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Silas Agosti

Aug 20, 2018 5:10:03 GMT -5

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Do no harm . . . mostly.

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Post by Silas Agosti on Aug 20, 2018 5:10:03 GMT -5

Silas Agosti

He would stare at empty chairs/Think of the ghosts that once sat there.

general info

CLASS Rogue	GENDER Male
AGE Thirty-two	RACE Human
ORIENTATION Bisexual	OCCUPATION Medic

appearance

Silas is gaunt as a ghost; his eyes, pale and wary, seem to take up more space in his skull than is physically possible. He wears unassuming clothes—a simple ivory jerkin and doublet tucked neatly into twill trousers—that afford strangers no insight into his profession or social status. He seems to occupy the periphery of life, biting his lip with hands clasped behind his back, always ready to make an exit as soon as the opportunity presents itself. The faint scents of elfroot and licorice cling to him like a shroud even though he is impeccably clean, often bathing multiple times in a single day when warm water is available. He keeps his dark hair cropped short and his face clean-shaven, exposing the strong line of his jaw and the single twisting scar which runs from ear to chin on the left side of his face.

personality

POSITIVE
- Thoughtful
- Kind
- Precise
- Discerning
- Even-tempered

NEGATIVE
- Paranoid
- Solemn
- Distant
- Anxious
- Apathetic

A quiet melencholy hangs around Silas' shoulders and seems to push his frame into a constant slouch. He's slow to speak and even slower to smile, but his words carry a weight beyond his years. As a man who often observes life happening around him instead of participating, he tends to pick up on things that others might miss. He has been described as both a calming presence and an unnerving one; his careful diction and wide, nervous eyes rub many people the wrong way, as if he's always one bad day away from snapping. When he does manage to relax and let his guard down, however, he's quick to lend an ear and really listen, giving measured advice and simply nodding or frowning when the moment calls for it instead of filling the silence with empty words. Though he often keeps those around him at arm's length, he exerts an aura of clinical compassion that puts his patients (and allies) at ease. Willing to put his own life at risk to save others, those who come to know him can be assured that he will never leave a man behind. ...Never again, anyway.

history

Born into the Imperium's Soparati class, Silas joined the legion as a teenager and trained as a medic, setting bones and stitching wounds when healing magic was unavailable. He became an accomplished field surgeon, travelling farther and farther away from home with every deployment. Once a much more jovial and light-hearted man, a botched incursion into Qunari-occupied territory irrevocably changed the course of his life. His entire regiment lost in a single battle, he was ordered to flee, leaving behind dozens of his wounded brothers-in-arms and condemning them to death on the field or forced Qunari conversion. Unable to cope with the ghosts of his own faliure and the Legion's decision to leave men who could have been saved behind, Silas deserted his post and traveled south, settling first in Nevarra and then in western Ferelden, where he set up a small clinic in the village of Haven, tending to the small population and the many pilgrims on their sojourn to the Temple of Sacred Ashes.

sample

Mateo realized that something was very, very wrong in the same instant that Rune stepped forward, shield raised high. The girl's body shifted and writhed as her shriek of anger dropped in pitch and became a deep bellow; her form expanded and her clothes burned away. Glowing red flames crackled under her skin until they consumed her entirely and all that was left standing before them was Rage.

Its horrible maw opened wide and a roiling scream echoed through the chamber: "Attack!"

Before Mateo could even grab his dagger, two men in templar armor burst into the room—they wielded longswords and carried heavy shields—even worse, their skin was covered in crystals of red lyrium. Mateo had seen the stuff pass through Treviso's black market during the days of the Rift, but he'd never encountered someone who'd ingested it.

For an instant he stood still, shocked and terrified, but then Rune let out a feral growl and barreled forward, charging into the rage demon with a force akin to a battering ram and slammed it backwards into the nearest templar.

This spurred Mateo into action. He brought his dagger up as the second Templar came at him.

The man’s heavy sword swung towards him and he jumped back, trying desperately to remember the tips Gidus and Isana had shouted at him less than an hour ago. He crouched low as the blade made a second arc through the air, this time thwacking noisily onto the dirty floorboards only inches to his right. Mateo rolled to the side—once, twice—and maneuvered to the templar's exposed back.

Off balance from the last swing, the templar attempted to correct and turn to face him once more, but too slow. Mateo plunged his dagger deep between the plates of armor behind the templar's knee. He felt the blade sink into the man's leg, almost to the hilt, before it hit the bone of his kneecap and traveled no further. The templar screamed in agony and immediately buckled to the ground, twisting and swinging his sword in a violent arc.

Mateo dodged just in time back towards the center of the room, but his palms were sweaty from fear and exertion. His blade was pinched between the templar's thigh and calf and he lost his grip on it as he moved away.

Suddenly unarmed, Mateo spun towards Rune hoping to find aid only to see the dwarf being pummeled from both sides. The demon pounded against Rune's shield with fiery limbs; the templar swung at him only to be parried by Rune's heavy axe. For the briefest moment, Mateo reveled in the Warden's strength, amazed to watch him hold off two creatures so much larger than himself.

Behind him, the templar groaned and began to straighten up. Ahead of him, a lash of flame wrapped itself around Rune's shield and began to pull it from his grasp.

Mateo reached to his belt and found his fingers closing around the frost grenade; a sudden chill spread across his slippery palm.

Me or Rune. The thought flashed across his mind like a beacon. No time.

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MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

Edited Aug 20, 2018 5:58:35 GMT -5 By RollForBluff

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Post by Silas Agosti on Aug 20, 2018 5:10:03 GMT -5