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Fandom: Dragon Age Origins
Name: Zevran Arainai
Age: Looks to be in his late 20s. If you ask, you will not get a straight answer. Ha! Straight! Get it? Ah, I made a funny there.
Canon Point: Before the Landsmeet
Is this character dead? No.
History: Wiki!History
Personality:
On the outside, Zevran is the type of man… er, elf, who enjoys almost all the pleasures in life. It is his personal philosophy that life is short and you must enjoy it while you can because death is something which happens. It is not so much that he enjoys being the comedian of the group, it is that he does not think before he speaks sometimes and his humor rises to the surface every time. He loves innuendo almost as much as the acts of sex itself, getting a thrill from harassing, shocking, and often exasperating others. Few are spared from his flirtations and he will lay compliments on thick.
Besides his love of others, Zevran receives great pleasure in life from killing, stealing, and undermining others. He enjoys using his mind to deceive, getting a thrill out of tricking others, and has been known to loot anything which can be sold for a decent price. He adores money almost as much as women, after all.
Lover, Fighter, Rogue, Survivor. Zevran is a man of many talents and he is willing to share those talents with whomever pays the highest price. Of course, even in business deals he is one to look out for his own best interests.
Then there is a side to Zevran that very few are witness to, the one he has learned to hide deep inside. He has the soul of a scared little boy who needs a hug and a bosom to rest his head on. No, I kid. While Zevran will flaunt his motherless state, his hard life as a child and assassin, and anything else which will scandalize his party-mates, there is a part of his past which he guards. He does not want others to know that he has loved and lost or about his ultimate betrayal. While Zevran jokes about how his loyalty goes to the highest bidder he does hold loyalties to his party-mates, people he has come to see as friends. There is a part of him which worries they will betray him like the ‘friends’ of his past but he would do anything for his current friends.
Skills/Abilities:
Zevran has many abilities, ranging from stealth and murder to seduction and assassination. Yes, he quite enjoys his murder. They are going to die sooner or later so why not by his hands? As long as there is enough gold involved, of course. He is maxed out in his Assassin and Rogue abilities.
Abilities of Note
Master Poison-Making: He can take a variety of herbs to make poisons and grenades.
Combat Stealth: He is able to cloak himself in darkness in order to avoid notice during battle and attack creatures for a small amount of time.
Duel Weapon Fighting: His primary weapons are a Silverite Thorn of the Dead Gods dagger and a Dragonbone Crow’s Dagger.
Lock-Picking: He can pick almost any lock, though some may take longer than others. They keep modifying locks after all.
First Person Sample:
[The feed turns on with a camera view of what appears to be a female bottom shaking to the rhythm of a song heard in the background. Behind her what looks like a stage can be seen and several bodies with non-distinct faces are dressed in scanty lingerie, dancing.]
Ah, so sorry to tell you this, my dear, but it appears I am out of the money you seek. Just one moment please.
[Even with the video turned away from him Zevran’s accent identifies him. The dancing posterior moves away from the camera as she saunters over to another man. The view of the camera is shaken as Zevran shifts and the camera is presented with a view of a tan skinned hand slipping discreetly into the pocket of a man passing by.
Yes, friends, it is true. Zevran has found the only strip club in the entire Underworld.]
Third Person Sample:
“Now come on, you must admit there has been a mistake somewhere in this process. Could you really hurt someone who looks such as me? I have such a pretty face. What would the world do without me?”
Zevran found himself smiling broadly, slightly abashed, at the large muscled man towering over him. He lay sprawled on the gray stone of the Denerim back alley. So maybe it had not been the wisest decision he made when separating from the main party, choosing instead to explore the area instead of heading back to camp as ordered. It was hardly his fault there just happened to be many locked chests in one small area, all crying out for him to empty. There was a shine to them, could the others not see it? All that precious treasure wasted. So Zevran had wandered back to pick the locks, ignoring the sound of a gate being closed, effectively trapping him in. When he turned around it was to face a bunch of ugly thugs, humans who looked much as if a dwarf had mated with a human who then mated with a pug.
“You have something of ours.” The beast, he refused to call it human after all, growled down at him.
Zevran smiled, “Ah, do I? I do not think we have ever met before. I would certainly remember a face such as yours. ACK!” He was jerked upwards with sausage fingers around his throat.
“Stop right there!” Relief washed through the rogue elf as he heard a familiar voice. The Warden! The Warden was back!
“Oh, hello my gorgeous sex goddess. I see you have come to save me. No need. I have the situation under control.” His hand jerked up with a dagger, the tip skimming over the man’s chest before embedding itself into the bottom of his throat. Without looking he heard a fight break out.
Once it was over he was standing, gasping for breath and smiling at the small party. He chose to ignore the sarcastic muttering of a friend.
“See! Under control!”