Name: Radeya TabrisBorn: 9:12 winterGender: cis manSexuality: PansexualHeight: 6′3″ (190cm)Stature: Lean, kinda skinnyHair/Eye Color: Long dark brown hair, blue eyes, stubbled jawClass: Warrior (s&s)Personality: quiet, thoughtful, a bit on the pacifist side, diplomatic and a good listener, patient, his hot button is stuff to do with family, really supportive of people finding happiness, gets a bit melancholy sometimes and withdraws from the group, misses his own family a lot, not flirty but also not easily flustered either, likes little kids, sometimes a little passiveRomances: AlistairOdd Facts: Hates sweets, allergic to most flowers but dries Alistair’s rose and keeps it in a jar in his pack, has two younger sisters (twins), could eat enough to feed 5 people and still not gain any weight (that bastard), didn’t want to get married because he believes marriage should always be for love, develops a short-lived crush on Duncan, knows how to knit and sew and mend clothes, secretly terrified of The Calling, has a lot of fucking nightmares, he likes to fish (with a net/rod and also a spear), likes swimming, named his Mabari Basco, hates heights, scared of bears, reads poetry, sometimes writes it, can’t generate any of his own goddamn body heat, exercises to ‘stay sharp’Cute Romance Things: he gently encourages Alistair to assume his place as King (because “you deserve this, you deserve a good comfortable life”) but ultimately says “follow your heart,” and Alistair’s heart tells him to stay with him. Their, um, ‘time’ together is always very soft and sweet and gentle, lots of kisses and touches and hardly ever hurried (they make sure they can spare the time, though there’s a few times here and there where a darkspawn pops up and they have to be interrupted). they like to spar but it’s always lighthearted and playful, and alistair helps him analyze opponents better and fight against anyone who has a templar-style.Fate: Warden-Commander, alive and well

Warden: *rips off cowl to reveal another cowl* “I SAID BITCH WHERE?”

Morrigan, sitting around the firepit with the group, they’re all drunk and Alistair has already passed out--the lightweight--and she starts levitating Alistair while he’s sleeping. He wakes up when he’s above the trees and starts freaking out. “Morrigan! Morrigan please! I don’t like heights!!”