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arlathvhen) wrote2015-01-10 02:06 am
arlathvhen) wrote2015-01-10 02:06 am
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PLAYER
Name: Ema
Age: 25
Personal Journal: None
E-mail: purple_sprinkles_08@yahoo.co,
AIM/MSN/etc: Skype: beautiful_in_death
CHARACTER
Character Name: Beleth Lavellan
Canon: Dragon Age Inquisition
Age: 27
Timeline: After the events at Haven, having just moved in to Skyhold, shortly after siding with the templars.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Beleth is, first and foremost, a polite elf. She knows what she's up against, and what people expect of a Dalish elf, and she takes great pains to try to show them that anyone, anywhere, can behave nobly. Even one of the 'savages' of the wilds. She's an easy person to open up to, and a good listener to boot. When she talks to you, she usually takes pains to make sure that you're comfortable speaking, and tries to say what you need to hear. However, for those whom she befriends, she focuses overly much on what you want to hear, and she struggles with telling people the truth when she knows that they would not like it. For this reason, she often keeps her opinions to herself, unless asked, until she can test out the waters, make sure that she doesn't slip up and say something that might cause arguments.
As one could imagine with a tendency to not ruffle feathers in conversations, Beleth in general achews conflict, and even outside of her inner circle, tries to take the diplomatic route. This too she can overly indulge in, and she has trouble knowing when to stop trying to bargain, and when to draw her bow. She constantly frets that if she takes action too swiftly, goes to violence too soon, that she will prove everyone right about the Dalish, that they'll say that it's true, all Dalish are savages who are easily provoked to violence.
She is, though, fiercely, powerfully proud of her people, the Dalish. She will, upon meeting another Dalish, instantly cleave to them, and consider them as good as kin, no matter their opinion on the subject, or on her. She is intensely interested in the forgotten lore of her people, and has been known to completely cast off whatever she had been doing to pursue this knowledge, whether it be speaking to someone who has gathered more knowledge than she has, or taking off to some remote temple. She dreams of the day that the elves will finally have their own land, and hopes that she could, with her power, bring that day closer to happening. She does not have as much love for city elves as for the Dalish, but she tries to be helpful to them. Sometimes this can come off as condescending, but her heart is in the right place, for Beleth loves the Elvish people, even those who have chosen to live among the humans.
While Beleth is a kind, polite person, she holds humans at arms length in terms of a deeper relationship. If a human wants to befriend Beleth, and get more out of her than polite decency, than it will take time to convince her that they are a friend of elves, are at least, not a racist asshole. While Beleth is nonconfrontational in most regards, there is one exception she makes, and that is when she notices people speaking cruelly of elves. She tolerates no racism, and will make a great scene of punishing these idiots as fully as she can, with whatever extent she is allowed. She rarely takes it to blows--Though if they intiate, she is quick to agree--But she will kick them out of her hold, and refuse them help, yelling and shouting with an anger rarely witnessed.
Beleth is considered to be the Herald of Andraste, often referred by those who believe as 'Her Holiness'. Though Beleth personally holds to the Elven gods, she understands that having an elf seen as the Herald of Andraste, that Andraste would choose a Dalish to be her emissary, would be a huge positive force, especially for those of her kin who do believe. And who is she to say that it wasn't Andraste who aided her through the Fade? Could the Creators and the Maker not work in conjunction? Either way, she is aware that her standing as a figure of religious fervor aids both the Inquisition, and her kind. Thus, Beleth never denies this title, and will affirm that she was chosen by Andraste to help save the world from the Breach. Her own thoughts are less important to her than the impact of her words to the rest of the world. She can only hope that this makes things easier for those of her people who have chosen to worship Andraste.
Beleth may be kind, but she demands respect. She has gone through the Fade and back to help out the world and to form this Inquisition, to seal the Breach, and by the gods, she will be given all due respect for it. She expects the people under her to follow her words, and those outside of the Inquisition to treat her as they would the leader of one of the growing forces in Thedas. She knows that her position is a delicate one, and she has to show that she is strong, that her forces are the ones who are going to save the world. She's still a soft-hearted person, though, but she will not hesitate to fire anyone disrespecting her, and cutting out anyone who won't give the Inquisition its due. She takes greater delight in proving just how needed they are, and has dragged people to some of the smaller fade rifts, and watched their faces as she has fought the demons spewing out of it, and then seal it. As she's the only one in the known world with the power to seal these rifts, she likes reminding people just how awful the rifts are.
There are things that you can't enjoy as a nomad, and as she has settled down in Skyhold for the moment, Beleth has taken the time to enjoy the finer things in life. Or at least, the things that you don't get while being a nomad with humans occasionally trying to run you down and kill you. She is fond of drink, though she takes great pains not to overindulge, and will often spend nights sipping at one drink, chatting up the people around her. Hot baths. Those are another thing that she enjoys, and often threatens to remain within until she grows gills. Thus far, she has not yet been forcefully extracted from one, though threats have been made. She knows little of the songs and stories of the humans, having spent most of her life within the Dalish, with their stories and songs. She immerses herself in them, and can often be found reading, or listening to the bards singing their stories (Samsons' Tale is a particular favorite of hers, perhaps because she dislikes Samson so much).
Her views on mages are complicated. On one hand, she firmly believes that they don't deserve to be caged like dogs, constantly watched, constantly controlled, like animal more than person. But the fact that they have the potential for danger is undeniable. However, as she has said once on blood magic, "If you criminalize something, the people who use it tend to, well, be criminals." She believes that the Dalish have the right of things, having one or two students training under an experienced mage. Perhaps something like that could happen for the rest of Thedas mages? She tends to defer to others more experienced in the mage situation, but she knows that something needs to be done, and what happened before simply didn't work. She chose the templars over the mages, but it was more out of fear that pouring more magic into the Breach would end up making an even bigger explosion. She does feel for templars, knowing that they can be good, or bad, just as mages can be, and that they do not have an easy lot in life, being forced to become addicted to lyrium. There must be some kind of compromise to be made, making sure that mages don't take over the world with blood magic and demons, without caging them like beasts.
History: Quick warning! There are Dragon Age spoilers in here.
The history of Beleth is tied to the Dalish, and thus, the history of elven kind. It was said, centuries ago, that the Elves were immortal, that they possessed great magics that mages of today could only dream of. They lived in Arlathan, the homeland of the elves, where they lived in harmony with nature, and were allowed to revere their gods in peace. Then the Tevinter Imperium came and elves spent centuries in slavery, until they agreed to help Andraste fight the Tevinters. Their reward was their own land in the Dales, which was hoped to be able to be a recreation of Arlathan. For 400 years, they had peace. But tensions with humans rose once again, and when the elves refused to worship Andraste, the humans led a crusade against them, destroying their new lands, and leaving them homeless, cast even farther from their culture and heritage than they were before.
The Dalish refused to settle among humans, and were forced to become nomadic. They have land ships called aravels, pulled by the halla, white deer that are held sacred by the Dalish. They travel around Thedas, rarely staying in one spot, but consistently staying away from Northern Thedas, where the Tevinter Imperium lies, for they still employ slavery, and are only too happy to capture rouge elves. Dalish clans are isolated from each other, and while friendly to one another, often differ in how they operate. Beleth's clan were on good terms with humans, and they would stop near villages, trading pelts and goods from the forest, though they always made sure to move on before they wore out their welcome.
That was the life that Beleth lived for most of her 27 years. She was a hunter, one of the most skilled with a bow among her kind. She was well known for her ability to slip through the woods, so quiet and quick with her bow that the creatures did not even know they had been killed. She was also one of the friendlier with humans, able to strike up conversations, and keep tempers calm. She often took part of the trading, her polite demeanor keeping the locales from getting upset. It was for these reasons that her Keeper, the elder of her clan, asked her to spy on the Conclave. The Conclave was a meeting, held by the Divine, the leader of the Andrastian church, to try to resolve the war that had erupted between mages and the templars. Beleth's Keeper knew that this would effect the Dalish and wanted to make sure that they knew what the word would be, before finding out on their own--possibly for the worse.
Up until then, Beleth had been a normal Dalish elf, happy with her lot in life, making do and hoping that one day, they would be able to claim a land for their own, and working to remember the old elvish ways. But the events at the conclave would shake her life forever. She has no idea what happened--She can't remember any of the events that happened. All that she knows is what people told her. The conclave blew up with an explosion so severe it rent the very sky, creating the Breach, and killed everyone who had been there.
Everyone, except her. She was spat out of the fade, and those who rescued her glimpsed a woman behind her, urging her out into the real world. It's become the general consensus that it was Andraste, who saved her, and gave her the mark on her hand that allowed her to close the Breach. Thus, she has become Andraste's Herald.
The truth of the matter, the truth that Beleth has yet to learn, is even stranger. The mark on her hand, called the anchor by Corypheus, was from an elven orb that Corypheus had obtained. His plan had been to use Divine Justinia as a sacrifice, and power the orb to open the Fade. From there, he would march in the Golden City, the city said to be occupied by the Maker himself, and become a new god, ruling over Thedas. But he had not expected Beleth, barging in right as Corypheus and his minions held the Divine, with the intent to sacrifice her. The momentarily distraction of Beleth allowed Justinia to smack the elven orb from Corypheus. Beleth scooped the orb up as it rolled, and the orb bound to her hand, giving her the mark, that allowed her to escape with the Divine into the fade, as the power of it unleashing caused the massive explosion that would level the temple the Conclave was held in.
Beleth and Justinia tried to escape the Fade but were besought by the demons in it. As they got to one of the rifts that would allow them escape, Justinia sacrificed herself to allow Beleth to escape. The woman that the people who retrieved Beleth from the temple saw was not Andraste helping her, but the Divine.
After that, things moved fast. Beleth became an integral part of the Inquisition, an organization set up to try to pull the world from the brink of chaos, and was now focused on the Breach, and the creature that had created it. They put an end to the templar and mage war by recruiting the templars into their ranks, exposing the corruption, both literally and metaphorically, of the higher ups of the order, people who had been turning the templars into monsters, to be used by none other than Corypheus. Using the templars now under their command, Beleth managed to seal the breach. It looked like the world was finally starting to regain some form of control.
They hardly had time to celebrate. Corypheus did not appreciate the Inquisition taking the templars from him, nor managing to close the breach. He took his army of Tenvinter Imperial cultists, known as the Venatori, and attacked Haven, the city that had become the stronghold of the Inquisition. Many lost their lives in the attack, and in order to save the remnants, Beleth faced off against Corypheus while the rest of Haven fled, knowing there was no way she could survive this altercation. But Corypheus' pride was his downfall for the evening. He was too busy boasting to the Herald to notice the escaping Haven citizens, and too busy to notice that the Inquisitor had positioned a trebuchet to fire on the mountains overlooking Haven, that would cause an avalanche of snow to cover Haven. Beleth managed to make the trebuchet fire while Corypheus spoke, forcing him to flee with his dragon. Beleth, not having a dragon, thought that this was the end, but miraculously managed to find an opened mine shaft, falling into it. Stunned but alive, she wandered out into the snow, and was rescued by searchers.
From there, she lead her people to Skyhold, a castle built high in the mountains, aided by Solas, who told her of the place. And there she stayed, working to make the inquisition an even greater force, always looking to gain enough power to be able to take on Corypheus and save all of Thedas from his aspirations to godhood.
Abilities:
Archery - Beleth is a skilled archer, having spent many years training and hunting in her clan. She has several moves that she has learned over the course of her travels.
Relationships to Canon Characters: Beleth has collected a rag tag crew of strange but dedicated people who have pledged themselves to her cause. She's on friendly terms with most of her companions (save, perhaps, Sera, whom she can't seem to agree to disagree with on views of the Dalish), but she has a group of three people who are her closest friends, that usually come with her on her adventures to save the world.
Beleth's party was, before being taken to Ruby City, as follows:
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Entering chantries always made Beleth nervous, to be honest. Before she had gotten into this whole mess, she would never had even considered such an act. What time did she have to spend on shemlen gods? But now that she had been declared a Herald of the Maker's bride, her thoughts were a little different. Still, she entered nervously, and she was glad that she was alone in this. She could imagine a companion's mocking voice asking, as she nervously toed into the santuary, What, are you afraid the Maker is going to strike you down?
But was that so odd to worry about? What if the Maker hadn't chosen her? Certainly, there were things that happened to her that one could describe as...well, miraculous. But was that the Maker? It could be her own pantheon, Andruil, or Mythal, even Sylaise, the hearthkeeper, the goddess to whom Beleth's vallaslin was dedicated to. Would the Maker punish her for claiming to work for him? Would the Elven gods punish her for claiming to not be working for them? That was unlikely--Not while they are locked up by the Dread Wolf.
But people have done worse, surely, and the Maker had let them free. That thought comforted her as she passed the pews, a few people sitting in them, heads bowed, murmuring supplications to themselves. They didn't notice her as she stepped forward, up to the alter, showered with candles, and a statue of Andraste raised up above. She stared up at the woman thoughtfully. Was that her? Was that the woman who pulled her from the Fade? Saved her life? The statue offered no comment, and it wasn't like Beleth could compare the statue to the woman who had helped her, for she bore no memory of it. Although, that might not have helped, either--It's not like these carvers knew what Andraste truly looked like.
Her gaze had caught the eyes of the clerics, and they recognized her easily. Few Dalish wandered into here, she supposed dryly, as they bowed down before her, thanking her for the visit. The woman's eyes darted among them. Humans, all. And then to the pews. There--There was an elf there, hands pressed together, wordlessly reciting the chant. Elves believed, yet how many were allowed power? Positions more than sitting there in the pew?
She could feel her heart steel within her, resolve growing. Was she the Maker's chosen? Was she just a freak accident? Beleth had no answers, but she didn't need them. She had the people's belief, and that was what mattered. As she urged the clerics to stand, she knew her path. She would be the Herald of Andraste that the people needed. That her people needed. Who needed to know a woman's thoughts? Who could measure the worth of one woman's beliefs against the needs of her people.
She padded quietly to the pew the other elf was in, and sat down next to her. The woman looked up, eyes widening in shock when she saw who her pewmate was. She opened her mouth, but Beleth raised a hand to quiet her. "Peace, sister. Let me pray with you." And they did. Together, with everyone watching, the two elves praised the Maker.
Let it be known, that the Herald of Andraste was an elf. Beleth would make the Chantry realize that elves were there, that they deserved respect, that they were more than heathens. She would force the Chantry to accept elves, by Andraste, by the Dread Wolf, by any one who cared to listen, she would make people respect them, so help her.
Name: Ema
Age: 25
Personal Journal: None
E-mail: purple_sprinkles_08@yahoo.co,
AIM/MSN/etc: Skype: beautiful_in_death
CHARACTER
Character Name: Beleth Lavellan
Canon: Dragon Age Inquisition
Age: 27
Timeline: After the events at Haven, having just moved in to Skyhold, shortly after siding with the templars.
If playing another character from the same canon, how will you deal with this?: n/a
Personality: Beleth is, first and foremost, a polite elf. She knows what she's up against, and what people expect of a Dalish elf, and she takes great pains to try to show them that anyone, anywhere, can behave nobly. Even one of the 'savages' of the wilds. She's an easy person to open up to, and a good listener to boot. When she talks to you, she usually takes pains to make sure that you're comfortable speaking, and tries to say what you need to hear. However, for those whom she befriends, she focuses overly much on what you want to hear, and she struggles with telling people the truth when she knows that they would not like it. For this reason, she often keeps her opinions to herself, unless asked, until she can test out the waters, make sure that she doesn't slip up and say something that might cause arguments.
As one could imagine with a tendency to not ruffle feathers in conversations, Beleth in general achews conflict, and even outside of her inner circle, tries to take the diplomatic route. This too she can overly indulge in, and she has trouble knowing when to stop trying to bargain, and when to draw her bow. She constantly frets that if she takes action too swiftly, goes to violence too soon, that she will prove everyone right about the Dalish, that they'll say that it's true, all Dalish are savages who are easily provoked to violence.
She is, though, fiercely, powerfully proud of her people, the Dalish. She will, upon meeting another Dalish, instantly cleave to them, and consider them as good as kin, no matter their opinion on the subject, or on her. She is intensely interested in the forgotten lore of her people, and has been known to completely cast off whatever she had been doing to pursue this knowledge, whether it be speaking to someone who has gathered more knowledge than she has, or taking off to some remote temple. She dreams of the day that the elves will finally have their own land, and hopes that she could, with her power, bring that day closer to happening. She does not have as much love for city elves as for the Dalish, but she tries to be helpful to them. Sometimes this can come off as condescending, but her heart is in the right place, for Beleth loves the Elvish people, even those who have chosen to live among the humans.
While Beleth is a kind, polite person, she holds humans at arms length in terms of a deeper relationship. If a human wants to befriend Beleth, and get more out of her than polite decency, than it will take time to convince her that they are a friend of elves, are at least, not a racist asshole. While Beleth is nonconfrontational in most regards, there is one exception she makes, and that is when she notices people speaking cruelly of elves. She tolerates no racism, and will make a great scene of punishing these idiots as fully as she can, with whatever extent she is allowed. She rarely takes it to blows--Though if they intiate, she is quick to agree--But she will kick them out of her hold, and refuse them help, yelling and shouting with an anger rarely witnessed.
Beleth is considered to be the Herald of Andraste, often referred by those who believe as 'Her Holiness'. Though Beleth personally holds to the Elven gods, she understands that having an elf seen as the Herald of Andraste, that Andraste would choose a Dalish to be her emissary, would be a huge positive force, especially for those of her kin who do believe. And who is she to say that it wasn't Andraste who aided her through the Fade? Could the Creators and the Maker not work in conjunction? Either way, she is aware that her standing as a figure of religious fervor aids both the Inquisition, and her kind. Thus, Beleth never denies this title, and will affirm that she was chosen by Andraste to help save the world from the Breach. Her own thoughts are less important to her than the impact of her words to the rest of the world. She can only hope that this makes things easier for those of her people who have chosen to worship Andraste.
Beleth may be kind, but she demands respect. She has gone through the Fade and back to help out the world and to form this Inquisition, to seal the Breach, and by the gods, she will be given all due respect for it. She expects the people under her to follow her words, and those outside of the Inquisition to treat her as they would the leader of one of the growing forces in Thedas. She knows that her position is a delicate one, and she has to show that she is strong, that her forces are the ones who are going to save the world. She's still a soft-hearted person, though, but she will not hesitate to fire anyone disrespecting her, and cutting out anyone who won't give the Inquisition its due. She takes greater delight in proving just how needed they are, and has dragged people to some of the smaller fade rifts, and watched their faces as she has fought the demons spewing out of it, and then seal it. As she's the only one in the known world with the power to seal these rifts, she likes reminding people just how awful the rifts are.
There are things that you can't enjoy as a nomad, and as she has settled down in Skyhold for the moment, Beleth has taken the time to enjoy the finer things in life. Or at least, the things that you don't get while being a nomad with humans occasionally trying to run you down and kill you. She is fond of drink, though she takes great pains not to overindulge, and will often spend nights sipping at one drink, chatting up the people around her. Hot baths. Those are another thing that she enjoys, and often threatens to remain within until she grows gills. Thus far, she has not yet been forcefully extracted from one, though threats have been made. She knows little of the songs and stories of the humans, having spent most of her life within the Dalish, with their stories and songs. She immerses herself in them, and can often be found reading, or listening to the bards singing their stories (Samsons' Tale is a particular favorite of hers, perhaps because she dislikes Samson so much).
Her views on mages are complicated. On one hand, she firmly believes that they don't deserve to be caged like dogs, constantly watched, constantly controlled, like animal more than person. But the fact that they have the potential for danger is undeniable. However, as she has said once on blood magic, "If you criminalize something, the people who use it tend to, well, be criminals." She believes that the Dalish have the right of things, having one or two students training under an experienced mage. Perhaps something like that could happen for the rest of Thedas mages? She tends to defer to others more experienced in the mage situation, but she knows that something needs to be done, and what happened before simply didn't work. She chose the templars over the mages, but it was more out of fear that pouring more magic into the Breach would end up making an even bigger explosion. She does feel for templars, knowing that they can be good, or bad, just as mages can be, and that they do not have an easy lot in life, being forced to become addicted to lyrium. There must be some kind of compromise to be made, making sure that mages don't take over the world with blood magic and demons, without caging them like beasts.
History: Quick warning! There are Dragon Age spoilers in here.
The history of Beleth is tied to the Dalish, and thus, the history of elven kind. It was said, centuries ago, that the Elves were immortal, that they possessed great magics that mages of today could only dream of. They lived in Arlathan, the homeland of the elves, where they lived in harmony with nature, and were allowed to revere their gods in peace. Then the Tevinter Imperium came and elves spent centuries in slavery, until they agreed to help Andraste fight the Tevinters. Their reward was their own land in the Dales, which was hoped to be able to be a recreation of Arlathan. For 400 years, they had peace. But tensions with humans rose once again, and when the elves refused to worship Andraste, the humans led a crusade against them, destroying their new lands, and leaving them homeless, cast even farther from their culture and heritage than they were before.
The Dalish refused to settle among humans, and were forced to become nomadic. They have land ships called aravels, pulled by the halla, white deer that are held sacred by the Dalish. They travel around Thedas, rarely staying in one spot, but consistently staying away from Northern Thedas, where the Tevinter Imperium lies, for they still employ slavery, and are only too happy to capture rouge elves. Dalish clans are isolated from each other, and while friendly to one another, often differ in how they operate. Beleth's clan were on good terms with humans, and they would stop near villages, trading pelts and goods from the forest, though they always made sure to move on before they wore out their welcome.
That was the life that Beleth lived for most of her 27 years. She was a hunter, one of the most skilled with a bow among her kind. She was well known for her ability to slip through the woods, so quiet and quick with her bow that the creatures did not even know they had been killed. She was also one of the friendlier with humans, able to strike up conversations, and keep tempers calm. She often took part of the trading, her polite demeanor keeping the locales from getting upset. It was for these reasons that her Keeper, the elder of her clan, asked her to spy on the Conclave. The Conclave was a meeting, held by the Divine, the leader of the Andrastian church, to try to resolve the war that had erupted between mages and the templars. Beleth's Keeper knew that this would effect the Dalish and wanted to make sure that they knew what the word would be, before finding out on their own--possibly for the worse.
Up until then, Beleth had been a normal Dalish elf, happy with her lot in life, making do and hoping that one day, they would be able to claim a land for their own, and working to remember the old elvish ways. But the events at the conclave would shake her life forever. She has no idea what happened--She can't remember any of the events that happened. All that she knows is what people told her. The conclave blew up with an explosion so severe it rent the very sky, creating the Breach, and killed everyone who had been there.
Everyone, except her. She was spat out of the fade, and those who rescued her glimpsed a woman behind her, urging her out into the real world. It's become the general consensus that it was Andraste, who saved her, and gave her the mark on her hand that allowed her to close the Breach. Thus, she has become Andraste's Herald.
The truth of the matter, the truth that Beleth has yet to learn, is even stranger. The mark on her hand, called the anchor by Corypheus, was from an elven orb that Corypheus had obtained. His plan had been to use Divine Justinia as a sacrifice, and power the orb to open the Fade. From there, he would march in the Golden City, the city said to be occupied by the Maker himself, and become a new god, ruling over Thedas. But he had not expected Beleth, barging in right as Corypheus and his minions held the Divine, with the intent to sacrifice her. The momentarily distraction of Beleth allowed Justinia to smack the elven orb from Corypheus. Beleth scooped the orb up as it rolled, and the orb bound to her hand, giving her the mark, that allowed her to escape with the Divine into the fade, as the power of it unleashing caused the massive explosion that would level the temple the Conclave was held in.
Beleth and Justinia tried to escape the Fade but were besought by the demons in it. As they got to one of the rifts that would allow them escape, Justinia sacrificed herself to allow Beleth to escape. The woman that the people who retrieved Beleth from the temple saw was not Andraste helping her, but the Divine.
After that, things moved fast. Beleth became an integral part of the Inquisition, an organization set up to try to pull the world from the brink of chaos, and was now focused on the Breach, and the creature that had created it. They put an end to the templar and mage war by recruiting the templars into their ranks, exposing the corruption, both literally and metaphorically, of the higher ups of the order, people who had been turning the templars into monsters, to be used by none other than Corypheus. Using the templars now under their command, Beleth managed to seal the breach. It looked like the world was finally starting to regain some form of control.
They hardly had time to celebrate. Corypheus did not appreciate the Inquisition taking the templars from him, nor managing to close the breach. He took his army of Tenvinter Imperial cultists, known as the Venatori, and attacked Haven, the city that had become the stronghold of the Inquisition. Many lost their lives in the attack, and in order to save the remnants, Beleth faced off against Corypheus while the rest of Haven fled, knowing there was no way she could survive this altercation. But Corypheus' pride was his downfall for the evening. He was too busy boasting to the Herald to notice the escaping Haven citizens, and too busy to notice that the Inquisitor had positioned a trebuchet to fire on the mountains overlooking Haven, that would cause an avalanche of snow to cover Haven. Beleth managed to make the trebuchet fire while Corypheus spoke, forcing him to flee with his dragon. Beleth, not having a dragon, thought that this was the end, but miraculously managed to find an opened mine shaft, falling into it. Stunned but alive, she wandered out into the snow, and was rescued by searchers.
From there, she lead her people to Skyhold, a castle built high in the mountains, aided by Solas, who told her of the place. And there she stayed, working to make the inquisition an even greater force, always looking to gain enough power to be able to take on Corypheus and save all of Thedas from his aspirations to godhood.
Abilities:
Archery - Beleth is a skilled archer, having spent many years training and hunting in her clan. She has several moves that she has learned over the course of her travels.
- Exploding Arrow: A powerful shot that explodes upon impact, damaging the target and all around it.
- Long Shot: A single arrow that does more damage the father away it is from the target.
- Leaping Shot: Beleth dives out of the way, releasing a hail of arrows on enemies trying to close in.
Relationships to Canon Characters: Beleth has collected a rag tag crew of strange but dedicated people who have pledged themselves to her cause. She's on friendly terms with most of her companions (save, perhaps, Sera, whom she can't seem to agree to disagree with on views of the Dalish), but she has a group of three people who are her closest friends, that usually come with her on her adventures to save the world.
Beleth's party was, before being taken to Ruby City, as follows:
- Cassandra Pentaghast: Cassandra and her got off to a rocky start, to say the least. Something about being accused of killing the Most Holy and everyone else at the Conclave. But as they ran into danger, death, and dragons together, their bond strengthened. Beleth admires Cassandra's courage, determination, and really pretty eyes.
- Solas: Another of the people, and though he scoffs at the Dalish, Beleth is fascinated by what knowledge he possesses of the ancient elves, often asking (and occasionally straight up pestering) him about everything he knows. She holds the knowledge of Elven lore dear to her, and he is a wealth of information that she enjoys listening to.
- Cole: A spirit of compassion. Beleth doesn't entirely understand Cole, but she understands his sincere want to help people. She often gets flack for keeping a spirit around--Or a demon, as some insist on calling him--But Beleth trusts him and his compassion, often taking his advice, and trying to help him in turn, as he seems to worry about everyone but himself.
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Entering chantries always made Beleth nervous, to be honest. Before she had gotten into this whole mess, she would never had even considered such an act. What time did she have to spend on shemlen gods? But now that she had been declared a Herald of the Maker's bride, her thoughts were a little different. Still, she entered nervously, and she was glad that she was alone in this. She could imagine a companion's mocking voice asking, as she nervously toed into the santuary, What, are you afraid the Maker is going to strike you down?
But was that so odd to worry about? What if the Maker hadn't chosen her? Certainly, there were things that happened to her that one could describe as...well, miraculous. But was that the Maker? It could be her own pantheon, Andruil, or Mythal, even Sylaise, the hearthkeeper, the goddess to whom Beleth's vallaslin was dedicated to. Would the Maker punish her for claiming to work for him? Would the Elven gods punish her for claiming to not be working for them? That was unlikely--Not while they are locked up by the Dread Wolf.
But people have done worse, surely, and the Maker had let them free. That thought comforted her as she passed the pews, a few people sitting in them, heads bowed, murmuring supplications to themselves. They didn't notice her as she stepped forward, up to the alter, showered with candles, and a statue of Andraste raised up above. She stared up at the woman thoughtfully. Was that her? Was that the woman who pulled her from the Fade? Saved her life? The statue offered no comment, and it wasn't like Beleth could compare the statue to the woman who had helped her, for she bore no memory of it. Although, that might not have helped, either--It's not like these carvers knew what Andraste truly looked like.
Her gaze had caught the eyes of the clerics, and they recognized her easily. Few Dalish wandered into here, she supposed dryly, as they bowed down before her, thanking her for the visit. The woman's eyes darted among them. Humans, all. And then to the pews. There--There was an elf there, hands pressed together, wordlessly reciting the chant. Elves believed, yet how many were allowed power? Positions more than sitting there in the pew?
She could feel her heart steel within her, resolve growing. Was she the Maker's chosen? Was she just a freak accident? Beleth had no answers, but she didn't need them. She had the people's belief, and that was what mattered. As she urged the clerics to stand, she knew her path. She would be the Herald of Andraste that the people needed. That her people needed. Who needed to know a woman's thoughts? Who could measure the worth of one woman's beliefs against the needs of her people.
She padded quietly to the pew the other elf was in, and sat down next to her. The woman looked up, eyes widening in shock when she saw who her pewmate was. She opened her mouth, but Beleth raised a hand to quiet her. "Peace, sister. Let me pray with you." And they did. Together, with everyone watching, the two elves praised the Maker.
Blessed are they who stand before
The corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
Let it be known, that the Herald of Andraste was an elf. Beleth would make the Chantry realize that elves were there, that they deserved respect, that they were more than heathens. She would force the Chantry to accept elves, by Andraste, by the Dread Wolf, by any one who cared to listen, she would make people respect them, so help her.