Agents, alors - très bien. Clara reconnaît avec un clin d'œil de compréhension. Elle s'est mue pour continuer à écouter les voyous apprendre des choses telles que les mines de lyriques rouges et les Venatori. "Venatori, comme dans les Cultistes de Tevinter? Ils agissent contre Ferelden?" Clara a ensuite demandé avant de prendre un moment pour s'arrêter puis parler plus loin, "La présence de lyrique rouge est également une préoccupation - il peut être préférable de détruire le réseau de tunnel. Le lyrisme rouge est semblable au mal et à l'abomination, et il serait mieux purgé du tourbillon du Créateur. » Elle allait continuer, avec l'imagination suggérant qu'elle pourrait même conduire dans le Chant de Lumière, avant que la lumière rouge faible vienne du tunnel devant.
Les yeux de Clara, à travers la visière de sa barre, se sont effondrés vers la source de la lumière rouge avant de se déplacer vers la naine en mouvement. Elle se déplaça prudemment de son côté - en particulier de son côté gauche - pour créer quelque chose de la ligne de front d'une formation pour le voyou et le mage derrière pour faire en toute sécurité ce qu'ils font le mieux. Alors que le nain à côté d'elle apportait son bouclier à porter, elle apporta le sien à son front de telle manière à complimenter un mur, comme le nain; Albiet, à pas tout à fait le mieux effectué en raison de la différence de hauteur naturelle, mais encore à un certain effet jamais-le-moins.
Les yeux de Clara s'élargissent brièvement puis squintent dans la concentration alors que les figures entrent dans la lumière : des créatures chaotiques, rouge-veinées, quelque chose qui complimente vaguement ce qui était autrefois de la création du créateur - ou plutôt, des abominations. Si elle n'était pas liée par le devoir par la mention de lyrique rouge, elle était certainement maintenant: elle tirait son long-mot de son fourreau avec un rasoir de témoin avant de l'amener à son côté, l'appartement de la lame parallèle au sol et tenu haut à côté du bouclier - de manière à permettre à la fois les poussées défensives et les frappes offensives de l'épaule avec le bénéfice de la défense sonore.
Comme le nain l'a appelé au gardien Mage, Clara s'est parlée, sa voix résonnant subtilement dans tout le tunnel d'une manière qui le rend plus qu'audible pour le parti.
"Heureux ceux qui se tiennent devant les corrompus et les méchants, et qui ne s'égarent pas. Heureux les soldats de la paix, les champions du juste." Sa prière tranquille s'acheva face aux abominations, et elle se mit au combat.
Clara AlmeidaKnight-Lieutenant, Templar Order
Age:
25.
Gender:
Female.
Race:
Human.
Nationality:
Ferelden, from the Frostback Mountains.
Occupation:
Templar ambassador to the Grey Wardens.
Equipment:
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Biography:
Clara Almeida was born in the mid-upper regions of the Frostback Mountains located to the east side of Ferelden, where her family had been a part of a semi-isolationist village which traded extensively with Redcliffe Village, providing unique meats and spices from the mountain in exchange for commodities such as warm clothes and crops produce that couldn't be grown in the three-season snow. At the time of Clara's birth the village was at the tail end of poverty and hardship as significant illness had struck its residents, in turn preventing them from hunting and hence trading for essential supplies; the chain of events continued until the village was left entirely with the sick and lame. After a failed attempt at helping the village by a group of volunteers from Redcliffe Village, the volunteers pleaded their case to the local Chantry, who investigated the matter and concluded that little could be done in such a late stage. The Chantry sect decided to save who they could, and took all those who could survive the trek down the mountain or could be carried, such as infants; luckily enough, Clara was once such infant.
Clara, orphaned after the passing of her village when she was no older than 7 months old, recalls her first memories within the walls of the Redcliffe Chantry. She never knew her family and frankly wasn't really bothered by it, partly because she never knew any better and partly because she was treated well by the religious brothers and sisters. Although she was considered to be put up for adoption, her hardy constitution and natural physical prowess deriving from generations of her family being from the mountains made her an ideal candidate for the Templar Order, and as such the chantry retained her as a Sister until she could be assessed at a more appropriate age.
At 16 years of age, Clara was formally underwent an aptitude assessment for the Templar Order, and having had her life to prepare for it plus her natural perks, she passed with flying colors. She was inducted to the order and began training for her to commence her service at her coming of age. Over the next 9 years of her service, Clara grew to become an excellent warrior and promising leader, which lead to her promotion to Knight-Corporal on grounds of merit and later Knight-Lieutenant on grounds of merit and the outbreak of the war, where she was given command of a platoon to contribute to the war effort. Throughout her career Clara showed unflinching loyalty to the Order: this contributed significantly to her merit, for a Templar's obedience was more important than anything else; although all of her achievements concealed something sinister, a near-crippling addiction to lyrium which took her as far as regularly snorting lyrium sand on top of standard ingestion in order to avoid withdrawals. Clara experiences significant withdrawals when denied lyrium and if denied it entirely for long enough, there's quite a daunting chance of it leading to her death. As of current she acknowledges her addiction and expresses a desire to prevent it getting worse, but she has no intent to begin taking less lyrium.
Recently, after a successful streak of leading her platoon in the war, Clara was reassigned as an ambassador for the Templar Order to the Grey Wardens. Command for the Templar Order recently and reluctantly concluded that such a means was necessary in order to preserve good relations with the wardens contribute to the good of the realm, on the grounds the ambassador would not flinch in their duties to rid the realm of the likes of apostates and abominations. Clara was nominated for the job by her Knight-Captain and later accepted, on the grounds of her outstanding service record, her unflinching loyalty to the Order, her suitable personality, and her severe lyrium addiction which would be used to manipulate her need be. When the news was broke to her platoon, the platoon contributed minor portions of their pay individually to collectively buy a dwarven-crafted officers longsword for their leaving platoon commander as a parting gift, which now acts as her sword of choice.
Clara now journeys with the Grey Warden Nolan Halwic, who was the next best thing to a perfect partner: a Mage who respected the need to rid the world of abominations conducting peacekeeping operations in sensitive areas. The two get along well, going about peacekeeping - in war-affected areas in particular - with Clara acting as the primary liaison to the Templars and Nolan as the primary liaison to the Mages.