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PLAYER INFO
Name: Ashe
Contact: strawberryremix
Aim: Retro II Memory
CHARACTER INFO
Character name: Alistair
Character journal: onemanlyfeeling
Fandom: Dragon Age Series
Point of Canon: After the Warden has sacrificed her life to defeat the Arch Demon.
Tattoo number: 10516
Appearance: Picture~
Personality: Alistair is definitely considered the comic relief of the entirety of the Dragon Age cast. Despite the dark beginnings of the game and the loss of a very prominent father figure early on, he continues to keep the rough situation relatively light-be it through childish jokes or laughs at his own expense. He is the one character of the group of companions who seems to very desperately cling onto his old, boyish charm, no matter how bleak and serious the situation may be. He cherishes family life and friendship to a heightened degree, though he can be particularly child-like when it comes to his dislike for certain people, namely Morrigan.
When it comes to things of a sexual nature, he is relatively in the dark. A romantic route taken with him proves his love to be very innocent and pure, even going so far as to turn down any solicitations for sex should he not be completely and utterly “in love”. Pushing the subject can lead to Alistair becoming irritable with the Warden, showing that he heavily values such big steps in relationships. That aside, he is a complete sweetheart, complete with corny phrases of love and shy yet romantic conversations.
Alistair is also an amazing fighter and extremely talented Templar. However, it would appear that unlike many who were trained under the Order, he sympathizes with mages and does not completely agree with the beliefs of the Circle of Magi. He is always one for the more diplomatic choices and berates a Warden who sides with those who are in the wrong.
Powers/Abilities: A list of your character's canon powers if they have any.
Depending on how you upgrade Alistair, he can have a number of different abilities, most pertaining to his abilities with a sword.
• Very adept with swordplay
• High magical resistance
• Templar abilities such as Cleansing Area and Holy Smite
Note: I’m giving you these because I have absolutely no idea what else to say. I really doubt Alistair is going to be using Holy Smite or Cleansing Area-Idk. JUST SAYIN.
History: You can supply a link to a website if there is sufficient information. If there isn't enough you must provide more.
HAVE SOME HISTORY:
1 - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Characters_of_Dragon_Age#Alistair
2 - http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Alistair
Journal sample:
[Voice Journal]
Ahh, what a headache! I haven’t woken up with my temples throbbing so badly since… well, since that one time back in the Order when the Knight Commander gave me that-… Oh, nevermind… Hardly the time, I guess.
But this… this certainly is… interesting! I’d go so far as to say it’s a dream but… I’ve yet to see some big, scary looking … arch demon thing. Though… I wonder if those dreams will still happen now that the Blight’s over. The taint is still in my blood… so I’m willing to bet that I’ll still have the nightmares. Duncan never did say they’d end.
Wait a minute--… Where the bloody hell did this tattoo come from…?
Prose sample:
All that Alistair knew was that the Blight was over and the Warden was gone. Having turned down Morrigan’s offer to save them with her strange, horrifying ritual on the night before the final onslaught, he and his Warden had marched into certain death… and won, in a sense.
But even if the Arch Demon was gone, Alistair would never feel the same. Having watched her dash in at the last minute, burying her blade into the tainted body of that bastard Darkspawn… and then gazing on as her own body was destroyed along with him-No… It hurt too badly to recall. It wasn’t fair that she had been sacrificed. Alistair had OFFERED himself to take the final blow but she’d taken it for him despite it all. He’d had something to live for, she’d told him.
That beautiful, courageous woman… who he had once compared to a rose rescued from the filth of the Blight… She was gone and all because he’d had ‘something to live for.’
But who cared about a crown? He hadn’t wanted to be king in the first place-Hell, he was King Maric’s bastard son. He was a nobody-Eamon should have been crowned in his place. Maybe Anora could have remained Queen and Alistair could have been the one to take in the Old God. The Warden-his Warden-she could have been someone. She would have been the hero, marching through Denerim with her head held high, the Arch Demon’s blighted head on a post, perhaps. But now, it was as though he was being forced to take credit for something he’d had relatively no part in.
The Hero! King Alistair! Long live the king!
It was pathetic, really. Deep down, he knew he wasn’t meant for the position. If she had still been there, maybe he’d have been able to rule. She could have been at his side, helping him, standing as the backbone to his reign. Hell, she could have been the one to bring Ferelden back to its powerful state; she could have rebuilt.
What did he have now?
A Mabari who missed his master-No, that dog had left with Sten, hadn’t he…?
Morrigan had left without a word, disappearing into the Wildes in a way befitting her mother.
Wynne… She would be there, he supposed, advising him from his court in typical old lady fashion...
Lilianna-He’d never really cared for that woman either-she was gone as well, probably off to search for Marja-whoever. One less crazy woman to worry about… though she did have a rather nice singing voice that he supposed he’d miss occasionally.
Oghren was still around-but he hardly counted for anything. All he did was stumble around, guzzling down every last drop of ale that was kept around the place!
Then there was Zevran… a man that he just couldn’t figure out. He could recall asking Lilianna long ago just what anyone could see in a man like Zevran. He was just so… so … something. Something that Alistair wasn’t so sure he liked. Who knew where that strange Antivan had gotten off to…
Basically, those days of being surrounded by companions, friends… they were over. The next few months would require him to prepare for a life completely different from the one he was leaving behind. The Warden was gone… and as hard as it was to accept, he had to move on. For Denerim-No, for the entirety of Ferelden… he had to move on.
But could he...?