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Tag: lithari lavellen
IN CHARACTER
Name: Lithari of Clan Lavellan
Canon: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Canon Point: post-game, pre-Trespasser
Age: early twenties
History: Plot summary : Game decisions
Personality:
At first glance, Lithari was everything a Dalish elf should be. She was proud, stubborn, fierce, devoted to freedom, and loyal to her clan. Yet, she was also curious and more tolerant than her kind were often known for being.
The Dalish considered themselves "true elves." They were the descendants from the elves who chose, when their homeland was conquered by humans, to live as nomads rather than abandon their religion and live in the slums of human cities. While much of their history and lore was lost, the Dalish clung tightly to what they know and have surmised over the centuries. Lithari valued her heritage and had no patience for its dismissal. It was originally a point of contention between both her and Solas and her and Sera. Sera was dismissive of the Dalish way of life altogether, and Solas stated that many of the things they practiced were misinformed. Lithari also considered the idea of the Freeman of the Dales -- an 'army' of Orlesian deserters who had taken up refuge on the Exalted Plains and the Emerald Graves, both once part of the Dalish homeland known as the Dales -- a personal insult. She took great pleasure in hunting down every company and making sure none of them lived to continue calling themselves that. Even when offered the opportunity to have her vallaslin -- the blood writing on a Dalish's face -- removed by Solas, Lithari refused. He told her that their history was as slave markings, and she answered that they had a different meaning now. Now, they were a symbol of devotion to a patron god and the indication of adulthood. When the time came, at the Temple of Mythal, to decide the fate of the Well of Sorrows, Lithari refused to allow Morrigan to drink from it. Morrigan was human and eager to get her hands on the power of the well, while Lithari saw it as a source of ancient knowledge and history, all of which had been lost to her people. Therefore, she drank from it herself, even though the voices were almost impossible to discern.
Once Lithari set on a course, there was little hope for dissuading her. She made mistakes, but she knew there was no going back. After seeing a possible future in which the lack of her presence led the world to ruin, she embraced her title as Herald, even though she refused to consider herself chosen by Andraste or the Maker. She was, she saw, the only hope to stop whatever was coming, and she threw herself into the role. During that experience, when Dorian suggested that they might have to get comfortable where they were if there was no way back, Lithari snapped at him, threatening to loose an arrow if he suggested again that they wouldn't be able to change things. When Haven fell, Lithari, though injured and in deep snow, forced herself to walk the empty mountainside to try and find shelter before collapsing near the camp of the survivors. She rallied the people and led them, on Solas's advice, north to Skyhold. The subject of Cole became a debate. Vivienne insisted he was a demon, but Solas argued that he was a spirit in human form who only wanted to help. Lithari chose to let Cole stay and defended her decision fiercely.
To cross Lithari was to cross all the fury of Andruil, Goddess of the Hunt. Or, at least, so Clan Lavellan used to say about their young hunter. On occassions where Lithari felt hurt or betrayed, she showed no mercy. Her bow was always at the ready, and she used it more than once to cut down humans who threatened the camps her people had set. The revelation of Corypheus helped galvanize her position in the Inquisition because it gave her an enemy. She was no longer fighting an obscure construct or a hole in the sky. Instead, she had a physical being to hunt and kill. When the mayor of Crestwood was brought before her for drowning his own village to, supposedly, stop the Blight from spreading, her sympathy went only so far as to allow him a swift death rather than a lingering one. Even then, she had to be swayed from the idea of having him drowned by Solas, who urged her to think more carefully. To judge with her mind, not her heart. She relented that far, but she refused to let the man live for what he had done. The longer Lithari stayed with the Inquisition, the more her temper was brought to heel, but she never lost the sharpness of her arrows. Likewise, and perhaps as a cause for the calmer presence she became, Lithari took Leliana as a close confidant and encouraged the ruthlessness she found there with eliminating the enemies of the Inquisition. With Leliana as her Left Hand, rather than the Divine's, Lithari was free to allow herself to consider mercy more.
Lithari held freedom as the highest priority in all cases. She stood with the rebel mages, choosing to go to them for assistance and welcoming them into the Inquisition not as conscripts but as allies. In Emprise du Lion, Lithari fought against the Red Templars with all her might, freeing every prisoner they had taken and putting the woman who allowed it to work personally helping to rebuild the city. After foiling an assassination attempt on the empress of Orlais, Lithari sought to reconcile Empress Celene and her former lover, an elf named Briala. The two obviously still cared for one another, and Lithari urged them to reunite. A great deal of her reasoning wasn't romantic. It was, instead, to make sure that there was a voice in Celene's ear that reminded her of the suffering of the elves in the alienages, the slums they had been confined to when they had accepted the humans' truce centuries ago.
For a long while, Lithari longed for the day she could rejoin Clan Lavellan. They were her home and her family, and she had never been apart from them. Her desire was tempered, though, by the shame of having let her Keeper's first apprentice die in the Conclave. Even though she couldn't have prevented it, Lithari still considered herself responsible for not having protected him as she'd promised she would. After the vision of the future in Redcliffe, however, she saw the Inquisition in a new light. They were now her clan. When they reached Skyhold and she was named Inquisitor, Lithari realized that, though she was no mage, she was a Keeper now, and she swore herself to lead and protect and teach them as best she could. With loyalty came trust. Those who were close to her, the members of her inner circle and her advisers, were given her whole confidence. When Blackwall revealed himself to be Thom Rainier and, thus, a liar for the entire time he had known her, Lithari never forgave him. She brought him back to Skyhold and accepted him as one of her own again but only until Corypheus was defeated. After that, he was to join the Wardens and never return.
In her early childhood, Lithari was an extremely ill girl. Because of this, she was kept close to camp and often inside an aravel. There, her father taught her his skills, which included crafting bows, armor, and jewellery. Her mother taught her a different skill set. She had learned, while with her birth clan near Rivain, how to pick locks, having come into contact with humans several times. She taught Lithari everything she knew. Lithari mostly had only conversation to entertain her, so she asked questioned and begged for stories and listened to songs as attentively as she could. While she never learned to read, a skill typically only needed by Keepers and their apprentices, she learned to hunger for knowledge. When she recovered and learned to hunt, that desire was put aside for a time. The Inquisition reignited it. She was exposed to the Qunari culture by the Iron Bull. For all she disliked the sound of it, she was still fascinated to learn. Cassandra taught her of the Seekers and the Chantry, Josephine of politics, Cullen of human warfare and Templars, Varric of Kirkwall and Hawke, Dorian of the Tevinter Imperium, Vivienne of the Circle, Sera of the cities, and Solas of the secrets of the Fade. It was with Solas that she was most enthralled, especially as some of the wisdom he offered was that of her people, lost ages ago. He was also one of the few trusted with the knowledge that she couldn't read the letters sent to her or the papers she sometimes found. While she was always quick to bring books back to Skyhold, it was only with him reading to her that she could devour the information. He promised to teach her, but the final battle with Corypheus and his departure got in the way of that.
Because of her fierce devotion to her gods, Lithari had a great respect for other beliefs. She did not hold to them, but she would not forbid the worship. Her people had suffered that; she wouldn't inflict it upon others. As the Inquisition was formed by the faithful of the Chantry, Lithari considered them carefully when she ordered the improvements on Skyhold's garden. She made it a place of worship for the Andrastians, so they would know that they were as safe as anyone else under her banner. Even Bull's belief in the Qun was something she could respect, though she tried not to listen much to his talks about it, as it only made her think of the long years her people had spent in slavery, before there was even a 'Dalish' people.
By the end of the Inquisition, Lithari was not the woman she had been when she stepped out of the Fade rift in the Temple of Sacred Ashes. She had been haughty and paranoid, ready to kill anyone who crossed her path and wary of everyone. She became a calmer woman, more eager to listen than to fight, who knew the value of every life, whether it was elven, dwarven, qunari, or human. She learned the virtues and faults of her own people and those around them, and she learned to pursue her desire to learn once more. Above all else, though, she found a clan of her own, one she was tied to not because she was born to it but because she truly belonged.
Abilities/Skills:
(Detailed list here!)
- archer
- negotiator
- tactician
- tracking
- stealth
- arcane Elven knowledge (specific to Thedas)
- commander
- enhanced night vision
- trap making
- poison
Strengths/Weaknesses:
- proud
- quick
- stealthy
- paranoid
- illiterate (learning Elvish but cannot read Common)
- excellent balance
Items:
- Armor of the Great Bear: made from Great Bear leather
- Dragon's Teeth: bow fashioned out of dragon bone
- field knife
- quiver of arrows
- leather tie for her hair
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
I've heard of messenger crystals before, and I guess this is like one of those? It's strange, but... No stranger than a giant hole in the sky and a Dalish being the Herald of Andraste. So, it's happening.
But--
[She sighs a little.]
Do I sleep anywhere? Or-- Someone mentioned an assignment. But it's-- I think it's written?
And whatever language it's in, I can't read it.
Prose/Action Sample:
"Creators," Lithari swore as she stayed low. She moved carefully, every step chosen with the greatest of caution. One wrong step, and a sound might alert whatever was out there of exactly where she was. She'd stayed downwind so far, and that was how she wanted it to stay. "Andruil, Goddes of the Hunt, I ask for your help now."
She drew back the arrow in her bow and slowly raised herself. The armour on the creature that called this world its home was thick, but she'd watched it. She knew where the creases were, where something might penetrate.
"Hey!"
She called out to the horned beast, and it turned, bearing its teeth. A carnivore desperate for another meal, she knew. Her stomach coiled as it began to run at her.
Lithari counted the seconds as it barreled toward her. She kept her bowstring taut. Finally, it leapt at her.
That was when she fell to one knee, took aim, and fired. She watched as the plates shifted, and her arrow buried between the three pieces, finding soft flesh. The beast fell, writhing in agony. Quickly, the elf scrambled to her feet and pulled the knife free from her belt to slit the throat of the giant creature. It gave a dying bleat and shuddered fiercely.
She took a deep breath, keeping knelt to try and regain her breath.
The thing was dead; she wasn't.
Then, she heard steps. Too many steps to be anyone sneaking around. From the pace and voice she heard -- someone muttering under their breath -- it had to be someone else from the ship. When they came into view, she flashed a faint, faint smile and muttered, "You're a little late."
Are you 16 or older: Yes!
Contact:
Current Characters: Illya Kuryakin
Tag: lithari lavellen
IN CHARACTER
Name: Lithari of Clan Lavellan
Canon: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Canon Point: post-game, pre-Trespasser
Age: early twenties
History: Plot summary : Game decisions
Personality:
At first glance, Lithari was everything a Dalish elf should be. She was proud, stubborn, fierce, devoted to freedom, and loyal to her clan. Yet, she was also curious and more tolerant than her kind were often known for being.
The Dalish considered themselves "true elves." They were the descendants from the elves who chose, when their homeland was conquered by humans, to live as nomads rather than abandon their religion and live in the slums of human cities. While much of their history and lore was lost, the Dalish clung tightly to what they know and have surmised over the centuries. Lithari valued her heritage and had no patience for its dismissal. It was originally a point of contention between both her and Solas and her and Sera. Sera was dismissive of the Dalish way of life altogether, and Solas stated that many of the things they practiced were misinformed. Lithari also considered the idea of the Freeman of the Dales -- an 'army' of Orlesian deserters who had taken up refuge on the Exalted Plains and the Emerald Graves, both once part of the Dalish homeland known as the Dales -- a personal insult. She took great pleasure in hunting down every company and making sure none of them lived to continue calling themselves that. Even when offered the opportunity to have her vallaslin -- the blood writing on a Dalish's face -- removed by Solas, Lithari refused. He told her that their history was as slave markings, and she answered that they had a different meaning now. Now, they were a symbol of devotion to a patron god and the indication of adulthood. When the time came, at the Temple of Mythal, to decide the fate of the Well of Sorrows, Lithari refused to allow Morrigan to drink from it. Morrigan was human and eager to get her hands on the power of the well, while Lithari saw it as a source of ancient knowledge and history, all of which had been lost to her people. Therefore, she drank from it herself, even though the voices were almost impossible to discern.
Once Lithari set on a course, there was little hope for dissuading her. She made mistakes, but she knew there was no going back. After seeing a possible future in which the lack of her presence led the world to ruin, she embraced her title as Herald, even though she refused to consider herself chosen by Andraste or the Maker. She was, she saw, the only hope to stop whatever was coming, and she threw herself into the role. During that experience, when Dorian suggested that they might have to get comfortable where they were if there was no way back, Lithari snapped at him, threatening to loose an arrow if he suggested again that they wouldn't be able to change things. When Haven fell, Lithari, though injured and in deep snow, forced herself to walk the empty mountainside to try and find shelter before collapsing near the camp of the survivors. She rallied the people and led them, on Solas's advice, north to Skyhold. The subject of Cole became a debate. Vivienne insisted he was a demon, but Solas argued that he was a spirit in human form who only wanted to help. Lithari chose to let Cole stay and defended her decision fiercely.
To cross Lithari was to cross all the fury of Andruil, Goddess of the Hunt. Or, at least, so Clan Lavellan used to say about their young hunter. On occassions where Lithari felt hurt or betrayed, she showed no mercy. Her bow was always at the ready, and she used it more than once to cut down humans who threatened the camps her people had set. The revelation of Corypheus helped galvanize her position in the Inquisition because it gave her an enemy. She was no longer fighting an obscure construct or a hole in the sky. Instead, she had a physical being to hunt and kill. When the mayor of Crestwood was brought before her for drowning his own village to, supposedly, stop the Blight from spreading, her sympathy went only so far as to allow him a swift death rather than a lingering one. Even then, she had to be swayed from the idea of having him drowned by Solas, who urged her to think more carefully. To judge with her mind, not her heart. She relented that far, but she refused to let the man live for what he had done. The longer Lithari stayed with the Inquisition, the more her temper was brought to heel, but she never lost the sharpness of her arrows. Likewise, and perhaps as a cause for the calmer presence she became, Lithari took Leliana as a close confidant and encouraged the ruthlessness she found there with eliminating the enemies of the Inquisition. With Leliana as her Left Hand, rather than the Divine's, Lithari was free to allow herself to consider mercy more.
Lithari held freedom as the highest priority in all cases. She stood with the rebel mages, choosing to go to them for assistance and welcoming them into the Inquisition not as conscripts but as allies. In Emprise du Lion, Lithari fought against the Red Templars with all her might, freeing every prisoner they had taken and putting the woman who allowed it to work personally helping to rebuild the city. After foiling an assassination attempt on the empress of Orlais, Lithari sought to reconcile Empress Celene and her former lover, an elf named Briala. The two obviously still cared for one another, and Lithari urged them to reunite. A great deal of her reasoning wasn't romantic. It was, instead, to make sure that there was a voice in Celene's ear that reminded her of the suffering of the elves in the alienages, the slums they had been confined to when they had accepted the humans' truce centuries ago.
For a long while, Lithari longed for the day she could rejoin Clan Lavellan. They were her home and her family, and she had never been apart from them. Her desire was tempered, though, by the shame of having let her Keeper's first apprentice die in the Conclave. Even though she couldn't have prevented it, Lithari still considered herself responsible for not having protected him as she'd promised she would. After the vision of the future in Redcliffe, however, she saw the Inquisition in a new light. They were now her clan. When they reached Skyhold and she was named Inquisitor, Lithari realized that, though she was no mage, she was a Keeper now, and she swore herself to lead and protect and teach them as best she could. With loyalty came trust. Those who were close to her, the members of her inner circle and her advisers, were given her whole confidence. When Blackwall revealed himself to be Thom Rainier and, thus, a liar for the entire time he had known her, Lithari never forgave him. She brought him back to Skyhold and accepted him as one of her own again but only until Corypheus was defeated. After that, he was to join the Wardens and never return.
In her early childhood, Lithari was an extremely ill girl. Because of this, she was kept close to camp and often inside an aravel. There, her father taught her his skills, which included crafting bows, armor, and jewellery. Her mother taught her a different skill set. She had learned, while with her birth clan near Rivain, how to pick locks, having come into contact with humans several times. She taught Lithari everything she knew. Lithari mostly had only conversation to entertain her, so she asked questioned and begged for stories and listened to songs as attentively as she could. While she never learned to read, a skill typically only needed by Keepers and their apprentices, she learned to hunger for knowledge. When she recovered and learned to hunt, that desire was put aside for a time. The Inquisition reignited it. She was exposed to the Qunari culture by the Iron Bull. For all she disliked the sound of it, she was still fascinated to learn. Cassandra taught her of the Seekers and the Chantry, Josephine of politics, Cullen of human warfare and Templars, Varric of Kirkwall and Hawke, Dorian of the Tevinter Imperium, Vivienne of the Circle, Sera of the cities, and Solas of the secrets of the Fade. It was with Solas that she was most enthralled, especially as some of the wisdom he offered was that of her people, lost ages ago. He was also one of the few trusted with the knowledge that she couldn't read the letters sent to her or the papers she sometimes found. While she was always quick to bring books back to Skyhold, it was only with him reading to her that she could devour the information. He promised to teach her, but the final battle with Corypheus and his departure got in the way of that.
Because of her fierce devotion to her gods, Lithari had a great respect for other beliefs. She did not hold to them, but she would not forbid the worship. Her people had suffered that; she wouldn't inflict it upon others. As the Inquisition was formed by the faithful of the Chantry, Lithari considered them carefully when she ordered the improvements on Skyhold's garden. She made it a place of worship for the Andrastians, so they would know that they were as safe as anyone else under her banner. Even Bull's belief in the Qun was something she could respect, though she tried not to listen much to his talks about it, as it only made her think of the long years her people had spent in slavery, before there was even a 'Dalish' people.
By the end of the Inquisition, Lithari was not the woman she had been when she stepped out of the Fade rift in the Temple of Sacred Ashes. She had been haughty and paranoid, ready to kill anyone who crossed her path and wary of everyone. She became a calmer woman, more eager to listen than to fight, who knew the value of every life, whether it was elven, dwarven, qunari, or human. She learned the virtues and faults of her own people and those around them, and she learned to pursue her desire to learn once more. Above all else, though, she found a clan of her own, one she was tied to not because she was born to it but because she truly belonged.
Abilities/Skills:
(Detailed list here!)
- archer
- negotiator
- tactician
- tracking
- stealth
- arcane Elven knowledge (specific to Thedas)
- commander
- enhanced night vision
- trap making
- poison
Strengths/Weaknesses:
- proud
- quick
- stealthy
- paranoid
- illiterate (learning Elvish but cannot read Common)
- excellent balance
Items:
- Armor of the Great Bear: made from Great Bear leather
- Dragon's Teeth: bow fashioned out of dragon bone
- field knife
- quiver of arrows
- leather tie for her hair
SAMPLES
Network Sample:
I've heard of messenger crystals before, and I guess this is like one of those? It's strange, but... No stranger than a giant hole in the sky and a Dalish being the Herald of Andraste. So, it's happening.
But--
[She sighs a little.]
Do I sleep anywhere? Or-- Someone mentioned an assignment. But it's-- I think it's written?
And whatever language it's in, I can't read it.
Prose/Action Sample:
"Creators," Lithari swore as she stayed low. She moved carefully, every step chosen with the greatest of caution. One wrong step, and a sound might alert whatever was out there of exactly where she was. She'd stayed downwind so far, and that was how she wanted it to stay. "Andruil, Goddes of the Hunt, I ask for your help now."
She drew back the arrow in her bow and slowly raised herself. The armour on the creature that called this world its home was thick, but she'd watched it. She knew where the creases were, where something might penetrate.
"Hey!"
She called out to the horned beast, and it turned, bearing its teeth. A carnivore desperate for another meal, she knew. Her stomach coiled as it began to run at her.
Lithari counted the seconds as it barreled toward her. She kept her bowstring taut. Finally, it leapt at her.
That was when she fell to one knee, took aim, and fired. She watched as the plates shifted, and her arrow buried between the three pieces, finding soft flesh. The beast fell, writhing in agony. Quickly, the elf scrambled to her feet and pulled the knife free from her belt to slit the throat of the giant creature. It gave a dying bleat and shuddered fiercely.
She took a deep breath, keeping knelt to try and regain her breath.
The thing was dead; she wasn't.
Then, she heard steps. Too many steps to be anyone sneaking around. From the pace and voice she heard -- someone muttering under their breath -- it had to be someone else from the ship. When they came into view, she flashed a faint, faint smile and muttered, "You're a little late."