P L A Y E R;
NAME: Sam
AGE:23
PLAYER JOURNAL:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
powers
TIMEZONE: mst
CONTACT: plurk:starfires
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: sansa stark
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Sera
CANON: Dragon Age: Inquisition
POINT IN CANON: end of the main storyline
AGE: early twenties
APPEARANCE: http://oyster.ignimgs.com/mediawiki/apis.ign.com/dragon-age-3/thumb/4/48/Sera_Image.jpg/468px-Sera_Image.jpg
CANON HISTORY: http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Sera
CANON PERSONALITY: Sera is a brash, bold young lady who couldn't hold back if she tried to. Orphaned at a young age, Sera taught herself everything she knows- unfortunately, this includes her manners. She never seems to know quite where to stop, she belches at the dinner table, and she makes her home in a tavern. None of these things are quite understood by the people she is around, nor are they approved. But Sera could care less about what anyone thinks- and she's not afraid to tell them that, either. She speaks her mind at all times, no matter how unpopular her opinions, and never holds her own laughter in, no matter how poor her own jokes.
Her upbringing has created a sense of toughness and 'righteousness' in her heart. Sera's time being kicked around in the streets of Denerim for both her race and her class have turned her into a crusader for the 'little people'. She identifies herself as one of them, a simple person, and is willing to fight until the end of her life to make life more fair, in her own eyes. She's a bit of a rebellious spitfire, not good at listening to those who stand above her in status or wealth. Sera's views border on the edge of black-and-white, and any attempts to make her see otherwise create frustration and anger.
While she's never one to admit it, Sera has a selfless heart. She shares with her friends, and doesn't take joy out of getting gold-- though she may take joy in taking it from the wealthy. She has no wish for luxuries or material wealth, instead taking pleasure in the company of her friends, the fact that she is free of anyone telling her what to do- and in the pranks that she decides to pull wherever she goes.
It's true- chaos seems to follow at her heels, wherever she wanders. She pays it no notice- as long as it's chaos she's created. Anything she feels she can't control is met with extreme agitation, shouts, and hair-pulling. She doesn't like to talk about herself, or her past, to anyone except those very closest to her, and she's prone to namecalling and bouts of over the top mischief. While these are all very frustrating personality flaws, but as mentioned before, if Sera pays any notice of her own wrongdoing, no one would know. She's certainly not showing any sense of apology.
Overall, she's a ball of sass and spunk, led entirely by her own heart and emotions. She marches to the beat of a drum that only she can hear- but her alternate ways of looking at things, and her true desire to do good for those less fortunate make her an extremely valuable ally.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: The game was played with the following plot points:
-Sera's Inquisitor was a female Dalish Elf named Ellana
-The Inquisition was sided with the mages- and allowed them to join the Inquisition as equals
-The Empress was saved
-Sera was befriended and all party members recruited
-The Inquisitor romanced Josephine
ABILITIES: Sera is a rouge- skilled in the arts of using a bow and arrow, daggers, and being sneaky as fuck. Her Tempest specialty gives her the ability to create and mix special elixers in battle- but only one at a time.
She's also exceptionally skilled at cursing someone with her own made up cuss words.
INVENTORY; Longbow of the Griffon, 20 arrows, her stock armor and outfit, 3 jars of bees
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? i'm so sorry
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: [Sera stands leaning over the edge of the fence, a perpetual scowl about her face as she peers at the Griffon pen.]
I don' care what everyone else says, I don' trust 'em. Never trusted anything that big, 'specially not nothing that looks like it can sweep down an' eat a kid in one bite. How do we know they aren't kid-eaters anyway? Baby in a basket, strollin' down the street, and it's all RWAR, crash, talons and screamin' and gobble gobble-- You get the point. [Even if they didn't, she made a nice show. Her entire speech is punctuated with over the top hand movements and hissing facial features, her hands making claw-like motions in the air as she attempts to make her point.
When she speaks again, it's mumbled, and she's slouched down a little, giving up on her theatrics for the time being.] Freakin' dragon-wannabe, baby-stealin' monsters, free to fly aroun' whenever they want. Shouldn' be a big deal to be scared of 'em. Shouldn' be a crime to put a couple arrows in one. I'll leave em alone, but if one makes any sudden swoopish moves, I'm fillin' it with arrows.
PROSE SAMPLE: They called it Liminal Space, but if you asked Sera, it was just some screwed up version of the Fade. There was snow that wasn't snow, animals that weren't actually made out of animal-stuff, and didn't bleed when you stabbed them. She hadn't told anyone, (especially not Dorian, pompus snot, no matter how much she may appreciate his company) but this rightfully scared the piss out of her, and how casually the other so-called Travelers were acting about this all was starting to make her rather sour. Her nose screwed up as she tugged her dagger out of the ridiculous marshmallow bunny rabbit, resisting the urge to try and nibble some of the marshmallow goop off of it.
"Ain' right at all, this shit." She grumbled to herself, rising off the ground and wiping her palms on the knees of her leggings. It all made her feel like she might be dead, which she wasn't too big a fan of. And the whole untouchable trumpy bullshit going on, she wasn't too big a fan of that either- being told what to do, even subtly, was not Sera's cup of tea. In fact-- "Load of dragon shit, that's right, I said it." She hissed, returning her still-sticky dagger to it's proper place on her hip. "Ain' no one else gonna, but I will, and--" She paused at this point, tilting her head up, taking a step back-- and then she raised her fist to the sky, giving it a good little shakewhile she was at it "An- I'm not playin' your stupid Trumpy game! Ya hear that? I quit!"
.... Sera waited very patiently for these supposed almighty trumps to respond to her. She waited as patiently as she could, at least, for them to strike her down with a bolt of lighting, or to maybe listen to her wrath and send her back home, where she was needed. If they were listening, it didn't matter, because she got bored after about ten seconds. She dropped her head then, kicking at the not-snow, shuffling back towards where the other Travelers awaited. "Stupid. Didn' matter anyway."
NAME: Sam
AGE:23
PLAYER JOURNAL:
powersTIMEZONE: mst
CONTACT: plurk:starfires
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED: sansa stark
C H A R A C T E R;
NAME: Sera
CANON: Dragon Age: Inquisition
POINT IN CANON: end of the main storyline
AGE: early twenties
APPEARANCE: http://oyster.ignimgs.com/mediawiki/apis.ign.com/dragon-age-3/thumb/4/48/Sera_Image.jpg/468px-Sera_Image.jpg
CANON HISTORY: http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Sera
CANON PERSONALITY: Sera is a brash, bold young lady who couldn't hold back if she tried to. Orphaned at a young age, Sera taught herself everything she knows- unfortunately, this includes her manners. She never seems to know quite where to stop, she belches at the dinner table, and she makes her home in a tavern. None of these things are quite understood by the people she is around, nor are they approved. But Sera could care less about what anyone thinks- and she's not afraid to tell them that, either. She speaks her mind at all times, no matter how unpopular her opinions, and never holds her own laughter in, no matter how poor her own jokes.
Her upbringing has created a sense of toughness and 'righteousness' in her heart. Sera's time being kicked around in the streets of Denerim for both her race and her class have turned her into a crusader for the 'little people'. She identifies herself as one of them, a simple person, and is willing to fight until the end of her life to make life more fair, in her own eyes. She's a bit of a rebellious spitfire, not good at listening to those who stand above her in status or wealth. Sera's views border on the edge of black-and-white, and any attempts to make her see otherwise create frustration and anger.
While she's never one to admit it, Sera has a selfless heart. She shares with her friends, and doesn't take joy out of getting gold-- though she may take joy in taking it from the wealthy. She has no wish for luxuries or material wealth, instead taking pleasure in the company of her friends, the fact that she is free of anyone telling her what to do- and in the pranks that she decides to pull wherever she goes.
It's true- chaos seems to follow at her heels, wherever she wanders. She pays it no notice- as long as it's chaos she's created. Anything she feels she can't control is met with extreme agitation, shouts, and hair-pulling. She doesn't like to talk about herself, or her past, to anyone except those very closest to her, and she's prone to namecalling and bouts of over the top mischief. While these are all very frustrating personality flaws, but as mentioned before, if Sera pays any notice of her own wrongdoing, no one would know. She's certainly not showing any sense of apology.
Overall, she's a ball of sass and spunk, led entirely by her own heart and emotions. She marches to the beat of a drum that only she can hear- but her alternate ways of looking at things, and her true desire to do good for those less fortunate make her an extremely valuable ally.
POINT OF DEPARTURE: The game was played with the following plot points:
-Sera's Inquisitor was a female Dalish Elf named Ellana
-The Inquisition was sided with the mages- and allowed them to join the Inquisition as equals
-The Empress was saved
-Sera was befriended and all party members recruited
-The Inquisitor romanced Josephine
ABILITIES: Sera is a rouge- skilled in the arts of using a bow and arrow, daggers, and being sneaky as fuck. Her Tempest specialty gives her the ability to create and mix special elixers in battle- but only one at a time.
She's also exceptionally skilled at cursing someone with her own made up cuss words.
INVENTORY; Longbow of the Griffon, 20 arrows, her stock armor and outfit, 3 jars of bees
ANYTHING ELSE WE SHOULD KNOW? i'm so sorry
S A M P L E S;
ACTIONSPAM SAMPLE: [Sera stands leaning over the edge of the fence, a perpetual scowl about her face as she peers at the Griffon pen.]
I don' care what everyone else says, I don' trust 'em. Never trusted anything that big, 'specially not nothing that looks like it can sweep down an' eat a kid in one bite. How do we know they aren't kid-eaters anyway? Baby in a basket, strollin' down the street, and it's all RWAR, crash, talons and screamin' and gobble gobble-- You get the point. [Even if they didn't, she made a nice show. Her entire speech is punctuated with over the top hand movements and hissing facial features, her hands making claw-like motions in the air as she attempts to make her point.
When she speaks again, it's mumbled, and she's slouched down a little, giving up on her theatrics for the time being.] Freakin' dragon-wannabe, baby-stealin' monsters, free to fly aroun' whenever they want. Shouldn' be a big deal to be scared of 'em. Shouldn' be a crime to put a couple arrows in one. I'll leave em alone, but if one makes any sudden swoopish moves, I'm fillin' it with arrows.
PROSE SAMPLE: They called it Liminal Space, but if you asked Sera, it was just some screwed up version of the Fade. There was snow that wasn't snow, animals that weren't actually made out of animal-stuff, and didn't bleed when you stabbed them. She hadn't told anyone, (especially not Dorian, pompus snot, no matter how much she may appreciate his company) but this rightfully scared the piss out of her, and how casually the other so-called Travelers were acting about this all was starting to make her rather sour. Her nose screwed up as she tugged her dagger out of the ridiculous marshmallow bunny rabbit, resisting the urge to try and nibble some of the marshmallow goop off of it.
"Ain' right at all, this shit." She grumbled to herself, rising off the ground and wiping her palms on the knees of her leggings. It all made her feel like she might be dead, which she wasn't too big a fan of. And the whole untouchable trumpy bullshit going on, she wasn't too big a fan of that either- being told what to do, even subtly, was not Sera's cup of tea. In fact-- "Load of dragon shit, that's right, I said it." She hissed, returning her still-sticky dagger to it's proper place on her hip. "Ain' no one else gonna, but I will, and--" She paused at this point, tilting her head up, taking a step back-- and then she raised her fist to the sky, giving it a good little shakewhile she was at it "An- I'm not playin' your stupid Trumpy game! Ya hear that? I quit!"
.... Sera waited very patiently for these supposed almighty trumps to respond to her. She waited as patiently as she could, at least, for them to strike her down with a bolt of lighting, or to maybe listen to her wrath and send her back home, where she was needed. If they were listening, it didn't matter, because she got bored after about ten seconds. She dropped her head then, kicking at the not-snow, shuffling back towards where the other Travelers awaited. "Stupid. Didn' matter anyway."
