Name: Siobhan Suffrage
Age: 30
Appearance:
Nationality: Orlesian by way of Sahrnia
Race: Human
Organization/Occupation: Seeker Of Truth
Class:Rogue
Equipment/Description: Siobhan is never without her twin daggers and small cache of throwing knives, and is most often attired in modified prowler mail. Beyond that she wears a plain silver chain that once belonged to her mother, the only thing that the orphan owns of a personal nature. Siobhan also carries a small pack of supplies for basic survival needs - flint, medicinal herbs, potions etc.
Specialization: Bard - Siobhan can spin a tale and sing like a bird. She can also kill you in the blink of an eye without mussing her hair or wrinkling her clothing.
History:Siobhan Suffrage was born in Orlais in the small village of Sahrnia, a place which had its own part to play in the battle between Corypheus and the Inquisition. The tales of the Corruption of Sarhnia spread far and wide, the townspeople stolen or rather given to the red templars to mine red lyrium. Many of whom died, the rest rescued from captivity by the Inquisitor and Divine. Siobhan had been ten years old and watched for years previous as the War of the Lions destroyed her home and had to hide and watch yet again as the red templars stole her family and rendered their home’s destruction complete.
The young girl, now without kith or kin remained the ward of the rebuilt chantry in Sahrnia where it was believed she would eventually enter into service. Siobhan, though dutiful and devoted also possessed a bit of an impulsive streak. So when the opportunity came along to hitch a ride to Val Royeaux with a traveling merchant Siobhan seized upon it. She might have only been fourteen but she couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life in Sahrnia, it only reminded her of what she lost and ultimately how weak she really was in the face of such onslaught. She vowed she’d do everything in her power to keep from being taken advantage of again, from being seen as weak.
This was why she’d been drawn to her bardmaster in the first place. He’d been everything she’d wanted for herself, cool, calm and collected. So perfectly in control of everything, it was masterful and Siobhan coveted that for herself. So at the tender age of fourteen she began her training having shown the bardmaster tenacity and a talent for amusement. Nearly six years later she would come into her own as a bard, often called The Black Belle in her widespread travels.
For nearly five years, Siobhan lived the life of a bard. She was welcomed amongst the nobles, and became a grand player of the game for a short time. It was an incredible achievement for the little orphan girl from a mining village. It was actually on a stop in Sahrnia, now rebuilt and functioning up to levels previously seen before the War of the Lions that Siobhan had a crisis of fate. Seeing her home, simple as it may be, up and running again forced her to take a long look at herself. What had happened to her dreams of serving the Maker? She should have been here helping to rebuild not out gallivanting the world playing at some game that cost people their lives.
Making the break from her bardmaster had been the hardest thing she’d ever had to. Harder than losing her parents, harder than the vigil she’d undertaken when she’d become a Seeker Of Truth and to this day there is a small part of her that longs for him and his guidance. Something she quickly pushes down with repeated visits to the chantry and mumbled canticles beneath her breath.
After her initiation into the Seekers of Truth, Siobhan was stationed in Starkhaven in the Free Marches where she’s been ever since, proving her loyalty and leadership qualities to all those around her.
Age: 30
Appearance:
Nationality: Orlesian by way of Sahrnia
Race: Human
Organization/Occupation: Seeker Of Truth
Class:Rogue
Equipment/Description: Siobhan is never without her twin daggers and small cache of throwing knives, and is most often attired in modified prowler mail. Beyond that she wears a plain silver chain that once belonged to her mother, the only thing that the orphan owns of a personal nature. Siobhan also carries a small pack of supplies for basic survival needs - flint, medicinal herbs, potions etc.
Specialization: Bard - Siobhan can spin a tale and sing like a bird. She can also kill you in the blink of an eye without mussing her hair or wrinkling her clothing.
History:Siobhan Suffrage was born in Orlais in the small village of Sahrnia, a place which had its own part to play in the battle between Corypheus and the Inquisition. The tales of the Corruption of Sarhnia spread far and wide, the townspeople stolen or rather given to the red templars to mine red lyrium. Many of whom died, the rest rescued from captivity by the Inquisitor and Divine. Siobhan had been ten years old and watched for years previous as the War of the Lions destroyed her home and had to hide and watch yet again as the red templars stole her family and rendered their home’s destruction complete.
The young girl, now without kith or kin remained the ward of the rebuilt chantry in Sahrnia where it was believed she would eventually enter into service. Siobhan, though dutiful and devoted also possessed a bit of an impulsive streak. So when the opportunity came along to hitch a ride to Val Royeaux with a traveling merchant Siobhan seized upon it. She might have only been fourteen but she couldn’t imagine spending the rest of her life in Sahrnia, it only reminded her of what she lost and ultimately how weak she really was in the face of such onslaught. She vowed she’d do everything in her power to keep from being taken advantage of again, from being seen as weak.
This was why she’d been drawn to her bardmaster in the first place. He’d been everything she’d wanted for herself, cool, calm and collected. So perfectly in control of everything, it was masterful and Siobhan coveted that for herself. So at the tender age of fourteen she began her training having shown the bardmaster tenacity and a talent for amusement. Nearly six years later she would come into her own as a bard, often called The Black Belle in her widespread travels.
For nearly five years, Siobhan lived the life of a bard. She was welcomed amongst the nobles, and became a grand player of the game for a short time. It was an incredible achievement for the little orphan girl from a mining village. It was actually on a stop in Sahrnia, now rebuilt and functioning up to levels previously seen before the War of the Lions that Siobhan had a crisis of fate. Seeing her home, simple as it may be, up and running again forced her to take a long look at herself. What had happened to her dreams of serving the Maker? She should have been here helping to rebuild not out gallivanting the world playing at some game that cost people their lives.
Making the break from her bardmaster had been the hardest thing she’d ever had to. Harder than losing her parents, harder than the vigil she’d undertaken when she’d become a Seeker Of Truth and to this day there is a small part of her that longs for him and his guidance. Something she quickly pushes down with repeated visits to the chantry and mumbled canticles beneath her breath.
After her initiation into the Seekers of Truth, Siobhan was stationed in Starkhaven in the Free Marches where she’s been ever since, proving her loyalty and leadership qualities to all those around her.