Approval & Gifts

NATIVE APPLICATION

Name: Mai
Age: 18
Contact: lonelyaura on plurk
Other Characters: none!
Interests:
Adventure and character development! I’m not very good at slice of life, but I’d really like to explore the relations between races and magic users, and challenge her perspective on those.


Name: Meoni Kost
Canon/OC: Dragon Age OC
Journal:
Race: Qunari (Vashoth)
Nationality: Free Marches
Occupation: Leader of a mercenary team in a larger company, at least until recently.
Age: 45

History

Meoni is the first child of a Tal-Vashoth and a Vashoth, and has a younger brother. Her family was part of a group of Vashoth and other societal outcasts that banded together, nomadically travelling around and selling goods and services to towns who would hire them.

Her Tal-Vashoth parent taught her how to use a greatsword, and she was skilled enough that at twenty-one she struck out to join a fairly large mercenary organization. Over the years she worked her way up from a grunt to a leader of a team. She’s been offered higher positions, but opted out, preferring to get orders and make small scale decisions.

It was on her last mission for the group where she made a fatal mistake, when she underestimated the numbers of the Red Army people and her team fell. She was taken and tortured for information. She escaped with help after losing most of one horn and half the other, quit her mercenary group, and joined the Inquisition.

Personality

On most days, you’ll see Meoni relaxed. She has a witty comment for everyone she meets, and occasionally bad puns. For the most part she’s confident in who she is and what she does, even if other people disagree--though she doesn’t usually make it a point to flaunt her opinions in other people’s faces. Often, she makes the choice to keep her head out of certain issues, such as race relations between humans and elves or whether mages should be kept in circles. She may have thoughts and ideas, but she’d rather avoid making strong statements--it’s not her job and she’s hardly qualified to make calls.

Tevinter slavery does horrify her, with the idea that a person could be owned. But unlike many Vashoth, she’s not completely opposed to the Qun: she saw its principles reflected in her community growing up (everyone helping each other and focusing on the greater good in particular), and would like to sit down and talk to a Tal-Vashoth or a Qunari about the difference between the Qun’s practice and her community.

Meoni’s lowkey Andrastian--she feels like there has to be something, and the idea of a single Maker makes the most sense to her. She isn’t sure about the Chantry’s interpretation, however.

Killing has been a job to her for a long time. It’s not something she takes delight in, and not something she hates. She does take pride in her knowledge of grenades and poison, but it’s hard for her to take any joy in killing. At the same time, she considers death much more merciful than imprisonment, and if asked, she would say that whatever’s in the next world is probably better suited to judging people for their crimes than she is.

But generally people don’t ask, and she doesn’t want to be making those decisions outside of battle anyway. Ultimately, Meoni can lead, but most of the time she prefers to take orders and coordinate other people to carry them out to the best of their ability. Meoni’s actually quite fascinated by Orlesian politics, from what she’s seen on bodyguard missions, but would prefer not to engage.

When threatened, she clams up and becomes rather stoic. Her humor is for friends, not jerks who have her at knifepoint. The way to really make her livid, though, is hurting said friends. With the recent death of her team, she’s upset with herself, and has a new anger against the red army.

Relationships with other people can be tricky. Meoni’s very flirty, but not very interested in committed relationships. Often the lines of friendship and romance blur for her, much to the consternation of people just trying to stay friends. She won’t flirt with anyone under thirty, however.

In summary, Meoni’s pretty chill. She’s not idealistic enough to think that she’ll change the world single-handedly, and a bit too tired to fight emotionally and socially as well as physically. The torture she’s endured has left her more driven to fight for a cause, and less confident in her ability to lead, not to mention the PTSD.

Opinions & Affiliations

Chantry: Theoretically not bad, but she's frustrated with them for being so rigid.
Qun: Despite the horror stories from her parents, she isn’t terribly opposed. She just finds it a fascinating, if alien idea.
Mage/Templar War: Mages are in the right for being victims, but she’s a bit wary of them. The magic itself isn’t what bothers her, it’s more the whole “at risk of demon possession” thing.
Race Relations: Everyone dies if you find the right place. Some people are harder to kill than others.
Rifters: After she meets some she’ll warm up to them, but she’s a little wary that they’re just demons who’ve taken the forms of people and are walking around pretending to be those people. Especially with Cole running around...


Strengths & Weaknesses

Meoni’s a tank who specializes in thrown grenades. She can take a lot before she goes down, and her favorite way to take someone out is to throw a bomb as she charges in, and then kill her opponent with her weapon of choice. Currently she has an axe with a corrupting rune, but this could change.

Non-combat wise, she’s not very educated. She can read, write, do math, and strategize on the battlefield. Otherwise, she’s just used to taking orders. If given the chance, she would really enjoy politics.

Meoni has a crippling terror of the undead. She can not deal and when facing them in combat and tends to be a little indiscriminate with fire grenades. She’s also a bit paranoid that she’ll fall into a grave if she walks over one. Demons also creep her out, but to a lesser degree.

Her confidence has taken a major hit. She doesn’t want to be responsible for a team anymore, and certain combat situations will set her on edge. At the moment, any sort of body binding will make her aggressive.

She doesn’t have particularly great sight.

Basically, what are they best at, and what are they worst at? Where can they help and where will they be a liability? It is not necessary to pick a class or to provide lists of specific Dragon Age skills or skill trees. It's sufficient to give us a general idea of areas and level of ability but please make sure you cover any magical ability or significant skill/resource/connection you hope to rely on in-game.

Inventory

Please list any notable objects your character will be bringing with them.

- Felandaris Vitaar
- Two sided axe
- Heavy armor

Motivation

PROPOSAL FOR QUEST TO RECRUIT MEONI:
A group of Red Templars+Mages have been causing a stir near a town/outpost recently, and are apparently searching for very specific information about [where something is stored, troop movements, or anything else to the mods’ discretion]. Meoni’s mercenary group was hired by a local noble to deal with it, but they were overwhelmed, and most of the team killed. Meoni’s currently being tortured for information/is being exposed to red lyrium. If a team came to investigate or clear the place out, she could be rescued and pledge herself to the Inquisition, out of gratitude and a wish to redeem herself.

If not, Meoni could have escaped and decided to come to the Inquisition to redeem herself from the choices she made that resulted in the death of her team, and to work for a greater cause than money.



The first comment thread as the sample, please!

Ever since she was a teenager, Meoni had had to sleep on her stomach. Her horns stretched back behind her without curving up or down, and had left her unable to sleep comfortably in any other position. Now she had the option to sleep at an angle on her right side. Now her head was lighter, and she didn’t have to be so careful about how she turned her head.

Meoni brought her right hand up to feel the remnants of her right horn. Her head still ached, and she could feel the bruising, otherwise invisible. They’d weighed it down, sawing into it. Her torturers had learned from her right horn: it would only break off in the middle of they just weighed it down. This time they had cut as deeply as they could manage, leaving it as close to her skull as they could.

It was supposed to be humiliating. It was supposed to rankle, losing her horns. It wasn’t quite embarrassing, though Meoni was upset. It was more a resignation to the inevitable. Living the life that she did, she had expected to lose bits of her horns long ago. Now she had lost half of one and most of the other.

She ran her thumb along the horn. It had bled when it had been taken, so close to her skull. She could feel scabs and sharp bits that threatened to cut her thumb if she pressed down too hard. Meoni picked a jagged piece and pressed it, trying to remove it.

It didn’t budge. She would have to file it down, later.

It was almost comforting, in a strange way. Sudden trauma had changed it, but to make it safe and docile? That required grinding it down.

She would be okay. Maybe not fine, but okay.