the ones responsible for her father's death. Those bastards! Alistair hadn't even wanted to be king, oh but he'd take the crown if it meant her father would die! That other Grey Warden, Teyrn Cousland's brother, he had delivered the killing blow! How dare they! How dare they! She was seething inside by the time she finished this train of thought, clutching the folds of her dress in tight fists. She could not deny that the 'Hero of Ferelden' had done a great service for his country, but it could not make her forget the killing of her father. Nothing could make her forget watching his murder.
She sighed softly and tried to calm herself. She could not afford to dwell on such thoughts. She had a country to govern and new issues were arising all the time. It was time to go find her husband and drag him back to the royal palace by his ear if she had to. They had work to do. She shook her head and sighed once more. Why had she agreed to marry him again? Ah yes, to stay on the throne. It was the only reason she would marry him.
Password: Gray Warden
