EXILED PRINCE / / SEBASTIAN VAEL

[sebastian]

real big fan of yours ,

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"if they don't put me away - it will be a miracle."[/center]

quite the joke to you ,

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"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"My name is Sebastian Vael, Prince of Starkhaven."

"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"Um, e-excuse me? /coughs. I'm twenty six years old, ma'dam. My allegiance falls with no one but The Maker himself."

"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"I don't think so. I swore of vow of chastity to The Chantry. I married the Lady Andraste, and I will not give into your temptations."

"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"As the youngest of three brothers, I was supposed to lead Starkhaven's military. However, I didn't enjoy getting hit. /smiles wryly. As you can see, I use ranged weapons, bows particularly. I'm also fairly proficient at picking locks and that sort."

"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I told you, I have sworn a vow before The Maker, I have no intentions of breaking it."

kissed me in your room ,

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"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I am six foot two."

"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I have an athletic figure, but I am a warrior, do not let this persuade you otherwise. W-What? Under my clothes? By The MAker. . . I. . .I think I need to pray. A lot."

"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"How I dress you mean? This armor, my father had it commissioned before my admission into The Chantry of Kirkwall. It has its purposes, though it covers a majority of my figure it still allows for maneuverability. You could note my status by the colors I suppose, the whites and golds, and the fur hood. All of which are very expensive."

"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Sebastian Vael, from Dragon Age II."

"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
". . . I don't know that is possible. We are the same man."

replied i love you too ,

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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I can't stand those without faith, or Mages. Use of free magic was strictly prohibited anywhere outside of the Tevinter Imperium, and as The Maker said "Magic is meant to serve man." I respect authority and welcome it! I enjoy the peace it brings, along with the peace of The Chantry - though it seems this world lacks such accommodation. /frowns."

"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"None of which I'd like to share. I was a wild boy in my youth, there was much drinking and certain acts of an immodest nature I'd rather not leave to the public. Thank you, but I will not be continuing."

"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I am a man of faith. Andraste will guide me to my purpose and I, as the Prince of Starkhaven will do what I can to aid those in need. However, I am currently strapped for cash, making a vow of poverty there is little more I can give than my word."

"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"I told you, I. . . /sighs. "

a little bit insecure ,

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"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing? Like the merry-gold? Sorry, I'm not interested in that or the room."

"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Secret what? I think our 'love' is certainly one sided. All of my family is dead, they were murdered by conspirators. Their deaths have been avenged and that is enough for me."

"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I told you. My family is dead. /glowers."

"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Yes, it was horrible. I was the youngest of three brothers you see, and my parents were very traditional. They favored the. . . Heir and spare, as you can see I was left out in the cold. Sadly to say this lead to some activities I am shamed of. I lead a bad life, and I was out of control. With force my father sent me to The Chantry, and I became a brother. During my time there I found clarity and I became a man, someone respectable and I found peace. After my family was murdered I met a man by the name of Hawke, after he avenged the death of my family I became one of his traveling companions but after that. . .That I don't really remember. /shakes head."

"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Oh by The Maker."

of this mistreatment ,

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name. Noah/Gabranth.
age. twenty.
rp experience. TOO LONG MY LOVE.
rules. Thundaga? Don't you mean Tempest?
rp sample.

The seasons were changing, that much could be said about the weather. A cooler temperature had rolled over Kirkwall, a crisp breeze floating in from the docks to wash over the city. Many were now bundled in thick furs or pulling together what scraps of clothing they had to fight the chill, such was the state in Lowtown. Nothing had changed since his ascent into the upper quarter, but strangely for all of its poverty and desperation it was a more honest place and Hawke found charm in this. Like Varric he had grown strangely attached to this section of Kirkwall, enjoying that many of these people were oblivious to his identity, that many of these men and women whispered gossips about a giant of a man, raised among wolves that had appeared out of the very mist. Sometimes there was speculation that he was an Elf, that he was a Dwarf, maybe even a Qunari or that he was a child of the Witch of the Wilds. Most of these things were laughable at best, idle gossips about a legend that was only born through circumstance.

Hawke walked with a slow pace through the worn streets of Lowtown, pulling the fur around his shoulders closer to the exposed skin of his neck as he warily glanced behind him. Fenris was following suit, though the cold had little effect on his skin as he continued to trot along without shoes or any extra covering for his thin arms except a cape that had been haphazardly thrown on. Despite his prowess with the great sword he often carried the Wolf was like any other elf and remained willowy, his figure lithe from beneath the brown-black fabric that was securely fastened at the neck. He cast a grin in his direction as they proceeded to The Hanged Man; Varric was surely inside spinning some of his famous tales that were heavy with over exaggeration. Lowering his hand to rub at the bare skin of his single uncovered arm Hawke entered the inn, a few people growing silent out of instinct and out of recognition that this indeed might be the Champion of Kirkwall himself. This lasted for a few seconds before they began their roistering once more, a few drunks commenting on the state of his clothing, how he looked like one of those barbarians from the far south. Once again the bar was filled with laughter, though there was no place to sit. “Looks like we came at the wrong time, I can’t spot out Varric, and he’s a sore thumb.” Instinctively he bit his lip, surveying the area that had become more than familiar during his stay in Kirkwall. No, the dwarf was nowhere in sight and with this Hawke exhaled deeply, turning back to Fenris before a voice drew his attention.

Golden optics scanned the crowd before locking on to a rather distinct figure. He wouldn’t exactly say this man stood out, but that would have been an understatement. He was clad in robes and he had a rather bizarre companion though Hawke was mildly interested. His first instinct told him that this man had to be a mage of some sort, perhaps a maleficar but to find himself in the company of another magic user, which was rare in itself. Fenris would probably disagree with his decision but he gave the elf little choice, a grin spread over his mouth as he moved to sit a crossed from the figure. “That recognizable? I think I’m finally amassing quite a bit of fame!” He laughed as though he had something terribly funny, looking to Fenris for some kind of reaction though expecting none. Quickly he diverted his attention to the crow, clearing his throat as he observed the animal pick at the plate of food rather contently. “Nevall you say? I didn’t quite catch your name.” Reluctantly he reached out his armored hand to make an attempt at stroking the breast fathers of the bird. Hawke expected failure, knowing never to get between an animal and its meal though he couldn’t resist. If this man was some manner of mage he had never seen one with a familiar before and he was more curious as to how he had obtained this expressive little bird.

[Oerba Yun Fang [The Desperado]]

hahahahaha This is just awesome. I was laughing this entire time XD Seb will make a quirky edition to the forum :'D