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Andraste DeVante

Ranger/Bard

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Kajii

Description

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~--~Basic info~--~

Name: Andraste DeVante
Race: As'var
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Religion: Reincarnation
Family: None
Home: Bersia, The Delishian Woodlands
Class: Ranger/Bard
Hobbies: Writing poetry, Singing and playing the harp or lute.
Favorite food: Strawberries
Morality: High
Alignment: Good.
Education: Scholar, graduated from the Chantry university of Dalewurth
Social class: Noble.
Resources: Wealthy.



~--~Physical info~--~

Weight: 145lbs
Height: 5' 1"
Hair color: Red.
Hairstyle: Short.
Eye color: Icy blue.
Skin condition: Radiant, smooth with freckles
Skin color: White or tan pending on season.
Body type: Toned
Scar: None
Tattoos: None
Piercing: None.
Birthmarks: Aside from freckles, none.



~--~Stats~--~

This is done using percents. A hundred percent being maxed unless equipment or skill increase it. Strength may exceed normal 100% output if certain plots enhance it.

Strength= Physical strength.
Constitution= Regeneration rate and overall health.
Endurance= Resistance to environmental hazards and toxins.
Dexterity= Dodge rate, reflexes, balance, range and defense.
Speed= Running speed and swimming speed.
Wisdom= Magic and concentration. The higher percentage quicker the thinker the character is and more observant
Intelligence= Magic pool as well as general and advanced knowledge.
Luck= Her ability to unlock locks and disarm traps as well as gamble.



Strength- 69%
Constitution- 78%
Endurance- 70%
Dexterity- 92%
Speed- 89%
Wisdom- 79%
Intelligence- 78%
Luck- 70%



~--~Weapon and armor~--~

Weapons proficiency- Bow, Short sword, Dagger, Hand to Hand and Crossbow.
Armor proficiency- Light armor and shield.


Armor.

Head: Nothing
Chest: Chantry ceremonial royal leather garb.
Legs: Chantry ceremonial royal dress. (short)
Hands: Chantry ceremonial royal leather gloves.
Feet: Chantry ceremonial royal leather boots.
Belt: Chantry ceremonial royal belt.
Accessory slot 1: Andraste's mother locket
Accessory slot 2: emptied
Accessory slot 3: Emptied


Weapon.

Primary close range: Short sword of eagle thorn. (Silver)
Primary long range: Longbow of wither root.
Ammo: Frost, fire, poison and silver arrows.
Secondary close range: Dagger of Anubis. (Steel)
Secondary long range: steam powered pistol crossbow.
Ammo: Lightning, poison or normal bolts.




~--~Abilities/spells~--~


Abilities.

Abilities= Skills that are either always active or skills she can activate with little concentration and time.

Beast tongue (Active)
Spider climb. (Active)
Dark vision. (Active)
Water breathing. (Active)
Cat reflexes (Active)
Nature bending. (Inactive)
Wind whisper (Inactive)
Plant tongue. (Active)
Photosynthesis (Active)
Lock picking (Active)
Disarm traps (Active)
Set traps (Active)
Alchemy (Active)
Poison making (Active)
See invisible traps (Active)
Detect key (Active)
Detect magic (active)
Detect life (Active)
Detect enchantment (Active)


Spells.

Spells= Skills that must always be activated and require time and concentration.

Shape shifting.
Earth bending.
Heal.
Regenerate other.
Dispel
Cure poison.
Mend.
Leap frog.
Slow fall.
Levitation.
Water walking.
Poison.
Acid spray.
Ray of enfeeblement
Spectral hand.
Telekinesis.

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Andraste DeVante's Story

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Andraste DeVante, Queen of the rangers of the south and famous bard and poet of Bersia would find herself within the grasp of a queer realm. A dimension unlike her own. Where worlds collided as well as realities. Character and diversity was everywhere. But so was the constant threat of war and vice. And so as she passed through these lands tightly clad in her royal attire. The red headed beauty would keep her wits about her. Within time she would find herself just outside of the lit bar. The sweet intoxicating aroma of alcohol and liquor crept froth from it's doors and into her lungs. Dancing under her petite nose as she breathed in its fumes. Exhaling softly.

“Dier ish vi'ana.” She whispered softly as she made her way up the steps, passing through it's threshold. There the beauty would stand as her icy blue eyes surveyed the scene. Casually her arms would raise as she pulled down her hood which obscured her soft facial features. Revealing her feminine face and freckles. Her tongue now tracing around her lips, moistening them as she waltzed through the crowd. Her hips would stray in perfect tune with her stride as if it were a seductive waltz. Though she did not tread so purposely.

A bow, quiver and a harp could be found strapped to her back. As a dagger and short sword clung tightly to her thigh thanks to their sheathe. Gently she would nest much like a song bird upon a vacant booth. But as she sat she'd take harp in hand and play ever so beautiful. Her fingers would dance upon the strings and resonate the tune and melody of an angel as her eyelids slid shut. What followed next would only be considered divine. Her heavenly singing voice penetrated the bar. One by one, the patrons would find themselves lost in this sirens call.

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“Dier la ein'dish. Ussta vurr ein da'leh lah. Ish viel din, ussten le'bra tun ish lah victona. Usst, usst te lembre. Usst, ussta te Lembra.” She would repeat these lines for a bit as the song and her voice weaved an emotional spell. The song was played with such passion and intensity. Yet was soft and heavenly. Pleasant to the eyes. Slowly her eyes would open as her piercing hues gazed upon the twirling flame in the fireplace. She would play the tune upon her harp as she waited.

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One approached, but even with her eyes focused upon the roaring fire. She could sense his descent toward her nest. The man spoke oddly, inquiring into questions that no doubt the answer would elude him. For the As'var as a species were riddled in secrecy due to their reclusive nature. Mere fables and myths in the world of many. Her eyes would avert towards the man as those icy blue hues reflected the almost hypnotizing waltz of the flame.

"Elvish? No, it is As'varian. The language of my people." She replied, as Andraste raked a few stubborn strands of hair behind her ear. Allowing his arm to rest upon her bare thigh after she spoke. Her eyes now stealthily prospecting the man. Not for sexual intents rather for hunting if he should be as bold as to contest her.

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One approached, but even with her eyes focused upon the roaring fire. She could sense his descent toward her nest. The man spoke oddly, inquiring into questions that no doubt the answer would elude him. For the As'var as a species were riddled in secrecy due to their reclusive nature. Mere fables and myths in the world of many. Her eyes would avert towards the man as those icy blue hues reflected the almost hypnotizing waltz of the flame.

"Elvish? No, it is As'varian. The language of my people." She replied, as Andraste raked a few stubborn strands of hair behind her ear. Allowing his arm to rest upon her bare thigh after she spoke. Her eyes now stealthily prospecting the man. Not for sexual intents rather for hunting if he should be as bold as to contest her.

"Andraste DeVante is my name..." She replied as her arm stretched out towards him. Gracing the stranger with her name and proper social gesture. At least in her realm that is. "I believe it is common courtesy to bestow your name upon a maiden who does so to you? Unless this realm is different then my own that is..." She jested with him as a gentle yet subtle smirk crept upon her freckled face.

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This man seemed to be under the impression that Andraste cared about his marital status. Still it was refreshing to find a man loyal. A rarity these days regrettably. She was not flirting with him earlier and will now make sure she did not do so in the future. Slowly she would put her harp away, allowing both hands to be free if need be. It was not everyday she met a fellow ranger. Though she doubted her and his methods were the same due to cultural differences.

"Thank you. In my society dancers and artist are considered the most honorable folk. I doubt it is the same in all realms those. You are an elf no? They are the beings with jagged ears." She replied as her eyes watched the man enter her booth, leaning and relaxing near her. "We share the same profession sir Rilith." She stated as she bit the bottom of her lip. arching a brow ever so slightly as she prepared to conclude her part in this verbal tango.

"Valkrie? No doubt the name of your partner? Either way the name is lovely. And I'm willing to bet her name is only over shadowed by her beauty no doubt. If you wish you can sit with me." She motioned with her hand for him to take root with her.

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Andraste DeVante, Queen of the rangers of the south and famous bard and poet of Bersia would find herself within the grasp of a queer realm. A dimension unlike her own. Where worlds collided as well as realities. Character and diversity was everywhere. But so was the constant threat of war and vice. And so as she passed through these lands tightly clad in her royal attire. The red headed beauty would keep her wits about her. Within time she would find herself just outside of the lit bar. The sweet intoxicating aroma of alcohol and liquor crept froth from it's doors and into her lungs. Dancing under her petite nose as she breathed in its fumes. Exhaling softly.

“Dier ish vi'ana.” She whispered softly as she made her way up the steps, passing through it's threshold. There the beauty would stand as her icy blue eyes surveyed the scene. Casually her arms would raise as she pulled down her hood which obscured her soft facial features. Revealing her feminine face and freckles. Her tongue now tracing around her lips, moistening them as she waltzed through the crowd. Her hips would stray in perfect tune with her stride as if it were a seductive waltz. Though she did not tread so purposely.

A bow, quiver and a harp could be found strapped to her back. As a dagger and short sword clung tightly to her thigh thanks to their sheathe. Gently she would nest much like a song bird upon a vacant booth. But as she sat she'd take harp in hand and play ever so beautiful. Her fingers would dance upon the strings and resonate the tune and melody of an angel as her eyelids slid shut. What followed next would only be considered divine. Her heavenly singing voice penetrated the bar. One by one, the patrons would find themselves lost in this sirens call.

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“Dier la ein'dish. Ussta vurr ein da'leh lah. Ish viel din, ussten le'bra tun ish lah victona. Usst, usst te lembre. Usst, ussta te Lembra.” She would repeat these lines for a bit as the song and her voice weaved an emotional spell. The song was played with such passion and intensity. Yet was soft and heavenly. Pleasant to the eyes. Slowly her eyes would open as her piercing hues gazed upon the twirling flame in the fireplace. She would play the tune upon her harp as she waited.

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The song would resonate and linger within the bar. Thickening the air as her haunting, yet divine voice crept within the walls. After a brief moment her singing would come to an end. Yet it's influence still range in the patrons ears and bones. Her fingers would continue to dance upon the harps strings. Her playing was as soft to the eyes as her notes were to the ears. Her piercing icy hues remained rested upon the roaring fire. Her soul felt comfort and respite in it's influence.

Softly she'd bit her bottom lips as she closed her eye lids. Vile memories and a swarthy past had begun to break through the gate and flood her mind. Her fingers would freeze as her playing ceased. Gently she'd put away the harp, laying her hands upon her thighs. Her hues opening once more as they shifted frantically. she wanted the memory to pass less she show obvious signs of it's burdensome nature.

Perhaps the company or approach of another would suffice as an elusive measure.

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Andraste DeVante, Queen of the rangers of the south and famous bard and poet of Bersia would find herself within the grasp of a queer realm. A dimension unlike her own. Where worlds collided as well as realities. Character and diversity was everywhere. But so was the constant threat of war and vice. And so as she passed through these lands tightly clad in her royal attire. The red headed beauty would keep her wits about her. Within time she would find herself just outside of the lit bar. The sweet intoxicating aroma of alcohol and liquor crept froth from it's doors and into her lungs. Dancing under her petite nose as she breathed in its fumes. Exhaling softly.

“Dier ish vi'ana.” She whispered softly as she made her way up the steps, passing through it's threshold. There the beauty would stand as her icy blue eyes surveyed the scene. Casually her arms would raise as she pulled down her hood which obscured her soft facial features. Revealing her feminine face and freckles. Her tongue now tracing around her lips, moistening them as she waltzed through the crowd. Her hips would stray in perfect tune with her stride as if it were a seductive waltz. Though she did not tread so purposely.

A bow, quiver and a harp could be found strapped to her back. As a dagger and short sword clung tightly to her thigh thanks to their sheathe. Gently she would nest much like a song bird upon a vacant booth. But as she sat she'd take harp in hand and play ever so beautiful. Her fingers would dance upon the strings and resonate the tune and melody of an angel as her eyelids slid shut. What followed next would only be considered divine. Her heavenly singing voice penetrated the bar. One by one, the patrons would find themselves lost in this sirens call.

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“Dier la ein'dish. Ussta vurr ein da'leh lah. Ish viel din, ussten le'bra tun ish lah victona. Usst, usst te lembre. Usst, ussta te Lembra.” She would repeat these lines for a bit as the song and her voice weaved an emotional spell. The song was played with such passion and intensity. Yet was soft and heavenly. Pleasant to the eyes. Slowly her eyes would open as her piercing hues gazed upon the twirling flame in the fireplace. She would play the tune upon her harp as she waited. Many might ponder why she entered the bar in a similar fashion on a regular basis. The answer was simple, it brought her peace. And the song reminded her of the motherland.

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Andraste's gaze averted towards the two men. She could hear this Conrad speak of her voice and playing. Which no doubt enticed and enthralled Obscurum enough to extend a reply not towards the man, rather towards her. "I have played since I was a child. Music is my redemption for my sins..." She replied, no doubt this would prove a queer and maybe elusive concept for some. and so she would elaborate.

"If my music can bring comfort and peace to some. Then perhaps that is atonement for the lives I have ended." She promptly replied before her tongue traced around her lips. "My name is Andraste DeVante." She stated curious whether or not they'd be as kind as to extend their own alias.

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Andraste sensed that the other man was not the friendly talkative type. Rather the silent, bad ass type...which was in some aspects sexy. Mystery was always stimulating. Though her body language nor her words would voice this thought. Nor would she care to pursue such a pointless mentality. Instead her attention would focus on the child which spoke to her and flattered her with compliments. His words merited a soft, subtle yet warm smile.

However words are weak if the persons spirit and mind are not founded with them. "Thank you Mr.Obscurum for your kind word and the extension of your alias. Such chivalry and social etiquette is nearly dead in these lands..." She replied as her fingers drummed against the fine wood. Slowly she would rise and make her way towards his table or booth. Her hips swaying in perfect tune with her stride, much like an orchestrated dance of seduction. But done so involuntarily.

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Andraste sensed that the other man was not the friendly talkative type. Rather the silent, bad ass type...which was in some aspects sexy. Mystery was always stimulating. Though her body language nor her words would voice this thought. Nor would she care to pursue such a pointless mentality. Instead her attention would focus on the child which spoke to her and flattered her with compliments. His words merited a soft, subtle yet warm smile.

However words are weak if the persons spirit and mind are not founded with them. "Thank you Mr.Obscurum for your kind word and the extension of your alias. Such chivalry and social etiquette is nearly dead in these lands..." She replied as her fingers drummed against the fine wood. Slowly she would rise and make her way towards his table or booth. Her hips swaying in perfect tune with her stride, much like an orchestrated dance of seduction. But done so involuntarily.

shortly there after she'd take nest across from the man and his bodyguard. Or that is what she took the other man for. "I doubt he will extend his name. Which is his right. The mystery adds to his mystique I suppose." She'd shrug. "In the motherland dancers and musicians are held in high regard. It is a sign of status and wealth. So learning to play well for any noble is quintessential." She'd reply as her gaze attempted to lock with his own.

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Andraste DeVante, Queen of the rangers of the south and famous bard and poet of Bersia would find herself within the grasp of a queer realm. A dimension unlike her own. Where worlds collided as well as realities. Character and diversity was everywhere. But so was the constant threat of war and vice. And so as she passed through these lands tightly clad in her royal attire. The red headed beauty would keep her wits about her. Within time she would find herself just outside of the lit bar. The sweet intoxicating aroma of alcohol and liquor crept froth from it's doors and into her lungs. Dancing under her petite nose as she breathed in its fumes. Exhaling softly.

“Dier ish vi'ana.” She whispered softly as she made her way up the steps, passing through it's threshold. There the beauty would stand as her icy blue eyes surveyed the scene. Casually her arms would raise as she pulled down her hood which obscured her soft facial features. Revealing her feminine face and freckles. Her tongue now tracing around her lips, moistening them as she waltzed through the crowd. Her hips would stray in perfect tune with her stride as if it were a seductive waltz. Though she did not tread so purposely.

A bow, quiver and a harp could be found strapped to her back. As a dagger and short sword clung tightly to her thigh thanks to their sheathe. Gently she would nest much like a song bird upon a vacant booth. But as she sat she'd take harp in hand and play ever so beautiful. Her fingers would dance upon the strings and resonate the tune and melody of an angel as her eyelids slid shut. What followed next would only be considered divine. Her heavenly singing voice penetrated the bar. One by one, the patrons would find themselves lost in this sirens call.

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“Dier la ein'dish. Ussta vurr ein da'leh lah. Ish viel din, ussten le'bra tun ish lah victona. Usst, usst te lembre. Usst, ussta te Lembra.” She would repeat these lines for a bit as the song and her voice weaved an emotional spell. The song was played with such passion and intensity. Yet was soft and heavenly. Pleasant to the eyes. Slowly her eyes would open as her piercing hues gazed upon the twirling flame in the fireplace. She would play the tune upon her harp as she waited. Many might ponder why she entered the bar in a similar fashion on a regular basis. The answer was simple, it brought her peace. And the song reminded her of the motherland. (ooc note: If you are looking for rp approach me. If there is an rp looking for another player whisper to me. Tyu)

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Andraste DeVante, Queen of the rangers of the south and famous bard and poet of Bersia would find herself within the grasp of a queer realm. A dimension unlike her own. Where worlds collided as well as realities. Character and diversity was everywhere. But so was the constant threat of war and vice.

And so as she passed through these lands tightly clad in her royal attire. The red headed beauty would keep her wits about her. Within time she would find herself just outside of the lit bar. The sweet intoxicating aroma of alcohol and liquor crept froth from it's doors and into her lungs. Dancing under her petite nose as she breathed in its fumes. Exhaling softly.

“Dier ish vi'ana.” She whispered softly as she made her way up the steps, passing through it's threshold. There the beauty would stand as her icy blue eyes surveyed the scene. Casually her arms would raise as she pulled down her hood which obscured her soft facial features. Revealing her feminine face and freckles. Her tongue now tracing around her lips, moistening them as she waltzed through the crowd. Her hips would stray in perfect tune with her stride as if it were a seductive waltz. Though she did not tread so purposely.

A bow, quiver and a harp could be found strapped to her back. As a dagger and short sword clung tightly to her thigh thanks to their sheathe. Gently she would nest much like a song bird upon a vacant booth. But as she sat she'd take harp in hand and play ever so beautiful.

Her fingers would dance upon the strings and resonate the tune and melody of an angel as her eyelids slid shut. What followed next would only be considered divine. Her heavenly singing voice penetrated the bar. One by one, the patrons would find themselves lost in this sirens call.

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“Dier la ein'dish. Ussta vurr ein da'leh lah. Ish viel din, ussten le'bra tun ish lah victona. Usst, usst te lembre. Usst, ussta te Lembra.” She would repeat these lines for a bit as the song and her voice weaved an emotional spell. The song was played with such passion and intensity. Yet was soft and heavenly. Pleasant to the eyes. Slowly her eyes would open as her piercing hues gazed upon the twirling flame in the fireplace.

She would play the tune upon her harp as she waited. Many might ponder why she entered the bar in a similar fashion on a regular basis. The answer was simple, it brought her peace. And the song reminded her of the motherland. (ooc note: If you are looking for rp approach me. If there is an rp looking for another player whisper to me. Ty)

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Andraste could feel the eyes of another barreling down upon her slender yet toned frame. Her soft blue hues would avert from the fire towards the man. Whose grin was quite menacing to say the least. Her fingers would cease dancing upon the strings. Thus ending the spell her music and voice weaved. Casually she'd put the harp away.

Her hands would rest upon her bare thighs. Her short red hair would obscure her soft facial features as gently she bite down upon her luscious lips. The ranger was good at reading people as well as the environment. And so far she sensed little about the mans intent. And so caution was deemed necessary.

The bard was often weary of strangers, especially those of the less fair sex. Mostly due to her previous experiences with them. As the man drew nigh a simple nod would greet his arrival. Her blissfully potent eyes locking with his own as she waited to see what would transpire.

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Andraste listened to the mans flattery. Which triggered a brow to arch as her teeth let go of her bottom luscious lip. A subtle smile would find it's way creeping upon her face, gracing the man. Though this stranger appeared civil. She could tell by the subtle in his body language that he was as cautious as she was, if not more.

This naturally wiled her intrigue. However not enough for her body to show it or for her to drop her guard around this armed to the teeth fellow. Something about men with lots of firearms always managed to stir some concern. "Beauty fades. It wilts and dies. I do not pride myself overly so with my looks. Though your flattery is welcomed."

She replied ever so civilly. Her potent icy blue eyes now prospecting his frame. Not in a sexual sense, rather
in a cautious matter. She was...studying him. "You have quite a few firearms. And your shifting eyes are enough for me to deduce the fact that you're hiding from something or someone."

She did state as she notion with her hand for the smelly man to sit with her. However she was use to his odor. After all rangers spent days without bathing while venturing through the woodlands. "Please sit." She commanded.

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Andraste DeVante, Queen of the rangers of the south and famous bard and poet of Bersia would find herself within the grasp of a queer realm. A dimension unlike her own. Where worlds collided as well as realities. Character and diversity was everywhere. But so was the constant threat of war and vice.

And so as she passed through these lands tightly clad in her royal attire. The red headed beauty would keep her wits about her. Within time she would find herself just outside of the lit bar. The sweet intoxicating aroma of alcohol and liquor crept froth from it's doors and into her lungs. Dancing under her petite nose as she breathed in its fumes. Exhaling softly.

“Dier ish vi'ana.” She whispered softly as she made her way up the steps, passing through it's threshold. There the beauty would stand as her icy blue eyes surveyed the scene. Casually her arms would raise as she pulled down her hood which obscured her soft facial features. Revealing her feminine face and freckles. Her tongue now tracing around her lips, moistening them as she waltzed through the crowd. Her hips would stray in perfect tune with her stride as if it were a seductive waltz. Though she did not tread so purposely.

A bow, quiver and a harp could be found strapped to her back. As a dagger and short sword clung tightly to her thigh thanks to their sheathe. Gently she would nest much like a song bird upon a vacant booth. But as she sat she'd take harp in hand and play ever so beautiful.

Her fingers would dance upon the strings and resonate the tune and melody of an angel as her eyelids slid shut. What followed next would only be considered divine. Her heavenly singing voice penetrated the bar. One by one, the patrons would find themselves lost in this sirens call.

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