GASOLINE is a post Tresspasser Dragon Age: Inquisition roleplay set in 9:50 Wintermarch, Dragon. The Inquisition has been disbanded, refusing to bend knee to the Chantry. Solas knows to much about the inquisition anyways- their weaknesses, fears, names, who their families are. He could use this information to his advantage if they were to revolt against him. He plans on destroying the world, creating a new one in his perfect image. Release the Evanuris, bring the world back to the time of the elves. But, unknown to most of the world, Solas is slowly becoming corrupted- and rumors of the sixth blight and a new archdemon emerging are lose on the tongues of spies and maids alike. The new Inquisition, under it's new alias, works diligently from the shadows and away from the eyes of nobility and the hierarchy of Orlais and Ferelden to gain information and armies to combat this new threat on the horizon. The fate of Thedas is in your hands- what role will you play in it's future? Will you be the light in the storm, or the gasoline that helps it to burn?
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introducing the character
I wanna hide the truth I wanna shelter you But with the beast inside There’s nowhere we can hide No matter what we breed We still are made of greed
Demons - Imagine Dragons
As a daughter of the powerful Amell family, Nymira’s life should have been that of luxuries and grand parties. She was the first and only daughter to Revka Amell, a woman who had pined for a child for years before the Maker finally blessed her. Nym’s life was good at the beginning; she had a loving home and was spoilt by her doting mother.
It wasn’t Nymira’s fault when she began to show signs of having magic nor that she didn’t understand why her mother wanted her to keep it a secret. One wrong word to another child and the Templars arrived to take her away. She had been too young to fully understand what was happening but one thing that she would always remember would be the sight and sound of her mother who followed the Templars, begging and pleading with them pathetically to let Nymira stay with her.
Nymira found herself feeling very alone and upset as she was hustled along to Ferelden’s Circle, it was to be her new home but she didn’t understand. She wanted her real home and she cried every night for the first few months. She begged them to take her magic so she could return home to her mother but her pleas fell on deaf and uncaring ears. Nym was afraid of the Templars from early on, hearing stories from other children about how Templars were there to kill them if their magic went wrong. She saw them as the bad guys rather quickly, their wardens in the prison that was the Circle. She never saw her mother nor heard from her family again, she was all but forgotten.
Years passed and Nymira grew up with a chip on her shoulder, she was a brash and reckless young mage who had yet to pass her Harrowing. It was a frightening experience and had heard of those that failed theirs and ended up being turned into terrible abominations and then cut down by the surrounding Templars. What a horrible thing to force on anyone. Despite her brash behaviour at times, she had a good rapport with First Enchanter Irving, a man she greatly respected and looked to for guidance. He had a way of helping her overcome her insecurities as well as helping her see that while the Templars were a danger to them, they were simply doing what they felt was right. Was it though?
This wasn’t to say that she hated all the Templars, she had a good banter with some at times and even flirted with one or two which her mage friends frowned upon. She had a few secret crushes but she never allowed anyone to find out, especially those she crushed on as she was far too embarrassed. She never pursued a relationship with any Templar, she knew better than to tempt that particular firestorm and most of the Templars in the Circle were wary of such things. She had flings here and there but for the most part she avoided making any lasting attachments while in the Circle.
Her Harrowing was something that she hoped she’d never have to go through again, being offered up as bait for a demon just seemed cruel, almost as though they were being set up to fail. Nymira never wavered in her resolve and she emerged from her Harrowing demon free. It should have marked a new chapter in her life and in a way it did, just not how she was hoping. Her friend Jowan was fearful of his own Harrowing, convinced that he would be unable to pass it. Rather than attempt it or even worse, become tranquil, he chose instead to reveal a plan of escape that roped Nymira in whether she liked it or not.
Nym wanted nothing to do with his plans, despite them being friends, but when she went to Irving with Jowan’s plan, he decided to stick her into the midst of it just the same. Spy on her friend, it felt wrong and yet she knew Jowan was doing something wrong. Who didn’t dream of escape? Who didn’t want to be free?
In the end, Jowan managed to escape though not without doing some real damage. The fool chose to use blood magic in order to escape capture in the process, implicated Nymira as an accomplice. Even with Irving backing her up to the Knight-Commander, she was to be ‘dealt with’ for her transgressions. The idea of being made tranquil terrified her, she would have sooner killed herself than allow it to happen but there was no need for such dramatics. It turned out that a recruiter for the Grey Wardens had chosen to visit the tower and had heard the conversation. He had to pull the right of conscription in order to yank her from the Knight-Commander but Maker thank him for doing it just the same.
Nym’s life as a Circle mage came to an end and soon she was on the road to becoming a Grey Warden. Of course she knew of their order as well as what they did but she never realized just how important they were. She had been rather sheltered in her little tower and thus had no idea a blight had been building to that extent or even at all. The Grey Warden recruiter who saved Nym was named Rigil and through the time spent travelling together towards Ostagar, she found myself falling quite hard for him. It might have been because she was sheltered for so long and was enjoying some much needed freedom or perhaps it was simply because he was a good man and a damn good kisser. Either way, our journey took longer than it should have due to various distractions.
Perhaps it was fate but they never made it to Ostagar, not based on a dereliction of duty but rather because they heard tale of what had happened during the battle. King Cailan wiped out and the wardens all but destroyed. Of course they would knew nothing of Alistair or the other warden surviving, as far as Nym and Rigil knew, they were the last of the Ferelden order and that worried them. Not that Nymira had taken the Joining yet but she felt like she was a part of the organization that had been betrayed. Loghain’s desire to blame the Wardens meant that Rigil and Nymira had to be careful in what they did next.
It was Rigil’s decision to retreat to Orlais and join with the Wardens there, as he felt they would be most safe there. He had no interest in getting himself involved with matters of politics and Nymira agreed, though she did feel as though they should have stayed in Ferelden to try and help. He made the convincing argument that they were no good to anyone dead and it was a very valid point indeed.
Leaving Ferelden behind, the pair found themselves in Adamant and it was there that Nymira gained a true sense of comradery and even a possible family. No one looked at her as though she were a ticking time bomb but rather accepted her wholly. The Joining was nearly as daunting as the Harrowing and yet, obviously, she managed to survive the process and officially became a Grey Warden. Years passed, the Blight came and went with the Hero of Ferelden ensuring victory for Ferelden and killing the Archdemon. Darkspawn were beat back and in Orlais the Wardens continued to kill any straggling darkspawn that surfaced at any time.
Life was good within the Warden order in Adamant, they went about their duties and training, making sure they were ready for the next time a blight began, one never knew when it would happen and they needed to be vigilant. It wasn’t all training of course, in the years that she and Rigil lived in Adamant, they decided to make a commitment to each other and married. They knew it was highly unlikely that they would ever bare a child but as long as they had each other, Nymira didn’t mind. She loved her husband dearly and she was genuinely happy. Warden Commander Clarel took Nym under her wing personally and taught her things they never would in the circle, some even thought that Nymira would become Clarel’s constable and that prospect excited Nymira.
It never happened…
Not due to Nymira not being qualified or even Clarel changing her mind but rather something dire came up that changed things for the Wardens. The Call. A sign to a Warden that their limited time on Thedas was drawing to a close and they would be forced to die in the Deep Roads or be driven to lunacy, it began for all the Wardens in Adamant which frightened the lot of them deeply. Nymira had always known it was an inevitability but for them all to hear it at once, she found it both frightening as well as highly suspicious. It just didn’t make any sense to her and she refused to join in the panic.
It was Rigil who suggested that they leave Adamant but Nymira refused to abandon their tight-knit family, she felt their best chances was together and she would come to regret her decision when Erimond showed up. A venatori magister, she didn’t trust him the moment that she met him and yet he gave hope to Clarel who sought to end the Call. Clarel was a woman who was desperate and would not listen to reason which would eventually lead to the deaths of those within their Order who would not bow to Erimond’s ridiculous notion of creating a demon army. Nymira despised blood mage and refused to go along with the madness, as did Rigil, and they paid dearly for their ‘betrayal’ of the order.
During one of their rituals to bind demons to a warden, thus creating an army, Nymira was forced to watch Rigil be sacrificed. They attempted to convince her that it was for the greater good and Clarel begged Nym to see reason but she refused to take part. She would have been killed as well, something that she desired as she gazed upon her husband’s dead corpse but it was not to be, for that was the moment that the Inquisitor stormed in, interrupting the ritual and ending the madness.
Fighting against those that she had once called family broke her heart but the rage she felt at the loss of her husband trumped that sadness and she fought hard with the Inquisition to stop what her brethren had become. The Order was fractured due to the betrayal they had suffered from one of their own, they were given another chance by the Inquisitor and some sought to make Nymira their new Warden Commander but after seeing the death of her husband, she found herself unable to remain any longer. Instead she chose to ally with the Inquisitor and became a force to be reckoned with within their ranks.
She was present at the final battle that decided the fate of many and when the dust cleared and a new villain stepped forward, Nymira remained allied with the newly disassembled order. Rather than the Inquisition, the Order of the Dragon was formed secretly and Nymira stayed on as a magical advisor to the War Commander.
Friends are something that Nymira would have plenty of, she is a friendly young woman if not a little damaged. She sees people not by the blood that runs through their veins but rather how they behave. She has a strong moral compass but is also aware that doing good doesn't always mean playing by the rules. She can be quite mischevious and has a habit of getting into touble by acting brashly, so any friend who would get into trouble with her would be appreciated and funny as hell. She's a good friend who will be there for those she cares about.
Nymira doesn't have many enemies aside from the darkspawn and those that would attempt to harm the innocent. As a mage, she has had her fair share of close calls with demons in the fade and must be ever vigilant against the tempations that come with being a mage.
Lovers is a bit of a sore spot for poor Nymira who lost her husband during the madness at Adamant. She loved him dearly and has not fully gotten over that particular loss. She had a rather large crush on a certain templar that is now serving in the Order of the Dragon but she's sure that he doesn't even remember her. Open to romance though only dudes, sorry ladies!
THEONS @ SHINE
Nymra be finished!
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These two could have possibly met during the Fifth Blight, Gerod was still stationed with the Orlesian Grey Warden's back then and was in charge of an unit of Grey Warden's guarding against Darkspawn incursions after being turned away at the border.
Perhaps Gerod was Nymira's first direct contact with the Orlesian branch of the order and were on friendly terms?
After the Blight, Gerod was briefly redeployed into Ferelden before once more being redeployed to the Anderfels where he remained until his recent return to Orlais as Warden-Commander. In Gerod's efforts to cleanse the order of what he considers to be the filth of Clarel, he might seek out Nymira since she opposed Clarel's actions. If the Warden's were not in desperate need of manpower, Gerod would have probably court martial and executed most who sided with Clarel during the crisis but since that is impractical he is instead sidelining them.
Commander, your spymaster is reporting in for duty. If you need someone spied upon, kidnapped or killed just give Charter the word and she will see that it is done, all in the name of the greater good of course.