<strong>Player:</strong>Primarch<br/><strong>Character:</strong>Ser Conor Stannard<br/><strong>Origin Path:</strong>Human Commoner<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><div align="center">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lxgeqtDBoP1r1f97jo2_r1_500.gif)</div><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Commander<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Warrior, Reaver<br/><strong>Skills:</strong><br/><em>Two-Handed Warrior:</em>Block and Slash > Flow of Battle > Pommel Strike > Guard Smasher > Earthshaking Strike (Shattered Ground)<br/><em>Battlemaster:</em>Grappling Chain (Give them the boot) > Hamstring > Deep Reserves > Warhorn (Break their Spirit)<br/><em>Reaver:</em>Ring of Pain > Blood Frenzy > Rampage > Terrifying Fury > Devour (Consume) > Dragon-Rage (Ravage)<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/>Conor wields a mighty greatsword, though good for cutting down any foe he comes across the Demon Slaying rune makes it particularly ideal for the Inquisitions demonic foes. His armour of choice is a suit of Heavy Warden Armour, though being crafted from Volcanic Aurum it is of significantly higher quality than the armour worn by the Wardens that originally joined the Inquisition. The Commander wears a pair of enchanted rings, one which makes his attacks strike all the harder while the other makes his foes bleed all the more terribly. His amulet boosts his constitution, making him a hardier foe and his belt protects his from fire, he's lost enough to that already. Upon his belt he carries potions to heal his wounds, plus a handful of the more slowly working regeneration potions, lastly he carries some Antivan Fire Grenade's.<br/><br/><strong>Mount:</strong>Inquisition Barded Charger (http://img4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141117034541/dragonage/images/1/10/ArmoredMount.png)<br/><br/><strong>Favourite Gifts:</strong>Dwarven Whiskey, Cake, White Runestones, Silver stuff<br/><strong>Hated Gifts:</strong>Chantry idols/scripture, Elvish junk, Gold stuff<br/><strong>Backstory:</strong><br/>Conor has been Inquisition as far back as he can remember. His father was the stablemaster of Caer Bronach when he was a young boy. His father was stablemaster over in Caer Bronach and as a young lad Conor was his little helper. They were long days and often hard, but it was what he grew up knowing. When he was a young man he got involved in patrol duties, started work as a guardsman before his father called in a few favours and made arrangements for the boy to become a squire. Truth be told he was a pretty terrible squire, he was a big lad so hitting something with his sword was fine and he knew how to sort out a camp fire, but he was a shadow in ways Ser Brennan didn't want. Couldn't he fuck a pig farmers daughter in peace?<br/><br/>By the time he was a Knight in his own right things had turned around considerably. One of the worst squires the Inquisition had ever seen became a Knight of no small talent. He was handsome and charming, strong and brave. He was popular with the lads and enjoyed the attention of many a dreamy eyed young maid. When he was 26 Conor was part of a four man team sent to deal with a High Dragon that had made its lair a bit too close to Griffon Wing Keep. It took them a week to track the bastard thing down and the fight was no joke. Bards would sing songs of how glorious and heroic it was, Conor remembers a mage shitting his pants and a very great deal of fire. The young Knight dealt the killing blow himself but suffered for it. The dragon fire burned his flesh beyond what any magic could heal. Half his face was ruined and most of the shoulder on the same side. For weeks after he was tormented by dreams of dragonfire, his reflection was a constant and hideous reminder. Suffice to say it made him a little bitter.<br/><br/>Conor pushed through the experience by diving into more and more missions, after a few years he had killed one of everything there is to kill. The Inquisitor at the time knew his current Commander only had a handful of years left in him so it was time to start looking for a replacement. Before long Conor was working directly with the Commander as his right-hand and aide. It became his responsibility to turn green as grass peasants into hardened fighters, he was a brutal taskmaster but he whipped them into shape. Soon the more complex parts of Command were falling to his responsibility, assigning troop movements and sorting out supply lines. Conor was formally appointed the Military Commander of the Inquisition at 30 years old, in the sixteen years since he's become a venerable military man. His Command is strict and unforgiving, slackers don't last for one reason or another. He's feared as much as he is respected, but he holds a great deal of respect. When push comes to shove he leads by example and there's no task he puts upon a man that he hasn't done himself.<br/><br/>Some of the men have come to calling him 'Ole'Burnface,' one made the mistake of letting him hear it. Legend has it on a clear night you can still hear him running laps around the battlements.<br/><br/><strong>Other:</strong>Conor has one child, a girl of seventeen. Her Mother was a new arrival in Skyhold, she had just started work in the tavern. Sadly she was frail in some ways and did not survive the birthing bed. The girl lis quite the opposite to her father, gentle and sweet where he is tough and fierce. Conor has done his best to do right by her and protect her from the world at large. That being said some of the squires and young Knights have a running bet on who will break in that pony. The guards have a running bet on who Conor will hang first for trying.<br/><strong>Ons:</strong><br/><strong>Offs:</strong>