Rémy is 5'10" with an athletic build from living off the land. He has long light brown hair and stubble with a light green left eye and pale blue right eye. From his years on the run as well as his time as a Knight Enchanter for the Chantry he received several scaring across his body and a noticeable medium sized scar on the bottom left of his face from his jawline to the corner of his eye, along with an intersecting scar from his cheek to his ear.
Regarding clothing Rémy wears leather pants, boots and gloves and cloth shirts that have been fitted with various furs and his signature baby blue hooded cloak with gold trim and accents.
He carries with him an engraved staff with an attached blade from his time as a knight enchanter as his primary and a small axe as his secondary.
Personality:
Introvert | Loner | Quiet | Tactical | Dutiful | Resilient | Adventurous | Helpful | Freethinker | Forthright
Strengths:
Range Combat | Melee Combat | Scouting | Foraging | Trap making | Hunting | Stealth | Clothes Making | Weapon Crafting | Potion Making
Negatives:
Apostate | Believed to be an Abomination | Doesn't voice his Complaints | Silent | Holds a Grudge
Hobbies:
Observe Wildlife | Relax by the waterfall | Reading | Painting | Exploring |
Although Rémy hails from Anderfels he spent most of his life in Orlais. His mother was an apostate and his father a devoted husband. When he was ten years old he watched as a templar cut down his father for protecting his mother, who with his sacrifice managed to take him and run. It wasn't until they were halfway to the Free Marches that the same templars caught up and with his mother knowing that if she were to be brought to the circle she would become tranquil she fought to no avail, a sword plunging into her back. Rémy, already having shown magic abilities, was round up and escorted to the white spire in a fit of tears and anger. The last thing he wanted was to be cut off from the world with every movement being watched, but this was going to be his life now so he gave in fairly easy. Nothing affected him after that and he became mute.
His prowess with fade magic didn’t go without notice, along with his expert grasp of all magics and when he was sixteen he was dealt with the harrowing, finishing in near record time. Everything had been noted; his accomplishments, his ease with learning, his sensitivity to the fade. Everything. On a night he can no longer remember soon after his harrowing he was suddenly important. He was to begin training to become a knight enchanter for the Chantry. Already knowing how to fight as a rift mage, this peaked his interest even if it meant a tighter leash and so for the next six years he was under the Chantry's thumb, being sent out to fight powerful enemies or protect valuable assets. A puppet on a string.
His seventh year as a knight enchanter was his breaking point. While on a mission with several templars to investigate a village where there had been talks of dark hauntings he was misguided. Believing that it was a mere possession that was going on Rémy stopped the templars from killing a small boy by killing them first. However the boy was a facade for a powerful demon residing in the child. It had tricked him and made him a wanted apostate yet again. Everyone seen him kill five templars and if he didn’t act quickly there would be no place to hide, grabbing a horse he ran.
Rémy started in the Free Marches and is now in Ferelden where he wanders deep within the Korcari Wilds and throughout the Frostback Mountains only making his way into villages when he truly needs something. There have been no signs of any hunters as of late but he is always on the lookout.