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Dec. 4th, 2013 04:18 pm[- OOC Information -]
Name: Manda
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? n/a
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Alistair Theirin
Fandom: Dragon Age
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: The Landsmeet
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swoopingisbad
Character History: here and here.
With Alistair's background, the Warden:
. Sided with the Mages in Broken Circle
. Saved Connor in The Arl of Redcliffe, by allowing Jowan to help by using blood magic to cast the demon possessing Connor into the Fade, much to Alistair's horror.
. Refused Kolgrim's offer to defile the urn in the Urn of Sacred Ashes
. Made Bhelen king and destroyed the Anvil of The Void in A Paragon of her Kind
. Convinced Zathrian to lift the curse on the Elves in Nature of the Beast
Personality:
Alistair is your classic hero, though not without his own limitations.
Being a Grey Warden is a huge deal for him. He is extremely proud to be one. Alistair never felt like he belonged anywhere until he joined the Wardens. He mentions often that the Wardens were family to him, and the closest he had ever gotten to family. He never had one growing up. "Family," in a sense, always seemed to elude him. His father didn't acknowledge him because he was a bastard, and his blood-related sister only saw him as an excuse for money. He clung to the Wardens, and the concept of the Warden. They banded together, much like a family would. They fought side by side, blood for blood. Because of the family issue, he isn't a big fan of his heritage. Sure, he was the king's son and all, but that didn't do him any good. If anything, it made things worse for him.
He was taught how to be a gentleman by the Chantry, so his behavior and demeanor towards others is rather polite and kind. He was trained to be a Templar, and a Templar fights for what is right in his eyes, and approves of others who do the right thing. He can't be a gentleman all the time, though. He's the most childish our of their little group of travelers. He's often described as a puppy, getting excited like they do, or even as ignorant as one. He's fond of pouting, even going as far as grumbling and even whining like a child does. He's not fond of responsibility, either. He's against the idea of leading or being asked to make decisions. He's content to follow. He will lead, if necessary, but it's not on his priority list, even if he is in line to be the next King of Ferelden. At least he's gotten to the point where he can stand up for himself and make his own decisions.
Alistair wears his emotions on his sleeve. He's a man who cries manly tears that only men could cry. He's not beyond admitting his weaknesses. He'll be the first person to tell you that he's not the brightest of the bunch, or that he has problems talking to ladies. Or even that he was a virgin. He encourages people to tell him of his faults. It makes him a better person. He doesn't want to be perfect. He does, however, frown upon people who act tough and don't admit their fears. He's very protective, and as loyal as they come. He's willing to die for his loved ones, and often laments the fact that he wasn't there for Duncan, his mentor, when Duncan died in the Battle of Ostagar.
If anything, he is a big talker. In fact, it's a forte of his. Don't worry, he'll talk your ear off, too. He lacks a filter when speaking and often speaks what is on his mind before thinking it through. This leads to him stating the obvious quite often, asking stupid questions, making random comments and remarks, or even socializing with people when they don't want to talk back. He's very stubborn at this, by the way. He'll try to get the truth out of someone even if he keeps having to ask over and over again. He's often the instigator of conversations with other people, whether it's getting to know them or random questions that are completely off topic. There are certain things he does not talk about, and he'll quickly change the subject on those. In conversations that he feels awkward about, he will either try to avoid the subject completely or try to jokingly change the subject. Especially when it comes to sex. He will turn away and blush profusely at it. He was raised a very modest man, and he likes to keep these things private. If he comes close to someone, he will express himself freely and without abandon. He's very serious about love.
His natural demeanor is a bit on the sarcastic side. He doesn't mind making fun of a situation or himself. It's his natural coping mechanism, or even his way of lightening up the mood in the worst of times. While he doesn't mind mocking himself, he doesn't like it when others do it. He's well aware that people think less of him, but there's no need to point it out in a bad way. He's also not fond of being called adorable. During harsh times, he's the one you want to have at your side. He knows when to keep things light, or when to face the task at hand.
Powers/Abilities: Alistair is a warrior class, with the specialization of Templar. His main abilities as a Templar is to dispel and resist magic. As a warrior, he primarily uses swords and shields.
He is also a Grey Warden. In order to become one, he endured a ritual called the Joining, which involves drinking a mixture of darkspawn blood, lyrium, and a drop of blood from an Archdemon. Few survive the Joining, but those who do, become a Warden. They are connected to the darkspawn, tainted by the blood.
The ritual grants several abilities: it links a Warden to the Darkspawn hive mind, which allows them to detect the presence of the darkspawn and they become immune to further corruption from the Blight. They also suffer from bad nightmares, are always hungry, and have shorter lifespans. Most Wardens only live ten to thirty years at most after their Joining before the Taint consumes them. Eventually, they will come to what the Wardens call The Calling, when older Wardens start receiving nightmares from the Old Gods, like the darkspawn do. It ends with a Warden celebrating before heading to the Deep Roads to battle as many darkspawn as possible before being overwhelmed and killed.
Possessions: His splintmail armor [which include boots, gloves, and the breastplate]; a shield that once belonged to his mentor, Duncan; a Runic Worry Token; A vial of darkspawn blood he received when he first joined the Grey Wardens; and a longsword.
Arrival: Ship
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
audio;
Oh Maker's Breath-
[Alistair pauses. His voice sounds like it's a bit far away; he's holding this new alien device far ahead of him, trying to figure out exactly what it is, nevermind the fact he already knows how to work it.]
Not Ferelden. Definitely not Ferelden. One would think they'd remember coming to a foreign place, just a night before a big event that could determine the fate of the world, but no, I've got no bloody remembrance of anything. Dwarven ale is great, Oghren said. Put hair on your chest, he said. Not wake up in a weird place and nearly nude. Horrible pranks, really. This must be some witchy plot. Swooping everywhere, I know it.
Log Sample:
The crackling fire was the only sound that night, especially that late. The moon was high in the sky, full and bright. Leliana slept a few feet away. Sten the Qunari was off further back, with Wynne further. The dwarf, Oghren was off near the treeline near the merchant that traveled with them, and lastly, Morrigan was off in her small encampment to the side.
It gave them time to be alone.
Alistair looked peaceful, as peaceful as one could during a Blight. He was happy, happier than he had been in a while. He was by himself, over to the side on his bedroll, curled up against his companion. His company... he couldn't ask for better. "We belong together, you and I. I... I couldn't ask for better."
They embraced, Alistair clinging tightly. He was reunited with his one true love, one that would not leave him in times of need, one that would be there for him always. SOmeone that he could come back to after the Blight, that he wouldn't have to worry about dying. "You're perfect. So beautiful..."
A rather loud noise came from a few feet away. Alistair looked over sharply at the Warden clearing his throat. "You're not going to make love to the wheel of cheese, are you?"
"Our love is pure!"
The Warden frowned. "Go to sleep, Alistair. Without the cheese."
Name: Manda
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? n/a
[- Character Information -]
Character Name: Alistair Theirin
Fandom: Dragon Age
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: The Landsmeet
Journal:
swoopingisbadCharacter History: here and here.
With Alistair's background, the Warden:
. Sided with the Mages in Broken Circle
. Saved Connor in The Arl of Redcliffe, by allowing Jowan to help by using blood magic to cast the demon possessing Connor into the Fade, much to Alistair's horror.
. Refused Kolgrim's offer to defile the urn in the Urn of Sacred Ashes
. Made Bhelen king and destroyed the Anvil of The Void in A Paragon of her Kind
. Convinced Zathrian to lift the curse on the Elves in Nature of the Beast
Personality:
Alistair is your classic hero, though not without his own limitations.
Being a Grey Warden is a huge deal for him. He is extremely proud to be one. Alistair never felt like he belonged anywhere until he joined the Wardens. He mentions often that the Wardens were family to him, and the closest he had ever gotten to family. He never had one growing up. "Family," in a sense, always seemed to elude him. His father didn't acknowledge him because he was a bastard, and his blood-related sister only saw him as an excuse for money. He clung to the Wardens, and the concept of the Warden. They banded together, much like a family would. They fought side by side, blood for blood. Because of the family issue, he isn't a big fan of his heritage. Sure, he was the king's son and all, but that didn't do him any good. If anything, it made things worse for him.
He was taught how to be a gentleman by the Chantry, so his behavior and demeanor towards others is rather polite and kind. He was trained to be a Templar, and a Templar fights for what is right in his eyes, and approves of others who do the right thing. He can't be a gentleman all the time, though. He's the most childish our of their little group of travelers. He's often described as a puppy, getting excited like they do, or even as ignorant as one. He's fond of pouting, even going as far as grumbling and even whining like a child does. He's not fond of responsibility, either. He's against the idea of leading or being asked to make decisions. He's content to follow. He will lead, if necessary, but it's not on his priority list, even if he is in line to be the next King of Ferelden. At least he's gotten to the point where he can stand up for himself and make his own decisions.
Alistair wears his emotions on his sleeve. He's a man who cries manly tears that only men could cry. He's not beyond admitting his weaknesses. He'll be the first person to tell you that he's not the brightest of the bunch, or that he has problems talking to ladies. Or even that he was a virgin. He encourages people to tell him of his faults. It makes him a better person. He doesn't want to be perfect. He does, however, frown upon people who act tough and don't admit their fears. He's very protective, and as loyal as they come. He's willing to die for his loved ones, and often laments the fact that he wasn't there for Duncan, his mentor, when Duncan died in the Battle of Ostagar.
If anything, he is a big talker. In fact, it's a forte of his. Don't worry, he'll talk your ear off, too. He lacks a filter when speaking and often speaks what is on his mind before thinking it through. This leads to him stating the obvious quite often, asking stupid questions, making random comments and remarks, or even socializing with people when they don't want to talk back. He's very stubborn at this, by the way. He'll try to get the truth out of someone even if he keeps having to ask over and over again. He's often the instigator of conversations with other people, whether it's getting to know them or random questions that are completely off topic. There are certain things he does not talk about, and he'll quickly change the subject on those. In conversations that he feels awkward about, he will either try to avoid the subject completely or try to jokingly change the subject. Especially when it comes to sex. He will turn away and blush profusely at it. He was raised a very modest man, and he likes to keep these things private. If he comes close to someone, he will express himself freely and without abandon. He's very serious about love.
His natural demeanor is a bit on the sarcastic side. He doesn't mind making fun of a situation or himself. It's his natural coping mechanism, or even his way of lightening up the mood in the worst of times. While he doesn't mind mocking himself, he doesn't like it when others do it. He's well aware that people think less of him, but there's no need to point it out in a bad way. He's also not fond of being called adorable. During harsh times, he's the one you want to have at your side. He knows when to keep things light, or when to face the task at hand.
Powers/Abilities: Alistair is a warrior class, with the specialization of Templar. His main abilities as a Templar is to dispel and resist magic. As a warrior, he primarily uses swords and shields.
He is also a Grey Warden. In order to become one, he endured a ritual called the Joining, which involves drinking a mixture of darkspawn blood, lyrium, and a drop of blood from an Archdemon. Few survive the Joining, but those who do, become a Warden. They are connected to the darkspawn, tainted by the blood.
The ritual grants several abilities: it links a Warden to the Darkspawn hive mind, which allows them to detect the presence of the darkspawn and they become immune to further corruption from the Blight. They also suffer from bad nightmares, are always hungry, and have shorter lifespans. Most Wardens only live ten to thirty years at most after their Joining before the Taint consumes them. Eventually, they will come to what the Wardens call The Calling, when older Wardens start receiving nightmares from the Old Gods, like the darkspawn do. It ends with a Warden celebrating before heading to the Deep Roads to battle as many darkspawn as possible before being overwhelmed and killed.
Possessions: His splintmail armor [which include boots, gloves, and the breastplate]; a shield that once belonged to his mentor, Duncan; a Runic Worry Token; A vial of darkspawn blood he received when he first joined the Grey Wardens; and a longsword.
Arrival: Ship
[- Writing Samples -]
Network Sample:
audio;
Oh Maker's Breath-
[Alistair pauses. His voice sounds like it's a bit far away; he's holding this new alien device far ahead of him, trying to figure out exactly what it is, nevermind the fact he already knows how to work it.]
Not Ferelden. Definitely not Ferelden. One would think they'd remember coming to a foreign place, just a night before a big event that could determine the fate of the world, but no, I've got no bloody remembrance of anything. Dwarven ale is great, Oghren said. Put hair on your chest, he said. Not wake up in a weird place and nearly nude. Horrible pranks, really. This must be some witchy plot. Swooping everywhere, I know it.
Log Sample:
The crackling fire was the only sound that night, especially that late. The moon was high in the sky, full and bright. Leliana slept a few feet away. Sten the Qunari was off further back, with Wynne further. The dwarf, Oghren was off near the treeline near the merchant that traveled with them, and lastly, Morrigan was off in her small encampment to the side.
It gave them time to be alone.
Alistair looked peaceful, as peaceful as one could during a Blight. He was happy, happier than he had been in a while. He was by himself, over to the side on his bedroll, curled up against his companion. His company... he couldn't ask for better. "We belong together, you and I. I... I couldn't ask for better."
They embraced, Alistair clinging tightly. He was reunited with his one true love, one that would not leave him in times of need, one that would be there for him always. SOmeone that he could come back to after the Blight, that he wouldn't have to worry about dying. "You're perfect. So beautiful..."
A rather loud noise came from a few feet away. Alistair looked over sharply at the Warden clearing his throat. "You're not going to make love to the wheel of cheese, are you?"
"Our love is pure!"
The Warden frowned. "Go to sleep, Alistair. Without the cheese."
