Name: Justin Age: 29 Contact Info: Did you read the rules? Nope! But I have a Few EXtra ideas if you want to hear them. Do you want this character to become a GW? …No (what are you gonna do now?!) PB: Eric Bana Examples: A few Conlan scenes
Name: Conlan Delaine Age: 29 Location: Vigils Keep, Amaranthine Race: Human Class: Warrior Specialization: Talents/Spells: weapon and shield, battlemaster.
Some would call the Conlan’s appearance simple, humble or rustic. He’d call it poor. His curly hair is fairly long, and he hasn’t been clean shaven in a long time. More to cover scars and protect against the cold then out of any style concerns. He has the build of a man who’s spent his life engaged in physical labor, and never had the opportunity to eat indulgent foods. He does however keep himself and his things clean, except those nights when he comes home smelling like a brewery. He carries himself as if he always has a weight on his shoulders. It’s usually hard to notice given his cynicism, and flippant attitude are far more obvious.
The nicest clothing he owns is the blue, silver, and white Grey Warden armor issued to him after his joining. The rest of his clothing is older, simple, repaired over time. He still has his old, dented armor from his mercenary days, and still carries his old sword, a bastard sword with a slightly shorter blade, worn at the hip. Even more prized then his armor or sword is his "Champion's shield" a finely crafted and polished shield of dwarven make, given as payment for an escort job. The shield has the mark of the smith Janar on it. He's also taken to wearing a chain, that has the necklace his mother wore when she died wrapped around it and his former wedding ring which has yet to bring himself to dispose of. Conlan hasn't realized that the ring is "The Wicked Oath" however, and is unaware of it's dark history.
Conlan counts himself as a man who has given up… for the most part. On the surface the first noticeable thing about Con is his sarcasm. It seems to be his default mode, and every thing that happens around him is met with a flippant reply that isn't even slightly serious. He uses his humor to deflect attention form himself, to cover an emotional scars he's holding onto from his past, or just to cope with any new problems that pop up. In fact getting Conlan to speak seriously for any length of time is either an amazing feat, or a sign that something is horribly wrong.
Another rare occurrence is his smile. For all of his humor, Conlan rarely shows signs of being happy, this may partially be because deep down inside he's is at war with himself. He still wants to believe in the ideals he learned from his father, but he also thinks that living by those ideals will doom him. He is almost always trying to convince himself that it's okay to turn his back on the dreams he and his father shared, with little success. Part of that internal conflict manifests itself as a distaste for stories. Conlan is convinced that being inspired by stories, and following one's dreams is what killed his father, and led him to ruin. He will always turn down an invitation to listen to an inspiring tale, and emphatically discourage including him in any stories. He will also express disdain for someone admiring him or anyone else for that matter when they haven't done anything to earn it yet. He would hate to think that anything he did would be misinterpreted as heroic, and thus inspire any other would be dashing heroes. At least that's what he tells himself.
Between that, and the tragedies of his past, he'll go out of his way to avoid talking about his history, even outright lying. This is less because he feels like being mysterious, and more because he doesn't want to think about it. He tries to focus on the here and now.
Conlan believes in the Maker completely, being a child who grew up in the chantry, whoever his worship has turned to outright blasphemy over the years. It's not because he doesn't think the Maker can make his life worse, he just believes that the Maker is going to do it either way and Con might as well have fun as they go.
That doesn't mean he's all doom and gloom, ranting constantly about terrible hardships endured. He's not Anders after all. Conlan is fiercely loyal to his friends and allies. Despite his lack of outward hostility, Conlan doesn't trust easily, those he does trust he will risk life and limb to protect, and he won't care what rules he has to disregard to help them out. At the end of the day for all Conlan's claims of misanthropy, he still does care, and can't let that go. If pushed, he will always stand by whats right, or at least what he believes to be right. Usually he will fight for freedom, compassion, and equality for people who aren't dangerous. He's also a bit of a bleeding heart underneath it all. He would rather see someone alive and able to fix their mistakes than dead, and has never seen glory in killing. That doesn't mean he won't kill though.
Conlan isn’t without his prejudices. Having received most of his education from the chantry means that he believes mages should be in the Circle, and fears what an apostate could become, and any who practice blood magic and truck with demons are regarded with more than suspicion. It's not that he thinks all mages are evil, but he's pretty sure that if they had no restrictions, mages would take over Thedas in a heartbeat, possibly a literal heartbeat depending on how much blood magic was being tossed about. Though as with other vaguely heroic things he claims he would never do, if Conlan were to see innocent mages being abused without reason he'd step in and put a stop to it, regardless of who it might get him in trouble with. Experiences in life have left him with a very low opinion of nobles, having once declared them to be the most ironically named group in Thedas, and he’s yet to see anything to suggest that all Antivans aren’t out to kill you.
Elves on the other hand, Conlan is very fond of. He feels a certain kinship with a group who’d suffered over and over the way they had. Not that he would ever suggest aloud that his struggles have been comparable. Years on the road have made his priorities seem rather odd. When you don’t know which side is likely to hire you next, you tend to not hold grudges, on top of that, the road was always a dangerous place, rather then live a life of suspicion, Conlan simply accepted the possibility that he may die any minute. In general he rarely trusts, and if he doesn’t trust some one, rather then become hostile, he simply lets them be. If they try to kill him he’ll try to defend himself, and if they kill him, then the situation will no longer be a problem.
Looking back At a Time Best Forgotten….
Conlan Delaine was born in the year 9:15 Dragon, on the first day of Matrinalis. His father, Angus Delaine had been a soldier in Highever, his mother Cynthia was a maid to Teyrna Cousland. Angus was a devout man, whose unshakable faith in the Maker, and love of life was almost infectious. He was always ready with a story of rousing adventure, and believed the best of people. Since he was young he'd held onto the singular dream of becoming a knight in the service of the king. Cynthia was different. She was loving, responsible, and strong. She was fully willing to go along with her husbands dream, though she was supportive, not submissive, a lesson a number of people learned from interactions with her over the years. When Conlan was old enough, the family moved to Denerim. Angus joined the city guard, his dedication to duty, and easy charisma allowed him to rise through the ranks quickly. As he worked toward his dream, he decided he would make young Conlan his "squire" and train him in things like how to fight, the manners of a knight and so forth. Angus also crafted a moral code he believed all knights should live by, and drilled it into Conlan's head daily, testing him on it before he allowed his son to be free from his days studies. Angus also made sure that Con didn't neglect his faith, and took the boy to the chantry each week, where Conlan made friends with the local children in Denerim, and did his best to escape from his lessons to run around pretending to be the noble hero he wanted to be, following in his fathers footsteps. These flights of fancy involved slaying imaginary dragons, rescuing the down trodden (even elves) from bullies (where his fathers combat training proved rather helpful) and fighting to save his friends from their dreaded arithmetic.
Conlan's fifteenth year was the year his life began to change, It was the year he lost the idealistic life he had grown up with. Word had spread that the Blight had come to Ferelden. The King planned to mass an army in the south at the ruins of Ostagar to push back the tide of evil. Just about every army of note would be there, knights, templars, even members of the circle of magi, and of course the fabled Grey Wardens. Angus joined the army as fast as he could, and brought his son along to tend to his belongings. The first battle ended in victory, and the defenders of Ferelden spent the entire first day celebrating. Even Conlan stayed awake for much of it. This was when Angus met King Cailan, and the King thought very highly of him, Angus being a soldier who still fought for their country, glory, and honor. Cailan decided that Angus would join several other men who had proved themselves. As soon as this battle was ended, and the darkspawn driven back, upon return to Denerim Angus along with the others would be knighted with full honors.
Of course, the darkspawn were not driven back. Angus had been assigned to stand with Loghain's men. He was there when they retreated from the battle. He, along with Conlan and the rest of the army collected their things, and left Ostagar, before the King's body was even cold.
Upon returning to Denerim, Angus waited patiently for an audience with Loghain. He was a man of loyalty and principle, he would never question his commander on the battlefield, nor would he speak out against the representative of the crown he'd sworn to serve, but honor demanded he say something. Eventually his chance arrived, when Loghain announced that he would honor Cailan's promise of knighthood for a select group of soldiers who had survived Ostagar, the army needed rebuilt after all. Before the knigthing could begin, Angus asked to speak, and was given the opportunity. Angus told Loghain that he respected him, that it was an honor to be under his command, and that he trusted the Teyrn's judgment. But honor demanded that he speak up, and say that he believed leaving Ostagar was wrong. That the Teyrn, and the army all owed their loyalty to the King, and they should have defended him, even if the battle seemed hopeless.
Loghain thanked him for his council, and said it would be noted. The next day, Angus Delaine was arrested for treason, under the orders of Teyrn Rendon Howe.
Angus was never seen again.
When Childhood Ended...
Conlan and his mother tried to get by after Angus' death. Cynthia refused to give in to grief. She sold numerous services from cooking to cleaning, to renting out a room in Denerim for refugees. Conlan stopped going to the chantry for lessons, and instead took whatever odd jobs were offered. Mostly it was just running messages. In fact this did result in him having a face to face run in with the Grey Warden responsible for ending the last Blight. Though the meeting lasted only long enough for Conlan to deliver his message and leave. It was a hard life, made harder by the day, but the remains of the Delaine family got by.
Until the darkspawn came to Denerim. As the horde descended on the city, the guard and others tried to get as many people to safety as possible. It didn't feel right to Conlan to simply run. With his fathers "code" still on his mind, he snuck away from the refugee line, and ran off, believing he could get through the city faster. He headed toward his house intending to get to his mother, but also planning to help as many people along the way as he could. He did in fact make good on that plan, helping at least two families find ways around the burning wreckage that was left of the city. Eventually though the heat and exhaustion was too much for him, and Conlan passed out. He would have died, but his life was saved by Ordhan Wyland, who pulled him to safety and then went back to try and rescue Cynthia Delaine. By the time Ordhan reached her though, Cynthia had died of smoke inhalation. Conlan was left alone.
After the Blight ended, the people celebrated, they began to rebuild. Unfortunately, very few people cared much about a Vagrant like Conlan. He tried to send letters to Ordhan, now Ser Ordhan, to say think you and let the older man know he had survived, but Conlan's limited skill with reading and writing meant he was never quite sure if Ordhan got them, or even understood them. For two years he begged on the streets, stole, slept in houses under construction, and dark corners. Eventually he found himself living out of the shanty town outside of Amaranthine. He did what he could to get by, but he never forgot his fathers code. It got him into trouble more then once, but it also lead to him becoming the unofficial defender of a group of refugees, keeping them safe, and collecting food and supplies for them. When Conlan was accused of trying to horde food by another refugee, a scuffle broke out. A harsh fight, in the end Conlan was bruised, but the accuser had been accidentally killed. It was the first time Conlan took a life. Horrified, he knew his father would have demanded he turned himself in, which is what he did. The guard told him it wasn't the first time such a thing happened, and he would have only cared if he'd needed to break up the fight to keep the peace. When Conlan pushed for some form of reprimand, the guard told him it was "One less mouth to feed." And said he'd look the other way if Conlan wanted to loot the body before it was burned.
It was the last draw, Conlan refused to live the life of a desperate refugee, and decided to make his way back to Denerim and make something of himself.
When you live by the sword...
Back in the city, Conlan had a marked increase in contact with Ser Ordhan, who was now effectively the only family he had, even if it wasn't by blood. At age 17, Conlan had joined the Denerim guard, intending to follow his fathers dream (and Ordhan's footsteps). He was given further combat training, which he took to quite well given his background. He opted to learn how to use a sword and shield, just as his mentors had. He even got to stay in the barracks at Fort Draken. For the first time in a long time, Conlan's life wasn't terrible.
So naturally, that didn't last long.
During the food riots that broke out in the Elven Alienage, Conlan was sent in along with the rest of the guards to keep the peace. There, one of the guards in his unit, Marcus, mentioned an Elf who lived in the Alienage who had a reputation for being something of warrior. The guard suggested that they go and make sure this Elf didn't cause any trouble. Four guards went, including Conlan. They burst into his home. The Elf insisted that he was doing nothing wrong, and he was staying inside with his family. All he wanted was to be left alone and stay out of things.
The men with Conlan proclaimed the Elf was resisting arrest. He said the Elf should be taken away, and suggested his wife and daughters should be "dealt with." This caused the Elf to pull a hidden sword, which lead to the other three guardsmen decided that was justification enough for them to kill the Elf. Conlan, insisted that this was not what they came here for, none of it was. This wasn't their job. When the soldiers persisted, Conlan stood with the Elf, and a fight broke out. During the skirmish, the elf bested two of the guards, the guard fighting Conlan managed to strike the elf's wife with an arrow before Conlan could stop him.
The three soldiers reported back to their commander that Conlan had turned on them, and he was punished, then discharged. The elf and his family left the alienage, fairly sure that his wife would not survive long enough to be healed.
I do the job. And then I get paid.
After being discharged from the City Guard, Conlan floundered. His moral code had gotten him in trouble again and again. He had little to no skill sets, so he took jobs as a hired sword. He took a few small jobs, and met Cyrill, a dwarven smith. Due to Cyrill's odd ideas on craftsmanship, he was the only smith Conlan could afford to have look after his arms. Con didn't mind though, he enjoyed Cyrill's company, and spent many days in his shop sharing a drink and swapping stories.
It seemed his luck had finally changed when he was hired by the Arlessa of Denerim herself. He was to be a bodyguard for her daughter Lelahai, The truth was he was hired so the girl could practice seducing guards. He did end up seduced, though it was actually by Azabeth, who wanted to one up her adopted sister. Conlan and Azabeth began a "secret" relationship, one which most of the household knew about. The Arlessa didn't fire him though, possibly she was curious to see how Azabeth would guard her "prize" and how Lelahai would overcome the obstacle. Azabeth had long since developed genuine feelings for Conlan, who felt similarly.
Eventually, Lelahai grew fed up with the situation and finally told Conlan the truth, simply to hurt her "sister." She told him why he was hired, and why Az had seduced him in the first place. The fight between Conlan and Az was epic, and more emotionally painful then any of his previous battles. In the end he said a number of things he probably didn't mean, demanded he be paid for the job he'd performed thus far and quit the Arlessas employment. The whole situation left him soured on nobles, between that, and Loghain, Conlan had become convinced that every noble saw themselves as better then everyone else, that the small folk where toys to be played with and cast aside, and that nobles had no desires beyond increasing their own standing.
One good thing had come from his time in the Arlessas service. She had provided him with a hefty payment for "services rendered." Word filtered through Ferelden of a Qunari attack in the Free Marches. For a bit, Con had contemplated moving, that is until he met Lucressia Peron. She was a sweet merchants daughter, who truly seemed to care about him. It seemed to Conaln like the life of a warrior had kicked him down too much. Within a few months of meeting Lucressia, he had used the Arlessas money to buy a house, and proposed to her. Conlan was beginning to contemplate the possibility of helping her Uncle in his business, them having children and truly having a life together. It wasn't… exactly his dream, but it seemed the safer choice. He brought his thoughts up with his new wife the day after the wedding, when she proved that this was distinctly not a safer choice by poisoning him and running away.
No Good Deed...
Conlan spent two days paralyzed on his floor, before dragging himself to the chantry, spending another two weeks being nursed back to health. When he recovered Conlan had begun to believe himself the Makers own personal plaything. He had a house, but little else, and no prospects beyond mercenary work. He began hiring himself out, merchant caravans, nobles who needed extra guards, gangs who needed added muscle, Conlan no longer discriminated between jobs… for the most part. He had decided to abandon his fathers moral code, and adopted a new set of rules for himself. Do the job you were hired for, no questions asked, and bring all your people home.
Conlan's work allowed him to range all over Thedas. And that ranging lead to a vast array of life experiences, he encountered a Qunari expedition, he got hired as part of a troop of bodyguards for a noble who thought they were going to be assassinated. (It turned out to be minor miscommunication regarding silks.) In 9:41 he found himself in the Spoiled Princess, contemplating a return trip to Denerim when word arrived of a mage uprising in Kirkwall. Conlan had contemplated offering his services to the Templars should the mages in Ferelden get any ideas, but the Circle Tower seemed to be rather against the idea of rebellion. The only non Templar to exit the tower at all was a dwarf named Dagna. When she requested an escort to Orzamar, Conlan thought nothing of it, dwarves couldn't be mages, so he wasn't helping an apostate. In return for his kindness, Dagna offered a shield of superior craftsmanship. Conlan thought it was worth far more then any money he could ask for, and eagerly accepted it as payment.
Conlan returned to Denerim, it seemed all anyone could talk about was the conflict between the mages and the Templars. Rebellions were springing up all over Thedas, and the nature of the world was shifting. All this conflict opened up a number of job opportunities.
In 9:43 Conlan found himself on a ship, traveling across the waking sea. They had stopped into port at Denerim, and were hiring more guards, claiming they were being chased by pirates who wanted their valuable cargo. True enough, the ship was in fact attacked, and during the battle Conlan realized what the "cargo" was; a group of elf slaves. It took Conlan a minute of agonizing, it would mean violating his own code of conduct for an old code of ethics he had been trying to ignore.
In the end, he switched sides, and freed the elves before attacking his former employers, and joining with the pirates lead by their Captain Viara Tremaine. The pirates won and the slaves were freed to be taken home. Conlan managed to talk his way into passage back to Denerim on the pirate ship, but Viara made sure he earned his passage, by forcing him to work on the crew. Upon returning to Denerim , Vi and Conlan stepped into a tavern for a drink, to celebrate the end of what was generally a mutually beneficial arrangement. A good deal of coin was spent, and a good deal of alcohol consumed. By the end of the evening Conlan and Viara had retired to one of the taverns rooms to begin another "mutually beneficial arrangement." From that point on, whever Viara was in town she would stop at Conlan's house to "catch up."
Conlan's life become a steady series of mercenary jobs, noting the oddity that as the world seemed to be falling apart around him, his life had become fairly static in a way. In 9:42 Conlan received word through his contacts of some one who was hiring. A rumor was floating around of an underground organization, some people said it was mages, other said it was Templars, some suggested a group like the coterie, and others still said it was one man trying to make himself sound imposing. Either way, someone was paying very well to put together a group to rob a merchant caravan. Conlan signed on, and was set up to work alongside another mercenary, and elf woman named Seda Utheriel. Her quick thinking and skill impressed him, and he was glad to work at her side.
During the robbery the two of them faced off against a group of hired guards, most notably Imenry Barras, and Cormac Murrough (as wall as Cormacs mabari, Shartan.) The defenders put up such a fight that Conlan knew they wouldn't escape without losing people, or having to kill a lot of people. Seda had gotten injured knocking Imenry out, leaving Conlan and Cormac to strike a deal. Conlan and his group got away with one of the wagons, leaving the convoy to continue.
Conlan's feelings ensured he stayed by Seda until she was healed, even helping to pay for it, and see to it that she would be alright. Afterwards they parted company, with Conlan deciding to not try and keep in contact, partially out of a desire to do something good and get out before it exploded in his face. It's a choice he still regrets from time to time.
The botched robbery he took responsibility for. He turned over the one stolen wagon to his mysterious employer, they seemed pleased, and at least paid enough to cover all of the other hires. Conlan was told that for taking responsibility, he'd have to take a reduced cut, but for his willingness to stand up, they'd contact him about a future job.
The future job turned out to be a simple one. Guard a warehouse of stolen cargo. However, no sooner had Conlan arrived then the warehouse was raided by the city guard lead by Ser Mathieu Ledaal, and Marcus, the guard whom Conlan had turned on, now knighted himself. Conlan was quickly arrested, and thrown in the dungeon.
Conlan was placed in a cell with a young elf named Lalin Adain. She was rather irritated by the whole being arrested thing. Conlan was more concerned with the fact that the most likely outcome for the two of them was a good hanging. However, fate intervened. Alistair Theirin, commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden happened upon their cell. It was believed there was a Blight once again in Ferelden, and he chose to conscript the two of them. They were both freed, and sent to Vigils Keep (with an escort) to receive training.
It became quickly apparent to Conlan that Lalin would rather not have been there. He felt for her, and more then once considered asking if she could be free from the commitment, but it wasn't his choice, and as long as she stayed, Conlan was determined to support her. Over the month they spent at the Vigil by themselves, Lalin became an adopted kid sister, with all the emotional baggage that would entail.
Ordhan also eventually arrived at Vigil's Keep to offer his services to the Wardens, and for those few days Conlan had his adopted family mostly in one place. Eventually Alistair returned with several other Warden recruits, and allies to join their fight. Notably Imenry and Cormac were amongst the allies, both hired bodyguards for two dwarven wardens. Cormac seemed to have no issues running into Conlan again, Imenry… was less enthused.
Conlan made an attempt to meet several of the Warden recruits, amongst them of the Signy, one of the first dwarven mages, who bonded with Conlan over a night of vomiting. Conlan, Lalin, Signy, and several other recruits survived the joining. There were some who didn't, people Conlan was determined not to forget.
Shortly after that was all handled, Conlan was assigned, along with Ordhan, Cormac, Lalin, Falina, Shartan, and a few others, to travel south to warn the Dalish of the darkspawn threat. Along the way, a stop in Denerim provided the group with a chance to root out a group of Tevinter slavers hiding in the alienage. During the event, Ordhan reunited with Cyrill, and recruited him to come on the mission. He also met Lillie Tharelle, an old friend of his who agreed to come with the group.
Outside of Denerim the group discovered Jill Sorrel, a horse messenger under attack, the attackers were driven off, but it was too late to save Jill. Lillie revealed the fact that she was a mage, one who could bring people back from the brink of death. Conlan knew what the chantry thought about apostates, suspicious as he was, he concluded that an apostate who'd rather get caught then see some one die was at least worth the benefit of the doubt, and a mage who could raise fallen allies would be extremely useful. He stepped up, declaring that as she was assisting the Wardens in their mission, she would not be turned over for being an Apostate. Con took the opportunity to talk to her about her magic, and interestingly it seemed that Conlan's causal disregard for the Maker bothered her. The conversation left Conlan in quiet contemplation, and looking forward to further discussions. Jill also joined the group, and Conlan tried to help her get over the harrowing experience she had, Jill tried to help him get over the massive chip on his shoulder, it seemed he was more successful then she was at that.
The group continued on its mission and near a road side tavern they discovered Azabeth, fighting against hunters. It seemed she had been accused of murdering her adopted mother. Conlan learned then that he was not the only one with a connection to the read headed thief. Lalin, and Lillie both came to her rescue. After the confrontation ended, A new one was sparked as Ordhan tried to take her into custody. It wasn't until Conlan finally spoke up offering a compromise, one that would specifically allow him to protect Az for the remainder of their mission, that the group was able to carry on.
Carrying on turned out to be a very bad idea. The group met increasing darkspawn resistance the further into the woods they went. The only sign of the Dalish they found were a few hunters who had been all that was left of a group who was attacked. When the fighting proved too intense, the group was forced to retreat. They traveled back to Amaranthine, but Cyrill, at least one of the Wardens and Several Dalish they met perished before they could reach safety.
Upon returning to the Vigil, Conlan has spent most of his days focusing on his duties as a Grey Warden, and a solid portion of his nights either in the Crown and the Lion or the Vigil's Keep mess with a pint in hand. He knows many of his companions likely blame themselves for the losses suffered, and talking to them about it would be difficult. In Conlan's mind his first mission as a Warden was a complete failure, he failed his friends, and the rules he lived by. He won't talk about it though, he'll just try to move on.
Conlan thinks very little of the upcoming tournament, a chance for glory seekers to show off for the amusement of nobles and important people. Almost all the things Conlan has a distaste for in one spot. He has no intention of participating, and feels less inclined to watch. Though he'll probably be there, if for no other reason then to make sure no one gets themselves killed.