Alearae Constantine (WIP)

[Alearae "Jack" Constantine]

Alearae Constantine

Jack, Death Seeker

Age: 37

Religion and Language: Generally nonreligious, but was raised to appreciate Amoraean Paganism. He speaks Amoraean, Ismean, Archaean, and Cisal.

Faction Loyalty: None

Alignment: Neutral

Profession: Mercenary

Appearance: Standing at five foot seven and weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds, 'Jack', as he so frequently calls himself is not exactly an imposing or out of the ordinary figure - just how he likes it.

Personality:

Cold and aloof at most times, Jack's personality suits his job rather well. Stoic, aloof, unattached. In reality, it's a defense mechanism - born from when he was a young man and he watched his entire world burn in front of him by the hand of the Norska. He's afraid to get close to anyone or anything, because at a split second's notice they could be taken away from him. His life ended the day his family was murdered in Amoraea, and his lack of event the slightest bit of self-preservation is startling to one who does not know him or his kind.

History:

Strengths/Weaknesses

Strengths:

His 'poker face', as it were. Jack is exceptionally good at keeping his emotions and thoughts to himself - allowing little to nothing to be gleaned from others trying to read his movements or face. His years of experience of both survival and people more than make up for his lack of elite level combat skill in the field, as well. Having ten allies at your back is better than a strong sword arm any day, and Jack has amassed quite a few contacts in his years.

Weaknesses:

Aforementioned lack of elite combat ability, his complete lack of self-preservation has also named him the nickname of Death Seeker. He also has several very noticeable scars running along his face and arms that make him very recognizable for friends and foes alike, being more of a detriment than a help. He's also not as young as he used to be, and aches and pains and lack of youthful energy and speed of healing wounds is also a weakness that only grows with time and age.

Likes:

Dislikes:

Weapons:

Iron Falcata ::Primary Weapon::

Two Iron Daggers

Armor:

Iron Chain Mail

Extra

Your OOC name: Wolfy

RP Sample:

Shade was taken aback by the woman's sarcastic response, and she actually got the sense she was serious when she said:

“I’m glad you find political unrest so amusing,”

"But..." Shade paused, and sighed when she felt she couldn't come up with a response that would be worth her breath when she thought about it. That was shameful, having absolutely no faith in her people even after all these years and seeming to not care one damned bit. She lowered her blue eyes in shame at the thought of that as the woman continued:

“I understand that things have been bad for a while, but do you understand that they have gotten worse? At the rate things are going, we could be looking at the city’s very own civil war… which I’m sure the king, nor the guards or nobles, would like to see happen. I’m sure if someone could convince just a few nobles and guards that the King’s agenda is in their best interest as well, they would be more receptive. I think the problem the Chantry has picked up on, is that nothing has been done to quell the animosity, by the nobles or the king.”

"A civil war, huh?" Shade pondered this quietly for a moment before speaking again, "If the elves went to war with the humans in Denerim it wouldn't be a contest unless things changed dramatically from days gone by. They would get slaughtered like pigs..." Shade shuddered at the thought of her kin killed like dogs en masse... That would be the end of the vast, vast majority of City Elves in Fereldan... Leaving only single elves alive that weren't there and weren't known enough to be called in to be slaughtered. "Yeeaahh, somehow that goal seems to be a lot more... Important to reach now that you put it that way. That doesn't dispel the sheer fact of the matter that it will be ridiculously difficult and that the very nobles you're trying to convince will certainly send assassins or some sort of attack upon you for even speaking of such... Blasphemy, quite frankly. Hell, to prove my point.." She said, noticing her bowl was long empty and she was waving around a dirty spoon with her hand gestures dropped the spoon in the bowl and turned to Wolf.

"How many assassination jobs have you seen for people helping out the Alienage?"

"There's normally one for a Chantry member or Templar out at all times. Some of the cocky bastards even drop out their real names out to the public.... Dirty bastards." Wolf replied quickly, and adding, "And why does that matter?"

"I'll tell you later, m'kay?" Shade replied quickly, not wanting to go over the ENTIRE discussion again... Mid-discussion.

“Listen, I’m not naïve, I know it’ll take a lot more than a grand gesture by the Chantry to make peace, but that doesn’t mean we can’t put events in motion to work towards it. We have to start somewhere. And no offense, but I’ve found that it’s views like yours that only permit’s the humans to continue their treatment of the elves. You seem to have this mentality that because it’s happened for generations, it’s okay to let it continue. I’d shudder to think what would have happened if everyone shared your philosophy back when elven slavery was legal.”

"Views like mine, huh?" Shade said, taking great pains to sound offended as she mulled this over more. "You'll see most elves have similar or worse views, to be honest. The issue still remains of protection first and foremost though; which Maker knows is gonna be tough to come by."

“I’m well aware of the weapons policy at the Alienage… and trust me, I don’t need a sword or a bow to defend myself. I’m quite capable,"

Shade subconsciously took that as an insult, as she had both of those on her right at that moment. "A tip for future reference," Shade sighed, showing her mild frustration, "Insulting the people you're trying to talk to generally isn't the best idea."

As she and the girl in green were talking, Wolf had been ... well, wolfing down the beef stews, one by one until there was only one left, which he left there for later or for Shade should she feel the need to gorge herself.

“You will need a bodyguard in the Alienage.”

The Quanri said, surprising both Shade and Wolf with his sudden appearance.

"Aren't you a little tall for a dwarf?" Wolf said quite easily, without the slightest tinge of fear.

“You will find none better than me.”

Shade was rather speechless, because the chances of a idealistic elf getting a Quanri bodyguard for... Free were... Minuscule.

“A Qunari Bodyguard, I don't see why not."