Alistair FitzTheirin

   

PERSONALITY 

Loyal: having or showing continuous allegiance.
Once his loyalty is won it is hard to shake his faith in a person. He is however more inclined to loyalty to a person, and by extension the group they are attached to, then a group itself. The only exception to this is Ferelden, for he is loyal and fiercely protective of his country.

Courageous: able to face and deal with danger without fear, valiant.
Some would say that he is brave to the point of recklessness, but none can argue that he is anything but brave.
One of the only things that can make him hesitate and show fear is facing dragons.

Caring: feeling and exhibiting concern and empathy for others.
One of the first things that is noticeable about the sort of man he is, he is most of all caring towards nearly everyone he meets and even towards his enemies he is not cruel if he can help it. His friends and loved ones get the 'most' of this concern, having been called a "mother hen" more often then once in his life. 

Altruistic: unselfish concern for the welfare of others, selflessness.
It is hard for him to turn away from those in need, giving as much as of himself to those who need him as he can, sometimes more then he afford to give. In his mind however, he can do things most people can not, physically and to a degree politically, why should he not use it for the benefit of others if he can?

Emotional: (of a person) having feelings that are easily excited and openly displayed.
Prone to acting on his emotions, it is not hard for one to tell what he is thinking or feeling as he will often say or show it in some fashion. One could say that he wears his heart on his sleeve, for better or for worse.

Witty: showing or characterized by quick and inventive verbal humor.
A quick tongue that lends itself to jokes is one of the first things people notice about him. Inclined to jokes more then serious comments can lead those around him to think he is incapable of being serious, but he would not have survived long in his position among the Wardens if was not. it is merely that he doesn't see the point of being serious and "gloomy" all the time. The world is a dark enough place without adding to it.
Also a love of puns that can get annoying to some.

Self-Depreciating: modest about or critical of oneself, especially humorously so.
Humble: having or showing a modest or low estimate of one's own importance.
As quick as his tongue is, it is equally quick that his jokes are turned in on himself. He will discredit himself and his abilities seemingly without thinking of what he is doing. The truth is he knows well what he is saying but holds some doubt to the things he talks down about and his own self-worth. It is better then it was in his youth, the time of the Blight and years after helping him grow into himself, but the doubt still lingers in the back of his mind.

Deceptive: giving an appearance or impression different from the true one; misleading.
This mostly displays itself in that he acts like he is less and simpler then he really is. Acts the fool so people will underestimate his intelligence. In his youth he used it to make people expect less of him so if he messed up no one would be overly disappointed in him, but time has had him putting aside that reasoning.

Judgmental: having or displaying an excessively critical point of view.
As a result of being raised primarily by people directly affected (servants and such) by the Orlesian occupation of his homeland, he was raised to be mistrustful and judgmental towards Orlais and it's people. He will look down upon things from Orlais and assume the worst of it's people. A part of him knows this is wrong but is a hard habit to break and one he hasn't tried very hard to.

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APPEARANCE  

Height: Five feet, ten inches.
Hair: Strawberry blonde in colour, he generally keeps it cut short so as to keep it out of his face. Until recently it was grown long, long enough to have a braid in the Ferelden style in it tucked behind and ear, but he cut it short to help change his appearance while on the run. Generally has some facial hair grown out as well, but never quite manages a full beard.
Eyes: Hazel that is more brown, they are normal looking human eyes in most light. However his, unknown to him, elf blood gives him an ability to see better in low light and the dark then pure-blooded humans. As a result in certain lights they have a gleam/shimmer similar to the glow that the eyes of elves have.
Build: Muscular without being bulky, reference images [x][x].

Attire: Most often found wearing a Warden uniform, with or without the armor over it. When in casual clothes he tends to wear
Warden colours as well, leaning to blues and greys and blacks. The sword he wields more often then not is his father's sword, made from dragonbone and covered in blue runes, the only reason he might not is if such a sword sticks out more then he can afford.

   

Maric Theirin (deceased)

Born the 7th of Justinian in 9:10 Dragon and named Alistair Fitz, he is the younger son of King Maric Theirin and his birth was an accident, never meant to happen. This Alistair knew and knew well. Though he never knew his mother was elf, mage and Grey Warden instead of a maid he was always told that she was. Alive and not dead. Nor that it was she who made his father promise to send him away. So sent away he was, to the care of Arl Eamon Guerrin of Redcliffe.

He was given a room of his own, though not among the noble family or really in the castle proper but among the servants. That a bastard babe was given a private room made some of the servants resent him. His earliest memories mostly involve those of his Nan, the elven woman who raised him before she was sent away when he turned five. It was between ages five and nine that he was forced to sleep among the hounds of the castle, though he never complained or spoke up to try and get it stopped.

After all he had been raised that he should be grateful for what he was given and to not question it. All through the years that he lived at Redcliffe he tried to gain the affection of his ‘guardian’, taking what bits of affection he was given and glad for it. Though it was his Nan and Bann Teagan who showed him the most affection and he remembered the fondest after he was sent away, missing them the most.

From ages nine to thirteen he was in the care of the Sisters of the Chantry, clear long before thirteen that he was not suited for a life as a Brother but they stubbornly tried to fit him to the mold. Eventually they washed their hands of him and sent him onward to the Templars, the only place among the Chantry that he might fit in. And he did fit in as far as enjoying learning how to use sword and spear and all of the martial skills of the Templars. It was the other parts he was less then enthusiastic about and this lack is why he still had not taken his vows or stood his Vigil when his nineteenth birthday came and went. The Revered Mother had decided however that either way he would be taking them and sent to his duties.

It was then that the Grey Warden Duncan arrived and eventually recruited him, invoking the Right of Conscription for while Alistair himself was willing to escape the leash of the Templars the Revered Mother was less willing to let him go. But even she could not argue the Right of Conscription.

The following six months were the closest he’d ever felt in his life to having a home and family, his new brothers not caring one whit that he was a bastard. Their teasing was good-natured instead of meant to mock. Then King Cailan called for an army to quell a rising darkspawn horde and the Wardens were called with them, Alistair following his mentor more then willing to Ostagar.

At Ostagar he saw his half-brother for the first time in his life and any doubts he’d had to his parentage were laid to rest when he saw the resemblance he held to the King. It was at Ostagar that he excitedly meet one of the heroes of his childhood, making what he thought was a fool of himself in front of Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir. But there were other things to worry over, such as leading the three newest recruits to the Grey Wardens into the Wilds to prepare for their Joining, though only one of the three survived it in the end.

One Jenae Amell, a mage recruited from the Circle.

Then came a night and a battle that changed his entire life, changed the entire face of Ferelden. A death of a king, a betrayal and the screams of an Archdemon in his mind.

A Blight had come to Ferelden and there were only two living Wardens to face it, one hardly trained and one brand new. But Alistair followed her for that horrible year, eventually traveling with the strangest group he could have imagined but they had become another family to him and he felt guilty thinking it but he felt closer to them then he had to even the slain Grey Wardens who had accepted him so readily.

It was at the Landsmeet he almost made a choice that he knew later he would have regretted had he made it but Jenae choosing to not slay Loghain for his crimes but conscripting him instead made anger burn in him. Almost had he thrown words at her, breaking his ties to her and leaving, only his sense of duty and the fact the Archdemon still lived staying his tongue. Though it did not stay his anger, especially not when Loghain survived the Joining against all odds. It was only the risk of very likely death that made him turn back towards her with a tentative olive branch instead of a harsh tongue. He didn’t want one of them to die with the regret of his anger.

And begrudgingly he had to admit that Loghain fought bravely against the Archdemon.

The Archdemon was slain in the end and he turned his attention to helping rebuild his damaged country, glad that it was Anora still on the throne who wanted it instead of him. Though they seemed intent on giving him a position to lead anyways, thankfully at least the second in command rather then Warden-Commander.

He was content enough to just be a Warden, though he adopted the surname of ‘FitzTheirin’ with everyone knowing the secret of his birth. Traveled the country helping those he could and searching for recruits to send back to Vigil’s Keep. Returned himself only near the end of the darkspawn assault on the Keep and it was the fact that he was needed there that made him stay, taking up his duties properly instead of traveling around with them.

The next ten years of his life passed relatively the same, doing his duties, often traveling for them even if he would have preferred just staying in Amaranthine and at Vigil’s Keep.

When Jenae left on a quest of her own making to search for a cure for the Calling, he was left in charge as the Acting Warden-Commander of Ferelden.

But then there was a hole torn in the sky and a song singing in his mind, calling to him. The Warden-Commander of Orlais was not his Commander but he answered her call anyways, hoping she had an answer for what was happening. She did not but she had a foolish answer to another when he learned he was not alone in hearing the Calling. Every Warden who had answered her was as well and the implication terrified him. Her solution however was not the answer and he said as much, loudly enough that it apparently gained him a target on his back.

So for the second time in his life he fled, branded a traitor...