: Eluv’yan FederanFormer Titles
: While she did many things worthy of earning a title, she never was given one.Sex
: Previously she was a member of a rogue society in Denerim, where she specialized in lock and traps, as well as being a support for larger endeavors. She also had a little experience in running an organization thanks to her father. As far as talents go, she is a talent of the tongue and fingers, her charisma getting her into and out of many situations, as well as her nimble fingers. As well as her rogue talents, she holds a natural connection to the fade, one which she has had to hide from most others for a long time, she is able to conjure elemental spells, but beyond that she has had no training for.Personality
: Eluv’yan is not what you’d expect typically from a rogue. She’s not devious, and not sneaky. She enjoys conversation and has an agile tongue. While she is privy to being weirdly witty at times, she often is seen as a rather kind girl. However years of work within a group of thieves had hardened her to some of the harder aspects of life. In attempts to reconcile with her past, she has focused on being a person many who could look up to and count on. She keeps to her word and usually does anything asked of her in a swiftly manner. While she’s not afraid to skirt the lines of ethics and values, she generally will choose an outcome that will help the better part of a population or a person in choice. She has tendencies to sit alone, in a dark corner, just evaluating people or thinking about her life up until that point. She finds a point to inflection and does it very often.History
: Eluv’yan Federan was born straight into a lower class family, who’s reputation was larger than their income. She was born to the head of a local group of thieves, who typically did not have a name, but were fondly called the River Rats by the workers at the docks along the Draken River in Denerim. At the time, the group was small and in its prime. The group’s main focus was smuggling of cargo and pawning of stolen goods. As time went on, in Eluv’yan’s early childhood, her father took the group into a newer direction. They up scaled form simple smuggling into burglary, pick-pocketing, and a successful business front of selling traps to people who needed them in the area.
Around the age of eight, Eluv’yan’s connection to the fade was discovered. Rather than turn her into the Chantry and Templars, her father, Ricker, kept her close and her secret under lock and key. He put forth her training in the group, under his second in command Lucius, to be taught how to defend herself if her secret was ever discovered. A small time apostate was hired under confidentiality, being paid a wealthy sum and given free room and board, to teach Eluv’yan to harness her power.
As time went on, Eluv’yan was able to master elemental control of her connection to the fade, as well as techniques to keep herself from being possessed by a demon or ever having to make contact with them. Unfortunately, at the age of fifteen, Eluv’yan had the unfortunate luck of being accused of mage abilities, stating that she had been seen practicing it in an alley. Due to her love of her student, Eluv’yan’s apostate tutor took the fall for her, and actively surrendered to the Templars of Denerim stating that it was her in the alley and not Eluv’yan. It is because of this that Eluv’yan did not further her talents with the Fade, her father deemed it too risky and instead decided to further develop her skills as a thief.
At nineteen, Eluv’yan helped the River Rats gain further fame within Denerim, and went as far as to help broker a deal with the local thieves’ guild. The River Rats had up until then had been taking clients away from the Thieves’ Guild in a small amount, but any loss of clients was not tolerated by the Guild. So, while they remained their own separate group, they instead received clientele and jobs through the Thieves’ Guild. Ricker had recognized Eluv’yan’s talent from early on in her life, and not just her mage skills. Her tongue was witty and charming, and her personality got her farther than most could on personality alone. After years of honing her into a tool, unbeknownst to her, he had set up a ploy to seize control of a larger group of thieves and absorb them into his own ranks through use of his daughter’s untapped powers under Eluv’yan having the assumption she was only there to provide back up support.
Of course, in typical fashion, no one saw a mage coming. Let alone, a mage with a quippy tongue and a knack for laying inconvenient traps. Eluv’yan had unknowingly usurped a small clan of thieves on her father’s orders. When her father arrived, the thieves had already been led to believe that they were only there for property that rightfully belonged to the River Rats, and Ricker proved them wrong. After watching her father unmercifully killing half the group of thieves, she began to question her father’s motives.
After questioning her father later about the incident, he kindly reminded her that she could have grown up under the eyes of “evil” Templars and could have been locked in a tower her whole life. Instead he had taken pity on her, simply because she was the daughter of a bar maid and was his only child. It was only once that Eluv’yan needed to question her father’s motives to realize what had been going on her entire life. She had only been a tool, a hidden card up the sleeve of a man who only wanted power.
After months of planning, and several other forced plays where Eluv’yan helped to pick off small up and coming groups of bandits, she had finalized her plan. Previously, before she was able to sway her father into possibly changing his ways, the Thieves’ guild of Denerim labeled the River Rats as a plague that had needed to be cleansed. With the help of the Thieves’ Guild and some rather well trained assassins, Eluv’yan was able to catch her father off guard. On specific terms with the Guild, she had decided the only one who could take him out would be her, with a quick stab into the heart (with a lyrium infused/enchanted dagger her father gave her no less) she ended his life.
It took a couple of months to dispose of the unruly crowd and people who had supported her father wholeheartedly. After wards, with the help of Lucius (who had thought her father’s ways were always too demanding and controversial), she brought the now smaller group of thieves back into good terms with the Guild in Denerim.
After a year and a half of rule over the group, she handed the power to Lucius, and left the group to be a rogue agent throughout Denerim. In attempt to rid herself of her more evil past memories, she took only jobs that helped the better half of the population. Whether it was retrieving stolen sentimental items, or simply stealing food to hand out to the beggars on the streets. It was never enough to rid the disquieting memories, and so at twenty four years of age she was still looking for something to rid her mind of old haunts or at least preoccupy her mind.
Until a few months ago, when the Blight had reared its deadly hand again, Eluv’yan had spent her time wandering and helping people. She had gotten caught up in a tiff with a bystander (a rather rich one) over whether or not she stole his coin purse. In an act of pure charisma and a slight of hand, Eluv’yan was able to distract the person and add a weighted coin purse (full of caltrops) to his belt. She had convinced him she had not taken it, but had apologized for bumping into him anyways.
Unbeknownst to her she was being watched at the time by a Grey Warden, who was more intrigued by her tongue than by her hands. As the day went on, she was sloppy in watching her tail. The warden witnessed most of her acts of kindness, in handing gold to the beggars on the street and stealing food for others as well. When she finally was caught in the act by several officials, the Warden came to her rescue and stood up for her. At her trial, the Warden invoked the Right of Conscription, testifying that a kind person should not rot in jail for the things they do to help others.
After a successful and frightening Joining, Eluv’yan took to learning the Grey Warden ways and their beliefs. She found herself in a perfect fit, able to help others without having to use devious ways. She took to helping farmers pushed out of their lands by hordes of Darkspawn, and supplied numerous traps for hunters and farmers who still had yet to leave their homes.
As of this time, no one is aware of Eluv’yan’s connection to the fade.Armor
: Typically Eluv’yan favors lighter armors so that she is never hindered when she is using her magic. If she is expected to be up closer in battle, she will don a light leather armor set tailored to fit her body snugly. Otherwise, she typically wears a heavier cloth outfit akin to what a ranger would wear in a much shorter style
. Around her waist is a tool belt, with a scabbard for her dagger, as well as several pouches for storing items and trap materials. She will never wear boots with a definitive solid sole, as soles click against the ground.Weapon
: A single lyrium infused/enchanted dagger given to her from Ricker, her father. It is dull from years of use.Mount
: NoneOther Equipment
: Eluv’yan makes sure to always have lure wire, a set of lock picks, a file, a bag of caltrops and a few trap triggers on her.Appearance
: Eluv’yan stands tall for a woman at 5’7”, she is fit in her figure and does not have much for hips. She is a dark brunette with her hair appearing black in the night and shade. Her eyes are a popping green, often brightening up when she is happy or relaxed, and dimming/darkening when she is angry (as all people’s eyes do). She has a softer touch to her skin but her hands are callused and scars litter her body. Her skin is an olive tone, but somewhat pale due to her night time activities.Notable Traits
: Although she carries no tattoos, Eluv’yan is covered in scars from her exploits as a thief. Whether they have a story behind them is something to ask her. It could have been anything from a failed attempt at disarming a trap to a slip of a knife in a fight.Casual Clothing
: Typically on a casual day she’ll run around in a loose fitting cotton tunic (designed for men) and a pair of pants, and a pair of slip on shoes.Misc. Notes
: I would like to mention, I set this up for potentially allowing Eluv’yan to grow as a character, or come further into her mage talents, no longer needing her rogue ones. Also after much debate, I decided against a character generated within the character creator for DA:O. I couldn’t get anything to NOT look like me. :/Writing Prompt
Eluv’yan shifted her belt with her hands, the caltrops in a belt pouch jingling softly. Her mind was tired. It was a long journey from Denerim to Ostagar. A type of journey she often didn’t make. She was very much a local girl in that aspect, never straying too far from familiar haunts. At least a mount kept her from tiring her legs out too much. She hadn’t done much horse riding in her life, only as a treat when she was a child. She only pet one every now and then in the streets when they’d rarely come by pulling carts. She stroked at the horses neck, smiling faintly and then resumed sitting up straight. It was then she realized the soft and weak pain in her lower back. Elub’yan rubbed at it and looked at their surroundings.
Things were quiet, more so than Denerim ever could be. Even in the night, loud gregarious banter could be heard leaking from the taverns. People were always shuffling by in the night, and even some businesses other than the taverns stayed open late. The open road had brought a calming atmosphere along with an unending disquiet that nerved her. She wasn’t sure whether she should relax or to consistently keep her guard up. Although, when she looked to Duncan, if her could find a balance between the two, then so could she. Her shoulders relaxed a little, but it was evident that Eluv’yan was still examining her surroundings.
She hadn’t heard Duncan’s voice for quite some time, the last time being back in Denerim, where they had been introduced by her savior Warden. The act of him speaking had caught her off guard, and shattered the silence of the world around her. It was almost too loud, having her ears adjusted to the natural sounds of nature, but they adjusted quickly. Looking straight on ahead, she listened, curious but considerate to let him speak what was on his mind at the time. A fingerless gloved hand pulled her hood down as she listened, the plain’s wind softly kissing her cheeks. Green eyes narrowed as he mentioned the fighting in Ostagar, the Darkspawn, and the potential of stopping them.
Shifting in her saddle, Eluv’yan took a few minutes to think over her response. She knew what she wanted to say, but she wanted to word it correctly. Her lips parted and she took a deep breath in before replying. “If they shall attack tonight, it will be met with great and powerful force. For years our Order has taken it upon themselves to protect the world and the innocence of life from the hordes of evil that are the Darkspawn,”
she paused and adjusted her hood around her neck with a single hand. “King Cailan, I believe, knows this. I believe he knows we are willing to do anything to stop the Darkspawn for good. Although from what I hear he can be rather tenacious, but I think with proper influence he’d help us to succeed in battle.”
She paused again, as the horse stopped to shake its mane. “All in all, I believe that anything is possible, especially when you have the means and will to foresee it happening. Whether it means the end of life as you know it, you will always have the will to continue fighting the Darkspawn. At least, I shall. So no matter what happens there, if we choose to end it once and for all, I shall give it my all. For when all hope is lost, there is a glimmer of light. Even if I am mortally wounded in battle tonight, I will continue fighting to give my brethren hope.”
She paused and looked to Duncan for the first time since they left Denerim.“Hope shall be our winning play, we will not lose,”
While she hadn’t answered his question directly, she could hear the doubt in his voice. She knew that it would take tactical advantage to utterly destroy the Darkspawn once and for all, but she also knew something else was needed. Hope was an underlying factory in any victory, if troops were not inspired, they would not give it their all.
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