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OOC:
I apologize for taking so long! School really caught up with me. Since we already plotted, I'll kick us off!
IC:
"Only the strong survive. Never allow others to dictate how you live. You can only rely on yourself in this desperate world, my son."
Those were the last words Zaos ever received from his father. While receiving his Vallaslin, his father surprisingly allowed him to cry and show the pain he was enduring. His father did not want him to appear weak to any other elves he came across, even if the ceremony was illegitimate and done incorrectly. After that fateful day, he never saw his father again. Forced to live on his own, the young elf crawled his way to the Korkari wildes to seek shelter and was met with a greater gift. An elderly woman by the name of Flemmeth aided him in his survival, teaching him what and what not to eat, how to hunt and cook, and how to brew potions. He owed every bit of knowledge to that woman, splitting off onto his own path at 18. Zaos survived on his own from there on out, deciding to finally search for his mother. He had no memory of her, seeing as he was forced out and into the arms of his father. It took him years to even find who she was, much less which clan she belonged to. It was as if she was only ever spoken about in whispers--she was treated as some ghost. Once he did find out who and where she came from, he set out towards the Hinterlands to find as much information as he could. Upon arriving at the tribe, chaos and blood were pouring from every direction. Daemons were devouring the children, fathers attempting to salvage their families. Horror overtook him as bodies lay boneless- nothing but a mush of guts and crimson. He found who was controlling such creatures, watching as the hideous creature called upon warriors from the fade. So, Zaos put a stop to it. He ran at the beast, ripping the orb from his hand. The only memory he had after that was a searing pain in his right arm.
It wasn't until later did he awake. The mass of bodies had grown from the last time he viewed the graveyard, the silence unnerving. The brunette did the only thing he could; run. He ran far away, retreating back to the Korkari wildes to live in peace. If only peace were an option now. It wasn't a few days later did the voices come. They began to explain what had happened- he had grabbed a powerful calling device that had now implanted into the palm of his hand. An "Anchor", as they called it. It was confusing, but Zaos grew accustomed to such great power. With such an ability, word spread like wildfire over Thedas. Many stories arose- another Herald of Andraste, Kin of Mythal, and his personal favorite; Fade Wolf. It was a play on word of the Dread Wolf- Fen'harel. Seeing as they both would have a strong connection to the fade.
Not but a year later did the Inquisition came for him. They offered him a position; to stay by the side of the Herald. To become their ally until the end. How could he refuse? To work closely beside the Inquisitor and take down the monster who destroyed his clan? Of course, he said yes. He refused to give them his name, asking to be called as the 'Fade Wolf'. He was mysterious, yes, and he wished to keep it that way. He will still wear his cloak that covers his face and body, especially in public. Rarely is he seen without it, leaving his appearance up to imagination.
He was present when Leo traveled to Redcliffe in order to get in contact with the mages. He was present for the disasters that occurred after. Zaos had tried his hardest to bring the inquisitor and the mage by the name of Dorian back, but they managed to do so on their own. He aided in defeating the madman Alexius. Zaos had been present in most major events to happen involving the Inquisitor except for the Conclave--he trusted Leo with his life. With such a connection, he also soon became connected to those around him--mainly one Tevinter Magister in specific.
Dorian was an interesting, cocky, sarcastic man who never ceased to surprise the Fade Wolf. His curiosity knew no bounds, and neither did his endless questions. Zaos had been trying to keep his identity hidden, but the other had been insisting on knowing his name, what he looked like, and where he came from. The smaller male managed to escape each conversation with his secrets intact, but he had no idea how much longer that would last.
As of now, the Inquisition had moved to a wonderful fortress by the name of Skyhold after the battle with Corypheus left Haven buried under mountains of snow. They found the place roughly a few weeks ago, and everyone was finally getting settled. Zaos was holed away in his room, finish potions and flash grenades he had been working on for the shemlan herald he had befriended. His room was wonderful--it had a small balcony, it was secluded, and it was quiet--all that he needed. He had finished the last health potion, knowing he needed to go to the library to gather more books. He had more potions he wanted to create, and the Skyhold library would have what he needed. So, the brunette elf moved away from his crafting table, grabbed his dark brown cloak, put it on as he always did, and moved towards the library. The cloak came down to his feet, making his movements mirror those of a Shade gliding across the floor. He was as elegant as he was mysterious--Zaos knew that much. It took the quiet male no time to reach the library, muttering greetings to those as he passed them. His cloaked figure was soon stopped by a bookcase, shrouded cornflower blue eyes scanning the spines of books in search of the one he needed. He would report to Leopold after this, giving him the potions he has made thus far. It would not take long for him to craft the others, and meeting up with the human would give him notice as to how quickly the others were needed as well.
(I will add Josephine in the next post!)
I apologize for taking so long! School really caught up with me. Since we already plotted, I'll kick us off!
IC:
"Only the strong survive. Never allow others to dictate how you live. You can only rely on yourself in this desperate world, my son."
Those were the last words Zaos ever received from his father. While receiving his Vallaslin, his father surprisingly allowed him to cry and show the pain he was enduring. His father did not want him to appear weak to any other elves he came across, even if the ceremony was illegitimate and done incorrectly. After that fateful day, he never saw his father again. Forced to live on his own, the young elf crawled his way to the Korkari wildes to seek shelter and was met with a greater gift. An elderly woman by the name of Flemmeth aided him in his survival, teaching him what and what not to eat, how to hunt and cook, and how to brew potions. He owed every bit of knowledge to that woman, splitting off onto his own path at 18. Zaos survived on his own from there on out, deciding to finally search for his mother. He had no memory of her, seeing as he was forced out and into the arms of his father. It took him years to even find who she was, much less which clan she belonged to. It was as if she was only ever spoken about in whispers--she was treated as some ghost. Once he did find out who and where she came from, he set out towards the Hinterlands to find as much information as he could. Upon arriving at the tribe, chaos and blood were pouring from every direction. Daemons were devouring the children, fathers attempting to salvage their families. Horror overtook him as bodies lay boneless- nothing but a mush of guts and crimson. He found who was controlling such creatures, watching as the hideous creature called upon warriors from the fade. So, Zaos put a stop to it. He ran at the beast, ripping the orb from his hand. The only memory he had after that was a searing pain in his right arm.
It wasn't until later did he awake. The mass of bodies had grown from the last time he viewed the graveyard, the silence unnerving. The brunette did the only thing he could; run. He ran far away, retreating back to the Korkari wildes to live in peace. If only peace were an option now. It wasn't a few days later did the voices come. They began to explain what had happened- he had grabbed a powerful calling device that had now implanted into the palm of his hand. An "Anchor", as they called it. It was confusing, but Zaos grew accustomed to such great power. With such an ability, word spread like wildfire over Thedas. Many stories arose- another Herald of Andraste, Kin of Mythal, and his personal favorite; Fade Wolf. It was a play on word of the Dread Wolf- Fen'harel. Seeing as they both would have a strong connection to the fade.
Not but a year later did the Inquisition came for him. They offered him a position; to stay by the side of the Herald. To become their ally until the end. How could he refuse? To work closely beside the Inquisitor and take down the monster who destroyed his clan? Of course, he said yes. He refused to give them his name, asking to be called as the 'Fade Wolf'. He was mysterious, yes, and he wished to keep it that way. He will still wear his cloak that covers his face and body, especially in public. Rarely is he seen without it, leaving his appearance up to imagination.
He was present when Leo traveled to Redcliffe in order to get in contact with the mages. He was present for the disasters that occurred after. Zaos had tried his hardest to bring the inquisitor and the mage by the name of Dorian back, but they managed to do so on their own. He aided in defeating the madman Alexius. Zaos had been present in most major events to happen involving the Inquisitor except for the Conclave--he trusted Leo with his life. With such a connection, he also soon became connected to those around him--mainly one Tevinter Magister in specific.
Dorian was an interesting, cocky, sarcastic man who never ceased to surprise the Fade Wolf. His curiosity knew no bounds, and neither did his endless questions. Zaos had been trying to keep his identity hidden, but the other had been insisting on knowing his name, what he looked like, and where he came from. The smaller male managed to escape each conversation with his secrets intact, but he had no idea how much longer that would last.
As of now, the Inquisition had moved to a wonderful fortress by the name of Skyhold after the battle with Corypheus left Haven buried under mountains of snow. They found the place roughly a few weeks ago, and everyone was finally getting settled. Zaos was holed away in his room, finish potions and flash grenades he had been working on for the shemlan herald he had befriended. His room was wonderful--it had a small balcony, it was secluded, and it was quiet--all that he needed. He had finished the last health potion, knowing he needed to go to the library to gather more books. He had more potions he wanted to create, and the Skyhold library would have what he needed. So, the brunette elf moved away from his crafting table, grabbed his dark brown cloak, put it on as he always did, and moved towards the library. The cloak came down to his feet, making his movements mirror those of a Shade gliding across the floor. He was as elegant as he was mysterious--Zaos knew that much. It took the quiet male no time to reach the library, muttering greetings to those as he passed them. His cloaked figure was soon stopped by a bookcase, shrouded cornflower blue eyes scanning the spines of books in search of the one he needed. He would report to Leopold after this, giving him the potions he has made thus far. It would not take long for him to craft the others, and meeting up with the human would give him notice as to how quickly the others were needed as well.
(I will add Josephine in the next post!)