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Post by Hirlen Weymi on Sept 4, 2018 2:41:42 GMT -5
Hirlen Pyren Wheymi
Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.
general info
CLASSRogue
GENDERCis Male
AGETwenty Seven
RACEDwarf
ORIENTATION Bisexual
OCCUPATION Mercenary
appearance
Hirlen is not your typical dwarf- and in fact, some have asked him if he's half human, which never fails to make him laugh. He supposes it's because he lacks a beard and a big nose, which are trademark signs of a dwarf. It's true that Hirlen has a very angular face, long and lean with a sharp jawline, and he keeps his facial hair close trimmed, trying to trim it at least once every two or three days to prevent it becoming longer than a soft scruff along his jaw. He has thick eyebrows above amber brown eyes, and a very straight nose- which he thinks is remarkable, because he's broken it at least once but that's barely noticeable. He has somewhat big ears that tend to poke out from beneath his hair- with he keeps shoulder length, a messy head of long, curly brown locks.
Hirlen, as a dwarf, stands at only 5'0. He's met a human girl or two that height, but it's still incredibly short and nowhere near average. When he first left Orzammar, he felt as though he couldn't breathe when he entered the crowded human cities of Starkhaven or Ostwick- in the Free Marches. The first time he met a Qunari was even more unpleasant. Hirlen is physically very strong- his torso is slender at the waist but slightly broader near the shoulders. His arms and chest are quite muscular, a clear result of being an archer. Like most dwarves, Hirlen has a good amount of chest and back hair as well.
Since Hirlen is always traveling, often in rough conditions like rainstorms or snow, he always dresses for travel. Thick boots, leather and denim clothing- often with a large overcoat. He rarely goes without his warm nug-skin gloves, and wears tight leather bracers around his wrists. Sometimes, if he knows he's going into a dangerous area of Thedas, he even puts on a light chainmail shirt- though that's a rare sight. Hirlen is never seen without his bow, a beautiful hand carved recurve bow, and a quiver full of handmade arrows. Hirlen also keeps a few little throwing daggers on his belt, but those are mostly for emergencies, because he hates close combat.
personality
POSITIVE
- Generous/Selfless
- Clever
- Humorous
- Loyal
- Passionate/Emotional
NEGATIVE
- Reckless
- Distrusting
- Stubborn/Argumentative
- Dishonest
- Cocky
Hirlen has spent a lot of time thinking about the world's truths- what is right, what is wrong, what matters. He grew up in Orzammar's noble caste, where everyone had a reason for everything- one that benefits themselves or their family. It was a selfish, self-serving environment, and Hirlen quickly realized he didn't like it. He didn't like the politics, the game. He learned not to trust anyone, becoming distrusting of people's motives and always listening to exactly what they said, trying to judge what they wanted from him. He was suspicious, and cautious, when it came to others. In the same way, Hirlen learned to become dishonest. Hirlen always had something up his sleeve, something to give him an advantage, so that he always had a bargaining chip or an extra hint that those around him didn't. He always was good at that- and ruthless at games of Wicked Grace.
Yet still... he is slow to believe people, and trust them. When they earn that trust, that becomes a very special relationship to Hirlen- and he is extremely loyal. He is not easily swayed from those he dedicates his precious trust to. Hirlen is, in fact, not easily swayed period. He is a very passionate person, with strong emotions, and when he believes in something, he will not change his mind easily. He is very stubborn, and he likes to be right. When he has a strong belief, he becomes argumentative and will dig his heels in until his way is the right way. He also can be a little petty when proven wrong- and is fond of the silent treatment. But this need to be right often leads Hirlen to being too sure of himself- too cocky and confident. Even to the point of being arrogant about his own abilities.
Arrogance leads to being reckless. Whether it's taking a big risk because he over estimates himself, or Hirlen dives right into the thick of danger, he tends to put his own safety to the side. Hirlen has, at times, been told he must have a death wish. But the truth is: Hirlen is selfless. Growing up, he was told he had to put himself first. His father would call him "soft" and "weak", and try to toughen him up. Hirlen is proud to say that he embraced his "softness" and decided that helping others was more important to him than helping himself. Hirlen will almost always chose to take the time and help another person, whether it's giving them the shirt off his back, or jumping into danger to help rescue them, or even just simply offering a helping hand. He's generous, and kind, and he doesn't want to be ashamed of that.
Hirlen has always been a social person. He's not really excitable, and in fact tends to be quite mellow- part of always keeping things to himself. He thinks before he talks. But he does open up to some lucky few, and he likes sharing stories from his past adventures. He's quite humorous, with a lovely, deep laugh and a broad sense of humor. Hirlen is also incredibly smart. He's met quite a few humans and Qunari who believe dwarfs are rather slow and stupid, because they're more interested in their ancestors and their darkspawn battles than they are in scholarly pursuits. But Hirlen is quite clever, and loves to prove it. He gets rather smug when others claim he is something he isn't, or says he can't do something, and he can prove them wrong.
Overall, Hirlen is a man born into a certain type of life- and he has lived his entire life trying to prove he's someone different. He doesn't know how long he is for this world, but he knows he wants to be remembered. Perhaps not on the scale of a Paragon- but even to live on in a few hearts would be enough.
"Quickly now, Hir. We've got to move, before those ugly fucks catch up to us." Hirlen's older brother's voice echoed on the stones. Adjusting his bow against his torso, he frowned, his brown eyes focusing on his fair-haired brother.
"Boe... Mother told you not to swear..." The nine year old warned, glancing around them warily. Mother also told us not to go into the deep roads... if not for old Frandlin having a little too much drink, we'd never have managed to slip past him at all. It had been just their luck that they'd nearly ran into a group of Genlocks- the darkspawn that creeped Hirlen out the most. If not for Boelin's quick thinking to tug them behind some rocks, they would have been in a nasty situation.
Now, Hirlen hurried after his brother, feet scrambling against the rocks as he climbed up a few steps, following him up a path. His brother ignored his comment, looking ahead with a hand on their father's favorite sword- which he'd cheekily decided to 'borrow' for this little expedition. Breathless as he tried to keep up, Hirlen complained, "I thought you said that the wild nugs were close! Boe, this is going too far! They'll send search parties if we're not back soon... I wanted to practice my archery- not be darkspawn dinner."
His words were met with an irritated sigh, his brother finally looking back at him. "Just a little further. If I thought you were going to be a baby about it, I wouldn't have offered to bring you." Hirlen's expression twisted, the younger boy looking indignant as he glared at his thirteen year old brother. "I'm not a baby! I'm-!"
His words were silenced when they heard a clattering of stones from down the passageway, both boy's heads turning. Boelin threw a hand up, gesturing for Hirlen to be quiet as he slowly drew his sword. Despite wanting to be brave, Hirlen moved closer to his brother, looking around them with wide eyes. Silence fell once more- and then a horrible screech filled the air. Before their very eyes, as if coming from nowhere, a dark, skinny beast appeared, not two inches in front of Hirlen. The younger boy screamed, falling backwards in horror as the Shriek swiped at him. "HIR! RUN!" Boelin yelled as he swung the family sword- which bounced off the Shriek's long, withered arm. It only managed to make it angrier, Hirlen scrambling backwards, yanking his bow off him as his back hit a stone wall. He watched Boelin block the Shriek's claws as the ugly thing reared itself towards him, that horrifying screech sound echoing off the walls.
With shaking hands, Hirlen dragged an arrow from his quiver, barely able to keep steady as he notched the arrow- but when he released it, it missed the skinny creature and instead hit his brother- right in the lower left leg. Hirlen had only been training with his bow for a short time, and his aim- especially when scared- was not nearly enough to hit a shriek. His brother let out a yelp of pain and dropped to one knee, and Hirlen's eyes went wide. So he did the only thing he could think of...
He ran.
Hirlen's heart raced with every step, the shrieking behind him and the sound of steel hitting flesh abrupt in his ears. He was almost back to Orzammar- almost-
OW! Hirlen ran headfirst into hard metal, his body bouncing back and falling on his behind. With his bow in one hand, he touched his forehead with the other, looking up to find him staring into his father's face, a group of warrior caste behind him. Blood drained out of the young dwarf's face. "Father-"
His father's hand reached down and grabbed him by the shirt, dragging Hirlen to his feet. "Where is he, boy? By the Stone, spit it out- where's your brother?"
"F-Fighting a Shriek. You have to hurry, he's injured!" Hirlen stammered, neglecting to mention it was his arrow that had injured him. His father gave him a hard shove towards Orzammar, grunting orders to one of the warriors to get him back to the city. The rest of them followed the noble back down the passageway, towards where Hirlen had left his brother to fend for himself.
With a heavy heart, and a lot of concern, Hirlen dragged his feet on the way back to Orzammar. It wasn't until his father returned alone the next day that he let himself feel true despair and guilt- and it would be years before Hirlen discovered what really became of his older brother.
ooc info
☆ Name
Summer Rain
☆ OTHER CHARACTERS
N/A
☆ FACE CLAIM
Aidan Turner
THIS CHARACTER BELONGS TO Summer Rain
MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ
Edited Sept 6, 2018 1:44:40 GMT -5 By Hirlen Weymi
