Post by Dwayne Holwin on Sept 17, 2012 14:28:30 GMT -5
GENERAL
Full Name: Dwayne Eben Holwin
Race: Human
Age: 41
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual(attracted to the mind/personality, gender-blind)
Birthplace: Val Roeyaux, Orlais
Residence: Home in Val Roeyaux
Affiliation: Gespard(if that is an affiliation.)
Occupation: Spy
Religion: None
COMBAT
Class: Rogue
Character Stats:
Strength: 1
Dexterity: 2
Willpower:
Magic:
Cunning: 3
Spells:
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Gear: A dozen hidden knives spread around in different places: two throwing daggers in each boot, three throwing daggers in each coat sleeve and two slightly larger melee knives tucked away behind his belt.
CHARACTERISTICS
Appearance: Being a short, wiry man, Dwayne has always been a very unimportant-seeming person to look at. He prefers not to be noticed, much rather spending his time in books or studying rather than interacting with people. His features are very forgettable, making him an excellent spy; even with his dark-brownish eyes, thin mouth, and a perfectly moderate-sized nose to top off the set, though, he prefers also to clothe himself in the most ordinary way possible; a clean white shirt tucked under a leathery belt and a long, brown/dark-green coat that contains several good hiding spots for knives. His hair is short and dark with grey streaks around the temples.
Personality: Secretive(Likes Secrets), Somewhat Likes Killing, Master of Self-Control, Sympathetic, Cautious, Likes Reading, Gender-blind
HISTORY
Dwayne's life-story began when he was born in a small fishing village in Orlais, where his loving mother and father dwelled, having only lived two generations in there; a merchant ship from Ferelden, it was, that brought them up here. They had been lucky to board one of those rare merchant ships that left Ferelden.
Dwayne had never been strong, big... or even particularly attractive. True, he looked fine enough, but not a real treat to the eye either. Well, as a baby you couldn't obviously tell how he looked - all babies were either ugly(what males think, except for a few exceptions) or beautiful (what females think, except for a few exceptions). In any case, he lived a quiet, educated childhood: his family moved to Val Chevin(though you may credit this to their rich cousins, who also happened to be low-standing nobles), where he attended the local schools and universities, always so interested on herbs and plants, distant countries such as the Tevinter Imperium, and politics. Politics were a big hit with the boy; on his seventh birthday, his rich cousins brought him a book on the subject, and after finally dragging himself to read it he couldn't let go. He read it through in the first sitting, in fact. In the university, he studied politics and herbs(though it was more of an apprenticeship to the local village Wisdom), a strange combination for sure. He wasn't exactly ordinary, though. For one thing, he was intelligent. It rarely showed, no more than as a crafty, handy intelligence that was hidden beneath a layer of apparent dullness. This made most dismiss him as unimportant, but he did manage to avoid notice from bullies until his coming of age.
Indeed, when he came of age, on his 18th birthday, the fellow stayed in Val Chevin, mixing potions and ointments for the locals under his master, who also owned the shop. He enjoyed it, never taking a care in joining the army or anything like that, but as years passed his interest to politics began to surface again. On his 23th year he stopped mixing ointments, and although he had made a large stock of stored potions and ointments for his master, they ran out rather quickly - before a year of studying politics had passed, he had to take up the kettle again. The demand was high. So after a year or two following this same routine, his master decided that he couldn't keep up with the demand anymore. He decided to hire and train others to do his job for him; seven men and seven women he hired, teaching each of them to mix potions and ointments, and bought each of them their own kettle but told them to fetch the ingredients themselves. Just as he had. Eventually, after another two or three years had passed, he thought them finally ready to continue his trade for him, and he retired into the relative peace of his house. Dwayne, on the other hand, retired only to study more, each day visiting the local university's library to read more and search for new volumes.
A few more years passed - he was 33, now - before something interesting happened in his life. One of the most interesting, perhaps. His reputation as an expert on politics was not widespread, but somehow a few state officials had wriggled that information out of someone. And as it happened, the Empress needed no others than... spies.
Spies. He liked spies a little, actually, but assassins were more his thing. He thought he could be an assassin, if they just offered the chance, but a spy was close to one. If you forgot that you didn't get to kill people, that is.
Yes, Dwayne had a little distorted view of the world.
He accepted the offer graciously, though his first mission was somewhat lesser in grandeur than he had expected.
Maybe that layer of apparent density could sometimes become real denseness, sometimes.
He became caught in a political struggle between two nobles, whom names he could not bear to remember: poisons, daggers, intimidating words and sleek tongues were involved with the case, from which he survived extraordinarily well, considering the circumstances. That is, the more irritating noble... "vanished".
He didn't work directly for the Empress, of course, and her subordinates barely minded if a troublesome noble vanished - in fact, they were so pleased with Dwayne that they brought word to the Empress of his competence. And that's from where his career as a spy began.
Several years passed, rebellions rose and were quenched, until one such rose and broke free, conquering Orlais with it. Dwayne could but wonder where the Empress had gone - dead, he suspected, although you couldn't tell with a woman like her. She was sleeker than a cat, she was. Dwayne was offered to switch sides - after a misfortunate attempt in finding out what had happened to the Empress, and none other - which he accepted in good graces. If the Empress was dead, why linger in the past? Gespard was today. Gespard was future. And he would be in a higher position than ever before as Gespard's personal spy.
BEHIND THE MASK
Player’s Pen Name: Mikael
Contact: See Darin Cathar
Roleplay Experience: See Darin Cathar
Language(s): See Darin Cathar
How did you find us?: See Darin Cathar
Roleplay Sample:
Roleplay Sample:
2nd+ character
Password: Grey Warden
