<strong>Name</strong>: Mathius Vairo<br/><strong>Former Titles</strong>: Templar Knight-Lieutenant, Lord<br/><br/><strong>Sex</strong>: Male<br/><strong>Race</strong>: Human<br/><strong>Age</strong>: 29<br/><br/><strong>Class</strong>: Rogue<br/><strong>Specialization</strong>: Dueling<br/><strong>Talents/Professions</strong>: Complete Templar training, skilled duelist with dual short swords, theft, charm and coercion.<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>: Mathius has a very coy and charming personality. He always injects humor into situations, even in the most improper times to do so, and rarely takes anything seriously. Because of this, he particularly deflects questions about his past using humor to distract and change the subject. Though his propensity to write poems shows he has a deeper side to him.<br/><br/><strong>History</strong>: Mathius was born to a lower class Antivan family. As far as he knows his mother was a tavern wench who raised him alone. But at some point she could no longer keep him and had to give him away. She took Mathius to the local Chantry and gave him to be raised with the Templars. At the very least that’s the story he was always told, he has no recollection of his mother or anything before the Templars. From that point on he was raised in the Chantry, and to become a Templar in time.<br/><br/>He grew up a rebellious child, and that trait never seemed to leave him. He was cocky and stubborn, and difficult to control. But he was also talented and one of the more promising young recruits to be found in Antiva City. So his various commanders would let the smug looks and disorderly conduct pass without too much in the way of punishment. At adulthood, Mathius took to drink and whores and spent as much time at brothels as he did on duty. Eventually, he was assigned to the Circle of Magi in the city and spent three years there, rising in rank to Knight-Lieutenant.<br/><br/>However his sudden rise was just as suddenly halted. One day, while standing on guard for the Harrowing of a young Elven apprentice named Tajiri, he snapped. His commander, Knight-Commander Augustus killed the young Elf girl for believing she had taken too long. Mathius went into a frenzy and fought his own commander, leading to the young Templar slitting his own superior’s throat. Mathius ran, and escaped the Circle, and he didn’t stop running. He fled south into the Free Marches, and then west into Orlais. All the while under heavy Templar pursuit. Four months he was on the run, before his pursuers finally caught him in the forest areas outside Val Royeaux.<br/><br/>Imprisoned in the capital of Orlais, and scheduled to be executed, Mathius rotted away in cells waiting for the end. Until a Grey Warden happened upon him. He learned of Mathius’ story. Of how he was able to escape a Circle of Magi after killing his own commander, and then with pure will and determination eluded the Templars for months, and in the process killed another six of his former allies. The Warden was impressed, and used his Right of Conscription to free Mathius from his cell and save him from execution.<br/><br/>The Antivan successfully completed his joining and has been a Warden for just a few short months. Not long after completing the joining he was reassigned to aid in rebuilding the order in Ferelden. And would be present for the Battle of Ostagar.<br/><br/><strong>Armor</strong>: Grey Warden issue medium plate armor.<br/><strong>Weapon</strong>: Twins short swords he calls Fate and Grace.<br/><strong>Mount</strong>: None at the moment (unless given a horse or something)<br/><strong>Other Equipment</strong>: Keeps a poem book and pen with him. Along with some other private belongings.<br/>(http://i1089.photobucket.com/albums/i357/Odanrav/Mathius_zps3ade4230.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Tanned skin, blue eyes, dark blonde hair, and other notably Antivan features. 5’11” 180 lbs. with a very athletic build.<br/><strong>Notable Traits</strong>: Tattoo over and around his right eye, as well as a scar left by the slash  of his former commander over his left eye.<br/><br/><strong>Misc. Notes</strong>: If you find two Wardens you like more than this character, I’d be willing to play this character as a companion as well Question Mark and take a lesser role. And adapt his story to where the group would run into him at some point.<br/><br/><strong>Writing prompt response</strong>:<br/><br/>Mathius shifted in his saddle, and stirred at hearing Duncan's voice for the first time in several hours. Good thing too he thought, anymore silence and listening to the rythmic trotting of horse hooves on the cobblestone of the Imperial highway and he may well have fallen asleep and fell from his horse. He sighed and turned to face his Grey Warden commander, "I suppose we'll see if Fereldens are any good in a fight when they're not going against Orleasians." Mathius jested and deflected the question. He'd been traveling with Duncan for a few weeks now, and couldn't recall a single light hearted moment the old man had. The backwater country of Ferelden as a whole had greatly dissapointed the Antivan. Everywhere it smelled, like a bog, and the cities he'd been too were nothing in comparison with his home. Despite Orleasians all being right bastards in his own mind, at least they did have some pretty girls and nice food. More than could be said of what he'd experienced in Ferelden thus far.<br/><br/>By land, Mathius traveled from Val Royeaux, through the Dales, and to Denerim. There he met and joined up with the main Grey Warden forces led by the man riding beside him now. Soon after, they heeded the king's call to come to Ostagar, and theree Mathius was. Only a Warden for a few short months and already off to stop the blight. He would often joke to the other, less gruffy, Wardens about his impeccible timing for such things. Mathius ran a hand through his darkened blond hair and stroked his stubble. He hadn't had the chance to shave in some days due to constant riding. The Antivan made a mental note to rid himself of the beard once they'd reached their destination.<br/><br/>Suddenly then Mathius's hands began to shake as he held onto the reigns, his lips quivered, and his breathing started to quicken and become short. His head began to throb as he stopped off his horse, and quickly dismounted. "I'll be right back, just need to take a piss." Mathius said to Duncan as he wrapped his horses reigns around a nearby post and quickly shuffled off of the highway. Once out of eyeshot of the main group, Mathius ducked behind a bush and fumbled with the pack on his belt. He grabbed at a flask filled with strange blue liquid and placed it to his lips, drinking the substance. A few seconds passed and his hands ceased shaking, his breath became normal again and he regained himself. Mathius placed the flask of liquidated lyrium back into his pack and secured it well. Several  moments later he began the trek back to the highway, to rejoin the main group again. Ostagar was now just in sight on the horizon.