Name: Saven(Combined from Salrian and Venkrys, his 1st and last ,Sence he dosen't really like his real name.)

Age: 27

Race: Human

Height, Weight, and Build: 6'1, 183lbs(251 lbs with armor), Fairly stacked build, somewhat skinny arms, and powerful legs.

Appearance: Editing

Class: Warrior(Reaver/Spirit Warrior)

Weapon Style: Saven uses a variety of blade styles. From dual weapons to crossbows. For the most part he enjoys using two-handed weaponary, as they provide more force when he slashes out at his enemies.

Personality: Saven is a very comidal, hotheaded man. He cracks jokes any chance he gets, but can be angered very easily when prevoked. He tries to solve most matters without his blade, but there are jsut some times when he can't keep his temper. All in all, hes a nice guy. However he can be very annoying at time. He is also somewhat of a pervert. Not the smoothtalking kind either.

Nation of Origin: Ferelden

Skills: Saven's fighting style consists of slashing out at his opponents violently, knowing when its ok to take hits and which ones to avoid. He also possesses the abilities of both Reaver and Spirit Warrior. For Reaver, he is constantly using his life energy to empower his attack, and stealing life energy back from his opponents, making this skill a gamble to use. He also possesses the ability to draw power from the fade to use against his enemies, from his Spirit Warrior skill.

Background: Saven was born as the town Smithy's nephew, in Redcliffe. His parents were killed in the undead invasion of Redcliffe, and so he was forced to live with Owen and his cousen Valena. It all seemed hopeless until the Grey Warden Lucas came to save the day. He was still a teenager at the time, but a man made already(Sorry, had to add some medival talk xP). He heard tales of the Warden's other adventures, and even heard that he ended the Blight and survived. He was amazed that such a Hero could exist. He thought, that if one man could accomplish all of this, then why couldn't he? One day he decided to steal a few things from his uncle and cousen, and run away to begin his own tales of glory, and fame. He took, a few rations of food, some water, a helm, and fairly light brestplate, and a Claymore which he overheard his uncle say was his finest work in years. It was truely an amazing peace of work. Over the years he haden't made much of a name for himself. He survived by making deals with the lowest of the low, and survived by fighting, and killing. Most of the fights ussually started by his smart mouth, or a bad pun. He picked up many skills on his travels. He decided to seek out the Grey Warden Lucas, and hopefully join him in his adventures. The only problem is that he has a very poor sence of direction, which gets in the way even if someone gives him directions 1,000 times.

Other: Um... He likes to kill stuff? Also to get into dangerously exciting situations. xD