Post by Eleri Daviau on Oct 23, 2014 0:01:27 GMT -5
[attr="class","main"] [attr="class","imgdiv"] [attr="class","name"]Eleri Daviau [attr="class","race"]Orlesian, Elf
[attr="class","infoh"]Physical Attributes
[attr="class","infoc"]Most people in Thedas would overlook Eleri, and that's just how she likes it. She is average in appearance, there is nothing truly noteworthy about her looks. The only thing that would draw one's eye is a rather large scar that goes over her right eye. She has various other scars, but those are much more easily concealed. She has the typical elven build, with a slender frame and face, and she is generally much shorter than humans. Aside from her scars, the only other unusual feature she has is that Eleri is left handed. Eleri has dark, reddish-brown hair that she usually keeps very short, chopping it off whenever it gets too long. This adds to her rough appearance, as her hair looks as disheveled as the rest of her appearance. Most of her clothing is worn, ragged and much too large, hanging off of her slender frame. The only thing she seems to take care of is her set of daggers. They always look nice, a stark contrast to the rest of her appearance. [attr="class","infoh"]Personality
[attr="class","infoc"]Eleri is rather rough around the edges to say the least. She tends to act on her impulses and is often the aggressor in a situation. She is usually wary of anyone approaching her as a friend, simply because in the world she had lived in, it was every man for himself. No one wants to be your friend unless it’s beneficial for them, so she often thinks of what she gets out of being friendly with this person versus being surly with them. This is especially applied to anyone who isn't an elf, as living in Orlais has made her extremely racist toward humans. She lets it cloud her judgement of both humans and other elves. Outside of her racism, though, Eleri is fairly good at reading people, though in more criminal terms. She knows when someone is usually being sincere or not, she knows how to talk to people, and she knows what scams and cons to use. This also helps her in not be scammed or pick pocketed herself, when she's in a city. She often tries to blend in with the crowd, but Eleri has a tendency to be hot-headed, and her temper gets the better of her half of the time. When she isn't having explosive outbursts, however, she's fairly good at remaining inconspicuous. She is slow to form deep connections, and believes no one but other elves will truly understand the hardships she’s faced. Though extremely uneducated, Eleri is not a fool. She lives by her wits and often finds herself in precarious situations. She uses her surroundings or situation to her advantage, and often goads her opponents into attacking her or coming in close. She comes up with rather unusual solutions to some of the problems she encounters, by not being too discerning about how she gets out of them. Everything and everyone is fair game to her. [attr="class","infoh"]Background [attr="class","infoc"]It was Eleri’s misfortune to born an elf in Orlais. Growing up in Val Royeaux, Eleri has spent most of her childhood behind the massive walls that hide the alienage from the rest of the city. She was the first child born to Valerie and Alrik Daviau, her brother Corin following three years later. Though she lived in a poor environment, Eleri didn't see things that way. She made a game out of being a criminal, until her mother told her to stop, anyways. Her father decided that if she were going to adapt to the criminal life that was prevalent in an alienage, she might as well learn a few things. Eleri’s father was her main mentor, teaching her how to pickpockets as well as where to acquire some useful goods. He taught her how to hide in plain sight as well as in the shadows. It never occurred to her that her father being a thief was strange; that was simply how things were. Everyone was at least a little bit of a crook, right? She learned things like cooking and sewing from her mother, even though Eleri thought that these skills were boring. She would later find them invaluable assets. Her father was also the one to teach her knife fighting and throwing as well as unarmed combat. He told her that it was always good to have more than one ace up your sleeve. He attempted to teach Corin these things, but the younger child was not interested and on top of that, didn't have the natural aptitude for the knife like his sister did. As Eleri grew up, she began to hate the walls rather than accept them, and began to see the alienage as less of a safe place for elves, and more as a place where elves and everyone else that was deigned undesirable for the Orlesian elite to even lay their eyes upon. At twelve years old, she’d discovered that appearances and money were all the elite cared about. She’s hated them ever since. About a year after her realization, however, her father’s luck ran out. He’d been bolder than he should’ve been and had been caught stealing. Alrik was lucky to only lose a hand for it, as the punishment could’ve been much worse especially since he was an elf. With her father’s hand gone and their main income compromised, Eleri had to band together with her mother to take care of the family. It was time to put her skills to the test. Eleri and her mother manage to put food on the table for a long while; Eleri had inherited her father’s old contacts, and had gotten good enough to do a couple of jobs running “errands” and some such things. A year passed this way with relative ease, until her brother Corin started showing signs of magic. It was a blessing in several ways to send Corin off to the circle; there were less people to take care of at home and everyone knew that mages were well taken care of. He’d have a better life than any of them ever could. That just left Eleri to take care of her mother and father, and since her mother would be able to provide for the family, it was time to start thinking of marriage. Things were beginning to look up, and Eleri started to learn the common tongue, since her chosen groom lived in Ferelden. Her father got better at doing things one handed, and life was good. She’d be moving out soon, and maybe Ferelden wouldn’t be so bad. Her dad had originally been from there, after all. This was simply not meant to be, however. Though Eleri did a lot of morally questionable things, killing someone wasn’t something she would do under normal circumstances, or at all. She had simply meant to frighten away a human boy who’d been harassing one of her friends. She had never thought that he’d be pushed into her while her knife was out. She never thought he'd die. At the age of eighteen, she had blood on her hands. Someone had framed her for murder. Why though? Eleri supposed she’d never know the answer to that, as she'd been used as a means to an end. The victim she'd 'killed' had been a noble. A low ranking noble, but a noble nonetheless. There wasn't going to be any going to prison for her 'crime'. She was going to die if she stayed in the city, so her only option was to leave. Quickly grabbing her necessities, Eleri used all of her savings to buy her way out of the city; as far away from it as possible, heading deep into Ferelden. She found herself in the wilderness, but with next to no idea how to survive in it she quickly became sick from eating the wrong plants. She never encountered the mythical Dalish, and she avoided any human people who lived out where she did. How was she going to survive, then? Eleri reverted to the one thing she knew best, crime. It was easy enough to set up shop near pockets of villages and become a highway bandit; robbing people of their coin and food was better than trying to figure what wouldn’t kill her in the forest, and maybe she'd eventually learn how to live off the land. For now, she did what came naturally. Robbing people. It isn't her ideal life, but she'll make do. |