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Athela Sparrow

Aug 22, 2018 12:10:14 GMT -5

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Our Hearts Condemn Us

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Post by Athela Sparrow on Aug 22, 2018 12:10:14 GMT -5

ATHELA SPARROW

Our Hearts Condemn Us

general info

CLASS Warrior	GENDER Cis Woman
AGE 31	RACE Human
ORIENTATION Heterosexual	OCCUPATION (Former) Templar

appearance

Broad and brawny, Athela looks more likely to plow fields than sew dresses. Her cheeks are as sharp as her jawline, her nose a button set beneath wide, pale-blue eyes. Her hair, naturally blonde, falls beneath her chest when let down—but is, more often than not, braided or done up, particularly in battle. She carries herself with the austere determination of a leader, and is often clad in dull earthen tones that suggest she may not be overly concerned with the etiquette of high fashion. In battle, Athela wears half-plate and carries a razor-sharp steel long sword. The only jewelry she wears in her day-to-day life is a brass fede ring on her left ring finger, its apex two clasped hands.

personality

POSITIVE
- Passionate
- Empathetic
- Strong-willed
- Patient
- Perceptive

NEGATIVE
- Authoritative
- Single-minded
- Overconfident
- Brash
- Uptight

It wouldn't be unfair to accuse Athela of being boring—and she would readily admit this. Her life has always revolved around duty and self-sacrifice, and as a result she's rarely set aside time for hobbies or honest fun. She exudes the aura of command, but it's a harsh sort of bravery, not raw charisma. She tends towards the literal side, not prone to fanciful words or bursts of hot air. Nonetheless, Athela is demonstrably empathetic and good-natured. She's determined and reliable, and a stalwart companion.

history

Given over to the Redcliffe Chantry as a newborn, Athela has only ever known the church. Her siblings were the other affirmed, and her mother was revered. She had no father. When she reached adolescence, Athela was expected to become an initiate—but rather than walk the path of a sister, she became a templar. The revered mother was reticent, but Athela excelled as a student and a warrior, and was granted her vigil at an uncommonly young age.

Once she'd taken her first draft of lyrium and become a fully-fledged templar, Athela was stationed at Kinloch Hold. She was an exemplary templar, though her superiors noted a tendency towards empathy and kindness to the mages in her charge that they worried would cloud her judgment. Nonetheless, she rose through the ranks during her time at Kinloch, a Knight-Captain by the time the Mage-Templar war began.

Unwilling to slaughter mages wholesale, Athela fled the circle. On her way out, she ran into a mage whose harrowing she had once presided over, and the two agreed to travel together. Initially, Athela and her mage companion opted to avoid the war entirely—particularly during Athela's long weeks of lyrium withdrawal—but after a time they found it impossible not to participate. The two joined forces with a cluster of aequitarians in the Hinterlands who had taken to offering aid to local hamlets. Though there was friction at first, the mages came to accept Athela, at her companion's urging. They saw their share of combat on occasions where bands of templar mage hunters located them, and Athela offered what help she could in both martial defense and logistical planning.

When Divine Justinia called for a conclave in which the templars and mages could meet to resolve the war peacefully, Athela and her partner set out—along with a few of their companions—to attend, hopeful that they might soon find peace.

sample

"Come back!"

Brandy shrieked, her voice laced with maternal authority and an undercurrent of terror as she gave chase to the ephemeral blonde wisp who forever seemed to dance beyond the grasp of her outstretched hand.

"Please!" she pleaded. "Please, Kelsey, stop!"

Kelsey refused to yield.

She hurtled towards a highway that stretched farther than the eye could see. A highway that was forever occupied by cars traveling faster than could be imagined.

Brandy begged her legs to cover more ground.

Kelsey neared the blacktop, a merciless sun hanging high overhead. Her forward foot connected with the roadway. Cars bleated at her fruitlessly, and a wet, meaty smack jolted Brandy awake.

She swore.

A cold sweat had enveloped her clammy skin, gooseflesh on her forearms. She felt raw, like an exposed wire. As she brushed her salty, tear-soaked cheeks with the back of her hand, Brandy celebrated—for the thousandth time—the fact that she had no longer wore eye makeup.

She hadn't dolled herself up in seven years. Since she was first incarcerated at the Castle on the Cumberland.

Brandy fumbled with the analog timer beside her and scowled. Had her nightmare not shorn her from slumber, she could have enjoyed another fifteen minutes of sleep. Precious time now that she was prone to sleeping three or four hours in a good night.

Brandy scrambled to her feet in the dirty corner of a half-collapsed building, the faded exterior signage of which suggested that it was long ago an insurance bureau. She posted up against the corner of an exposed segment of brick, peering down the road with a smidgen of anxiety and seeing... absolutely nothing.

Brandy was only ten miles outside of Modesto. She knew that David had returned to the nest after he won total custody, which had been on the same day as her sentencing. He had always been a mama's boy; David wanted to move back to California with Kelsey when she was only a year old, after he and Brandy had separated.

At the time, a Jefferson County circuit court judge refused to separate Kelsey from her mother. David was forced to live in Louisville for another decade, until a guilty verdict for murder in the first degree compelled a different judge to strip Brandy of Kelsey's custody.

As she gathered her things to travel, Brandy wondered how Kelsey might remember her, if they found one another. She hadn't seen her daughter in seven years, and they parted under poor circumstances, and Brandy could only imagine what Kelsey had been through during the interim.

She had begun this journey with two partners: big, beefy men that belonged to Arvio. He was a powerful man with a lot of ambition, and he wanted to know to what lengths he could extend his influence and authority.

Unfortunately, Arvio's men hadn't survived the trek.

A series of unfortunate events, starting with the breakdown of the truck that Arvio had loaned them, lead to the two men's untimely demise. Brandy had spent the last month on the road alone.

She had been haunting the region for a fortnight now, walking a criss-cross patrol up and down the greater Modesto area in hopes of locating her long lost daughter. It had been a fruitless endeavor so far, but she felt optimistic as she reached the pavement in front of her condemned hideaway du jour and beat feet southeast.

Four and a quarter miles down the highway Brandy cut into the sparse, sandy wilderness of the California desertscape. She hiked away from the road 'til she summitted a rocky, crabgrass-covered outcrop of shale and sad-looking cacti.

She took a knee behind a chest-high stone and rested the frame of her .308 bolt action atop the smooth surface of the rock. She braced the butt of the rifle against her shoulder and squared her eye with the optic affixed to the rear sight.

Under a thousand feet away was a four pump gas station that had been burned out and ransacked years ago.

A flicker of movement caught Brandy's eye and she shifted her weight, scanning to the left side of the building.

A shock of shoulder-length blonde hair. Pale skin that refused to darken under the merciless sun hanging high overhead.

The same crooked nose. The same dark brown eyes.

Brandy's raised her head, brow furrowed, lips parted.

ooc info

☆ NAME
Billie

☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
N/A

☆ FACE CLAIM
Katheryn Winnick

THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Billie.

MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ

Edited Aug 23, 2018 16:49:52 GMT -5 By Athela Sparrow

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