"Comforting and quiet, how did love become so violent?"
Full Name: Zaos Aethellan, but he keeps his name a secret
Nickname(s): Answers strictly to "Fade Wolf"
Age: Roughly 27 years old
Gender/Pronouns: Cisgender Male (He/They)
Sexuality: Homosexual Homoromantic
Positive Traits: Kind, Quiet, Gentle, Mediator, Great listener, Optimistic, Observant, Intelligent, Quick thinker, Protective
Negative Traits: Introverted, Secluded, Secretive, Skittish, Stressed easily, Emotionally unstable, Distant, Disregards his own health, Emotional, Exhausts easily
Overall Personality: Zaos is the type to keep to himself. He does not speak unless spoken to, and even then he speaks few words. He is an observer, taking in that around him to work through situations. He has a lot of inner conflict, but hardly any of that is known since he bottles everything up. He will do anything to keep Corypheus from obtaining his goal to walk in the fade, even if it puts his life at risk. He sees it as he needs to keep going no matter how exhausted he gets. No matter how injured, he must push on. He is determined, always wanting to do his best in order to keep those around him safe. He has a knack for over exerting himself in the process, but he hardly cares--so long as everyone is safe, he has no regard for his own health. Zaos gives off an extremely mysterious aura due to him keeping nearly all of his life a secret (including his name), but that is far from his actual personality. If given the chance, he will come out of his shell with ease. He is observant, keeping tabs on what people like and how they carry themselves. He is in tune with his emotions and with those around him, which gives him the ability to read a room quickly. He is a wonderful mediator, preferring to talk out conflict than fight. He is a gentle soul with a crippling past and heavy trauma, but he tries his best. Now, around his crush, he tends to act very different. He tends to cling onto said person, wether it be by holding onto their arm or simply standing by them. He talks much more around them, usually useless babble and rambling about how he wants to stop the breach from spreading and whatnot.
Skills: Zaos is proficient in fire magic, as well as archery. He is a natural born potion maker as well!
Class: Zaos is a mage!
Disorders/Illnesses: Aside from the Anchor on his right arm that is slowly driving him to insanity, none
Fears/Phobias: Zaos has an intense fear of being abandoned, as well as a fear of losing those he cares for
Height/Weight: Stands at roughly 5'8, and weighs about 140Lb
Body Build: Zaos is thin, lithe, and not horribly muscular. He definitely has some muscle on him, but it is not easily seen unless he is undressed.
Accessories: He always wears a cloak that conceals his identity--it drapes to the floor, and the hood covers all but his mouth
Notable Features: When his face is seen, his piercing blue eyes, freckles, and ears are most noticeable
Injuries: Zaos has a scar across the bridge of his nose from a childhood accident, a notch in his left ear, and a large scar across his back
History: Unknown to the Inqusition; As a young lad, Zaos was cast aside by his tribe. He was a bastard son between his mother, a simple basket weaver, and his father, the seeker’s son. The tribes were rivals, so it came out as worse on their innocent child. His father had run away from his tribe in order to look after his son, but his mother stayed in her clan out of fear set in her by her own seeker. His father gave his his vallaslin when he was a mere 12 years old (to allow him to blend into another tribe if he so chose to join), just before he was hunted down and killed. The young elf was told by his father's murderers to leave and never return, and that is exactly what he did. Zaos fled to the Korkari wildes, gaining the help of an old witch who he stumbled upon. He was sick and dying when she found him, taking him under her wing and bringing him back to full health. She taught him everything he needed to know, sending him on his way soon after. When he finally turned 27 (he had been living in the wildes by himself and trying to gather information about his mother), he went back to his clan to find out what happened go his mother. As it would turn out, Corypheus was marching through at that point, using a blue orb to summon warriors from the fade. In order to stop such a catastrophe, Zaos lunged and grabbed the orb, creating the anchor on his right hand. Next thing he knew, he was laying in a field of corpses; the corpses of his mother’s tribe. Fleeing back to his hut in the Wildes, he slowly learned to master his ability and to coincide with the voices in his mind. Rumors about him began to spread--calling him the Fade Wolf for his immense connection to the fade, another Herald of Andraste--he was spoke of as if he were a myth. It was not long after that Cassandra Pendragon was at his door with a few others, asking him to join their cause and defeat Corphyeus. He agreed hastily, hungry for revenge against the man who stripped him of her mother's clan.
Weapons: He carries a beautiful staff with him, as well as a bow and arrows just in case
Love Life: Zaos tries to keep his distance, but a certain Tevinter mage continuously slips past his defenses
Family: All of Zaos' family are deceased, but his mother's name was Liawen and his father's was Sorith
- Zaos has yet to tell anyone his name, much less reveal anything about his past
- The only person who has seen his face is the Inquisitor
- He has the Mthyal Vallaslin
- His ears are a bit larger than the normal elf's
- The scar on his nose is from when his father was training with him and got a little too close with his staff
- Zaos rides an Tirashan Swiftwind named Atish’an (Means Peace in Dalish)
- Has a wonderful knack for finding herbs at the most inopportune times, but will gather them anyway
- He has freckles all over his face, but they are most concentrated around his cheeks, forehead, nose, and shoulders
- The scar on his back was obtained when he stopped Corypheus the first time
- Zaos hides his identity to protect him from Corypheus--the last thing he needs is that man knowing who he is
- Can be found in one of the abandoned towers of Skyhold reading or crafting potions
- His room, while not as luxurious as the Inquisitors, is still very nice
- He doesn't sleep on the large bed in his room--he sleeps in his loft or in a nest by the fireplace in his room
- While he is extremely attractive, he does not think so
- His Dalish accent gets thicker when he is angry or sad
- While he can control warriors from the Fade, it tires him out extremely fast
- Can make a mean flower crown
- He stutters when he is nervous, and often forgets words in english so Dalish finds it's way into his sentences
- Mildly aloof to flirting--he isn't used to that kind of attention
Character's Theme Song: This Is War by Five Seconds to Mars
Here we go! I added in the bby's form just so oyu have a better idea of who he is! I'll start us off as well!
“Only the strong survive. Never allow others to dictate how you live. You can only rely on yourself in this desperate world, my son.”
Those were the last words Zaos ever received from his father. While receiving his Vallaslin, his father surprisingly allowed him to cry and show the pain he was enduring. His father did not want him to appear weak to any other elves he came across, even if the ceremony was illegitimate and done incorrectly. After that fateful day, he never saw his father again. Forced to live on his own, the young elf crawled his way to the Korkari wildes to seek shelter, and was met with a greater gift. An elderly woman by the name of Flemmeth aided him in his survival, teaching him what and what not to eat, how to hunt and cook, and how to brew potions. He owed every bit of knowledge to that woman, splitting onto his own path at 18. Zaos survived on his own from there on out, deciding to finally search for his mother. He had no memory of her, seeing as he was forced out and into the arms of his father. It took him years to even find who she was, much less which clan she belonged to. It was as if she was only ever spoken about in whispers--she was treated as some ghost. Once he did find out who and where she came from, he set out towards the Hinterlands to find as much information as he could. Upon arriving to the tribe, chaos and blood were pouring from every direction. Daemons were devouring the children, fathers attempting to salvage their families. Horror overtook him as bodies lay boneless- nothing but a mush of guts and crimson. He found who was controlling such creatures, watching as the hideous creature called upon warriors from the fade. So, Zaos put a stop to it. He ran at the beast, ripping the orb from his hand. The only memory he had after that was searing pain in his right arm.
It wasn’t until later did he awake. The mass of bodies had grown from the last time he viewed the graveyard, the silence unnerving. The brunette did the only thing he could; run. He ran far away, retreating back to the Korkari wildes to live in peace. If only peace were an option now. It wasn’t a few days later did the voices come. They began to explain what had happened- he had grabbed a powerful calling device that had now implanted into the palm of his hand. An “Anchor”, as they called it. It was confusing, but Zaos grew accustomed to such great power. With such an ability, word spread like wildfire over Thedas. Many stories arose- another Herald of Andraste, Kin of Mythal, and his personal favorite; Fade Wolf. It was a play on word of the Dread Wolf- Fen’harel. Seeing as they both would have a strong connection to the fade.
Not but a year later did the Inquisition came for him. They offered him a position; to stay by the side of the Herald. To become their ally until the end. How could he refuse? To work closely beside the Inquisitor and take down the monster who destroyed his clan? Of course he said yes. He refused to give them his name, asking to be called as the ‘Fade Wolf’. He was mysterious, yes, and he wished to keep it that way. He will still wear his cloak that covers his face and body, especially in public. Rarely is he seen without it, leaving his appearance up to imagination.
He was present when the Inquisitor travelled to Redcliffe in order to get in contact with the mages. He was present for the disasters that occurred after. Zaos had tried his hardest to bring the inquisitor and the mage by the name of Dorian back, but they managed to do so on their own. He aided in defeating the madman Alexius. Zaos had been present in most major events to happen involving the Inquisitor except for the Conclave--he trusted them with his life. With such a connection, he also soon became connected to those around him--mainly one Tevinter Magister in specific.
Dorian was an interesting, cocky, sarcastic man who never ceased to surprise the Fade Wolf. His curiosity knew no bounds, and neither did his endless questions. Zaos had been trying to keep his identity hidden, but the other had been insisting on knowing his name, what he looked like, and where he came from. The smaller male managed to escape each conversation with his secrets in tact, but he had no idea how much longer that would last.
As of now, the Inquisition had moved to a wonderful fortress by the name of Skyhold after the battle with Corypheus left Haven buried under mountains of snow. They found the place roughly a few weeks ago, and everyone was finally getting settled. Zaos was holed away in his room, finish potions and flash grenades he had been working on for the Inquisitor. His room was wonderful--it had a small balcony, it was secluded, and it was quiet--all that he needed. He had finished the last health potion, knowing he needed to go to the library to gather more books. He had more potions he wanted to create, and the Skyhold library would have what he needed. So, the brunette elf moved away from his crafting table, grabbed his bark brown cloak, put it on as he always did, and moved towards the library. The cloak came down to his feet, making his movements mirror those of a Shade gliding across the floor. He was as elegant as he was mysterious--Zaos knew that much. It took the quiet male no time to reach the library, muttering greetings to those as he passed them. His cloaked figure was soon stopped by a bookcase, shrouded cornflower blue eyes scanning the spines of books in search of the one he needed.