Cíwen Atheriel Sept 5, 2017 15:38:07 GMT -5
Post by Cíwen Atheriel on Sept 5, 2017 15:38:07 GMT -5
Account Name: Danward
Display Name: Cíwen Atheriel
Character Full Name: Cíwen Atheriel
Birth date: Guardian 3rd
Height: 5' 4"
Build: Slender, frail and unathletic
Marital status: Single
Occupation(s): Civilan Servant
Hair: Ash White, falling just below the shoulders in soft curls
Eyes: Wide and doe like her eyes are sky blue in color with flecks of green
Other: Small jeweled clasp in hair. Vallaslin of Fen'Harel
Weapons: Bow And Arrow
Usual Garments/Armor: Simple dress, lilac in coloring with faint hand stitched emblems.
Inventory: Bow and Arrow, few poultices
Basic Skill(s): Gathering herbs and spices, brewing poultices.
Trade Skill(s): N/A
Languages: Basic Elven and Common Tongue
In-Game Skill(s): Evasion, Deft Hands II
Combat Talents/Spells: Melee Archer, Aim, Defensive fire and tier II herbalism
Sustained Abilities: Summon Wolf, Aim
Passive Abilities: N/A
Activated Abilities: Accuracy, Rapid Shot
Generally speaking, Ciwen is a shy girl. She does not go out of her way to make friends and would often prefer to sit down in a corner and watch the world pass. During her time within the Alienage in Denerim, she had a lot of friends. She considered them family. Having moved on from there to settle within a Dalish clan, she's right back where she started. She knows they do not take too kindly to outsiders. So she does what she needs to do, keeping herself to herself. She's friendly and easy enough to get on with. She's honest but equally open-minded.
Cíwen is extremely naive, she knows little about the world and the danger that lurks in every corner. Due to her rather compassionate nature, she makes for a poor rogue. She does not wish to hurt anything or anyone and would rather avoid confrontation then start it. Perhaps it may be seen as cowardly to a degree. Yet, simply running away has often solved a majority of problems. As for her skill with the bow and arrow that is essentially non-existence. Although a steady hand she does have, she does not have the killer instinct. With Compassion come mercy, she would rather offer a thief a second chance than to outright kill them. Her entire view of the world is narrow and limited to the alienage.
When it comes to negative traits, Ciwen is kind-hearted, so the very aspect of hating something seems impossible. However, she may certainly 'strongly' dislike an individual. But she is not one to hold a grudge. Therefore she wouldn't wish any ill-will upon them or anyone. She will often keep such thoughts and feelings to herself. Naturally, any and all who oppose her family and friends she instantly dislikes. But once again, she would not outright wish harm on her enemy. Unfortunately, how innocent and shy she may appear it is perhaps her greatest weakness. Her naivety allows a window for manipulation, her emotions are easily guided as are her actions. She is the type of being that would trust a being at first glance.
Then, should such a relationship end badly she will often overlook it and she does not learn easily from past mistakes. Therefore will continue to trust a being again and again, despite how many times she may get hurt in the process. However, don't let her completely fool you. If she so wishes to she can certainly prove to be a stubborn individual when health is a concern.
" Cíwen - Pronounced cîw+gwend , Orign: Fresh/New (cîw) Maiden and Virgin (gwend). Or Beautiful Young Maiden'
Born and raised within the Alienage in Denerim, There was little she knew of the outside world. She had not seen the ocean, nor birds or deer. There was so much she did not know. The Alienage was all she had ever known, a town ripe with roaring trade. Yet there was still so much that occurred behind closed doors. Her parents struggled to make ends meet for a majority of the time. Famine and theft were as common as each rat that ran the street. Day by day, she watched as her parents grew older and her father ill. She had witnessed the brutality of the nobleman as they took what they pleased. The day her father fell, the day he could no longer lift a simple box. She knew his time was running out, so she helped. Being an only child, it was up to her to support them now. Barely 16 at the time and already her job had been set before her. So help she did. Cíwen would lift what she could, run the stall when she did not tend to her ailing parents. Doing all that her tiny frame would allow.
At times, she would run errands deliver packages to those that required them but it was never enough, until one day a wealthy noble approached her home. Now he was not one that had visited the Alienage before. No, this one was a being she or any other had not met before. At the time, she could not believe how tall they were! even then, seeing this new face both shocked and intimidated her. She had watched from the stack of vegetables as the man wandered the streets with an armed guard. Curious and afraid all the same she had remained silent even as the man approached her father. With a crate full of goods, only then did she hesitantly approach both beings. His eyes fell upon her and there was a look that sent her blood running cold. Yet, she was intrigued. He was tall, with rounded ears. A smile on his face that did peculiar things to her insides.
However, what strange feelings she felt lasted all but a moment as the man struck her father to the ground. Whatever had been asked of her father had been refused, an old man that he was she was quick to help him to his feet. What sudden awe she held for the man had long since passed and was replaced now with a sense of fear and anger. Two emotion, she rarely understood. After the man had rubbed his hand and placed his request the second time. It only then did Cíwen understand why he had been refused. Her father, her family did not have such authority!. The man had requested a servant! As if he had gone shopping in an Alienage. Her father at the time had thought to answer again. Courage had surged within her and she had stepped forward. She could not see her father beaten, nor any other for that matter. Instead, she offered her self up on the condition that her family would be provided for. How naive she had been.
With a farewell, to all those she had cared for and considered family did she leave. With her Head hung low and hands clenched together tightly. In that moment she had no idea what the future held for her, she only believed that her family would be cared for. For several days she traveled across Thedas taking in the sights and sounds of the wide world. Eventually, her journey came to an end as she took up residence in the nobleman's house. Soon enough she was adorned with clothes and food. Food that would fill her belly for the days to come and a comfy bed where she could dream. For the next few years, she did as she was told. She would wash clothes, learn how to cook. Cook and pour the wine. Yet, despite what seemed like a blissful few years there was a darkness waiting. When met with wine, her host often became violent. At times, he would leer towards her and group her. All of which she believed to be a common habit of humans. So she at first, thought nothing of it.
Despite his strange behavior, he did not raise his hand, not even once towards her. Even though she lay witness to his behavior with other elven servants. Men and women. For she was not the only elf there. There were others, but they rarely spoke to her and as time passed by they often looked to her in pity. Still, for all, it was worth she did meet an elf. He often made her laugh in between teachings about various herbs and spices. He even taught her how to read. Despite the work she did, she was happy. That was until one night. A night was the host wished for a party. A party in which Cíwen waited on. Having been summoned into his quarters, with a tray full of food and wine did hands reach for her. Greedy, hungry hands that wished to sample the flesh beneath her clothes. He had called her a toy, one he had waited years to play with. However, before any damage to her virtue could occur there was a thundering crash.
Chaos erupted an uprising. Fellow elves and members of staff had reached the end of their thread. Seizing her moment, she fled. With help from her elven friend did she find clothes and leave behind the chaos out into the unknown. After miles of running with sore feet and grazed knees, she eventually fell to the ground. The progress over the next few days through the wilderness had been slow. For days she fed off what berries she could forage until exhaustion hit her. When she awoke, she was in the company of elves. But not those of the city. Those that roamed Thedas. The Dalish. For the next few years that followed, did they teach her the use of a bow and arrow. Not that she was any good at it, for she was no hunter. During her stay did she see the beauty of the world around her. Accepting her into their clan with open arms did she receive the Vallaslin of Fen'Harel. Her choice.
For she had heard the stories told of the Dread Wolf, the trickster. Although there was confusion at her choice, she saw the Dread Wolf in a different light. The courage he must have had to face both sides. A courage she wished she had, how he had avoided conflict. So similar to herself, but equally so different. However, despite how welcomed they made her feel, deep down she knew she didn't quite belong. She could not hunt, did not wish to shoot anything let alone anyone. She could brew potions at best and blend in where needed. But, the company of animals was where she felt that she belonged. It had only been after she had left the Nobleman's company that she learned of the fate of the place she had caleld home. One of her people had become a Grey Warden. If that was not enough she learned of the 'plague' that broke out. With the time to heal and to grow into herself, she has set her sights on returning home. In hope that her parents had survived...