Bec

Independent Pro-Templar Hawke

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So I’ve been doodling my Dragon Age OC’s lately and I decided to draw a picture of my young Templar character. This is supposed to be a painting of her when she was about 13 or 14. 

I’ll be making an rp blog for her when I get decent enough images. 

She shifted, leaning against the brick wall, her eyes skimming over the mages as they came and went. She smiled, nodding her head gently as a few of the younger mages made their way to the their lessons. “Have a good lesson.” She bid even though it went mostly ignored. 

She was one of the younger Templar’s in the Circle; new to the Ferelden Circle of Magi.  Having just left her training, they put her in the Circle as a start out position, and she was perfectly OK with that. This was the job she wanted; protecting and watching the mages thrive was a beautiful sight even if their magic terrified her.

Templars of Thedas

Born as a human noble to Bryce Cousland. She originally showed romantic interest in Alistair but by the end of her adventures loved all of her companions the same. To ensure Alistair would be able to take the throne she stepped back and allowed him to either Marry Anora or rule alone.

Warrior class: dual sword wielder.

herald-trevelyan:

Human noble inquisitor. Born youngest to three brothers. One who got the head of family, one became a templar and last joined the Chantry.

She had a rough relationship with her mother and fell in love with an enchanter who healed her when she became deathly ill. The Enchanter was then made tranquil and blamed for her sickness to keep up appearance among the nobles.

She spent time in the chantry when her mother refused to take responsibility for almost killing Malora.

She was with her brothers when the conclave exploded.

Warrior class: war hammer or battle axe wielder.

Adifferentkindoftemplar:

Bec was born in ferelden to An orlesian noblewoman and a Starkhaven Templar. They lived on a small farm in Lothering before they for news Bec’s aunt died and her cousins were going to live with them.

On the ship home they were boarded onto Slaving vessels. Half were sold and the rest either died or ended up in possession of blood mages.

The elderly were murdered and children too young to work were killed. Any child showing sign of being a mage were tutored to use the rest of the passengers as blood sacrifices.

Bec worked hard, her mother died and father separated. She took care of the children. After years their cave was found by Kirkwall guard and the mages were killed.

She and the rest of survivors were moved into tenements by the alienage until a demon was summoned through and everyone but her was slaughtered.

She ended up in a clinic for the insane, when that fell she ended up at the Kirkwall chantry, then a templar in ferelden before transferring to Kirkwall after the blight.

His eyes flashed up as he was called out. A small grin playing on his face, so who he had ‘saved’ had not run off. Foolish but understandable. She was in luck he was no bear or carried more evil intentions with him. 

“So you’re an elf.” Dennik spoke, itching the side of his nose. Dennik was an attractive young man, an air of royalty about him -as he should. He was the youngest of a noble family of four sons. When one got the head of the house, one got the surrounding land, and the last got whatever businesses their father was invested in, there was nothing left for him to take over. So he was pretty much cast out and told to do whatever he wanted. He wanted fame and glory, so he became a Templar. “I bet the Chantry shit it’s knickers to find that the Inquisitor is an elf.” He smirked. 

“I hope you excuse the Commander she’s a bit...well...tightly wound.” He laughed, looking back over his shoulder as Bec ran the horses to catch up, double checking their supplies. “She’s always been...very serious. Even her superiors have asked her to relax. She follows every rule by the book. Ah, but she’s a wonderful woman.” He hummed wistfully. “Beautiful, beautiful woman.” 

Pulling up beside them, the reigns of the horses in hand, Bec looked at Velahari. 

Tapping her fingers against her leg Velahari sighed a little before saying anything again. “You could be the perfect person to help us do that though. If it has not taken over you but it still is in your blood maybe someone at Skyhold could form some sort of cure for it and perhaps we could use that on other templars.”

“I think, if it gives you a fighting chance, and if it presents a chance for others, that you should take it.” Bec replied, stepping up, her arms crossed. “If not, then you just sit out here and die, or become a monster. This way, you can save others, and possibly survive yourself.” She explained. Asly didn’t like the sound of it completely, but she knew that she was most likely going to die either way. If the infection of Red Lyrium didn’t kill her, then the detox would, unless successful.

“uugh,” She groaned at last, eyes closing. “I accept terms.” She saluted, clicking her heels together. “I, Asly Daviis accept admission for study and testing of Red Lyrium to procure a viable cure, ma’am!” Turning to face her, Bec, put her harms to her side and returned in an authoritive voice. 

“I, Bec L’Dieulafeaux, hereby accept transfer of Asly Daviis to Inquisition forces to serve until released. At ease, Asly.” She ran, then turned to Velahari. “Your camp is safer than out here? I take it your looking for allies for Inquisition forces?” She offered. “I have three fine warriors beneath my belt and a camp of mages and Templar’s. Spies, supplies and training to use at your disposal. I have but one request Inquisitor.” 

She knew that she shouldn’t make demands, but she figured, that as long as it was submitted as a request, it wouldn’t be too much. “I am well aware that one side sided with Corypheus, but there are many more out there who wish to be excluded from the fighting or have broken off from their main group. They may wear the enemies colors, but they are not working for Corypheus. I have a list of such people, Mages and Templar’s a like. Please, I wish you to show them mercy. Even if they have slighted the Inquisition. Even murder, please, when you judge them, remember that they act in fear and are following orders to keep their lives.” She hesitated then took a deep breath.

“My camp is a lot safer then out here.” Velahari replies brushing some hair from her face. “I can not promise that I will be so fair as you ask. Fear maybe why they have taken the course they have but if the crimes are serious I can not allow them to get off without a punishment that fits the crimes. The inquisition is a political organization as much as it is a military one and if i were to become so lenient we would lose political standing and that could cause us grave harm.”

Sighing softly she looks up at the sky before back to the templar leader. “I can make you no promises but i will do my best, I have always tried to be fair. Which is more then most can say in these times.” Holding out her hand to the other woman Velahari wondered if that was good enough. “If that is still acceptable I would be glad to have any help you and your men can provide.”

Tapping her fingers against her leg Velahari sighed a little before saying anything again. “You could be the perfect person to help us do that though. If it has not taken over you but it still is in your blood maybe someone at Skyhold could form some sort of cure for it and perhaps we could use that on other templars.”

“I think, if it gives you a fighting chance, and if it presents a chance for others, that you should take it.” Bec replied, stepping up, her arms crossed. “If not, then you just sit out here and die, or become a monster. This way, you can save others, and possibly survive yourself.” She explained. Asly didn’t like the sound of it completely, but she knew that she was most likely going to die either way. If the infection of Red Lyrium didn’t kill her, then the detox would, unless successful.

“uugh,” She groaned at last, eyes closing. “I accept terms.” She saluted, clicking her heels together. “I, Asly Daviis accept admission for study and testing of Red Lyrium to procure a viable cure, ma’am!” Turning to face her, Bec, put her harms to her side and returned in an authoritive voice. 

“I, Bec L’Dieulafeaux, hereby accept transfer of Asly Daviis to Inquisition forces to serve until released. At ease, Asly.” She ran, then turned to Velahari. “Your camp is safer than out here? I take it your looking for allies for Inquisition forces?” She offered. “I have three fine warriors beneath my belt and a camp of mages and Templar’s. Spies, supplies and training to use at your disposal. I have but one request Inquisitor.” 

She knew that she shouldn’t make demands, but she figured, that as long as it was submitted as a request, it wouldn’t be too much. “I am well aware that one side sided with Corypheus, but there are many more out there who wish to be excluded from the fighting or have broken off from their main group. They may wear the enemies colors, but they are not working for Corypheus. I have a list of such people, Mages and Templar’s a like. Please, I wish you to show them mercy. Even if they have slighted the Inquisition. Even murder, please, when you judge them, remember that they act in fear and are following orders to keep their lives.” She hesitated then took a deep breath.