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BASIC INFO NAME: Dorian Pavus A.K.A.: Sparkler, Spoiled prince, Pompous brat, Big Guy, Charming but ultimately wicked Magister, Drunkard with terrible taste, Big old fop CANON: Dragon Age HOMEWORLD: Thedas AGE: 33 GENDER: M SPECIES: Human FIRST GLANCE APPEARANCE: Front, Back, Profile HEIGHT: 5'11" BUILD: Muscular HAIR: Black, shaved sides EYES: Grey DRESS: Better Than You SCENT: Cologne & Wine VOICE: Voice DEMEANOR: Charming PERMISSIONS BACKTAGGING: ✔ 4TH-WALLING: ✘ THREADJACKING: ✘ MIND-READING: ✔ FIGHTING: ✔✔ ROMANCE: ✔✔✔ INJURY: ✔ KILLING: ✔

AND HERE'S WHERE THE MAGIC HAPPENS. LITERALLY. PERSONALITY ❝ Dorian? He's arrogant. He preens himself. But you already know that. He doesn't even hide it. The less I think of Dorian, the better. ❞ ❝ Our dear Lord Dorian is very sure of himself, isn't he? Let's hope he doesn't get his confidence crushed. ❞ ❝ Dorian's a sweet guy. He's gentle, and he cares under all that bluster. ❞ ❝ Bright, like the fish that kill you if you eat them. Can't hate you for hiding if you burn so brilliantly. ❞ Dorian Pavus is a steadfast companion with a sharp tongue and heart of gold. For all his faults of being raised in high society, he makes up them for in genuine effort to aid what he believes will preserve humanity. He stays true to his ideals, and would rather live at great risk than go against what he believes. However, with that comes a stubbornness to matters close to the heart, and arrogance beyond compare. ❝ The way you sneer at "southerners," pretending to be a shark from a land of sharks. But you are not a shark and never will be, darling. They knew it, just as you do. ❞ Dorian, on a surface level, is overly-critical and moralistic. He prods his companions too much, and tries to find banter in subjects that can be more personal than he realizes. Depending on a person's level of tolerance and sense of humor, this can either lead to butting heads with dismissive one-liners, or a long-standing but ultimately harmless back and forth. I will write more of this later, however, know he is handsome and has a great ass ❝ ❞ Dorian is smart—perhaps too smart for his own good, really. He was raised in a society where both intelligence and wit are prized, where advancing yourself socially means outmaneuvering your peers, and he does so quite well… or, at least, he would if he didn’t see through it all. That’s left him rather jaded and sarcastic, naturally. ❝ He tried to melt a snowflake because he liked waterfalls. Swallowing bile and pride as he sees his son defend himself. ❞ ❝ For all our faults, my people have many virtues. We are laden with history and culture—Tevinter is where Thedas truly began, remember. We treasure our past and preserve it. You can walk down a side street and find nothing built during the modern ages. And, despite appearances, we care. Deeply. About everything. We have no reserve, not in war and not in love. If I truly believed my homeland was beyond all hope, I wouldn't miss it so much. ❞ HISTORY Dorian Pavus was born in 9:11 Dragon to Magister Halward and Lady Aquinea Thalrassian, both from wealthy and influential families with lineages stretching back for generations. House Pavus, in fact, is one of the preeminent political forces in eastern Tevinter, its estate outside the city of Quarinus having been the site of several important historical events. Thus, it was with high hopes that the pair greeted their new son, he who would one day take over his father’s seat in the Magisterium and marry a young woman to whom he had been betrothed since birth. By all accounts, Dorian was not interested in any of this. Having shown magical ability from a very young age, he was apprenticed at the Circle of Magi in Carastes, one of the most prestigious academies in the eastern Imperium. There, the trouble began. “You were right to send your son to us, Magister Halward,” wrote a senior enchanter at Carastes. “Even at the tender age of nine, he is already evincing talents greater than boys three or four years older. This means he will one day make a fine magister, one of which you and your dear wife shall be very proud. For the moment, however, it also means he is a young lad with much older boys who are quite jealous of him. There have been incidents, I fear. My initial suspicion was that Dorian was being bullied by the older boys, but it appears the reverse is true. Your son has become a terror in the halls, lording his superior magic over the other boys, who he believes are jealous of his prowess. After yesterday’s duel in the courtyard (with a full audience), I have one badly injured student and a sullen yet unrepentant Dorian locked in solitary-both sons of prominent magisters. I trust you can see my predicament.” Dorian went from one Circle to the next and then to several private tutors. Each time, an incident resulted in his being sent back to his family in Qarinus. In desperation, his father sent him to the capital city of Minrathous to attend a smaller school run by the Order of Argent-known as much for its adherence to strict Andrastian discipline as for its exorbitant entry fees. That lasted exactly three months before Dorian disappeared . . . only to turn up in a drunken stupor at a house of ill repute in the elven slums. The resulting scandal would likely have been more than House Pavus could have borne, had Dorian not been discovered by Magister Gereon Alexius. "I am indeed the one who found your son with the whores, my friend. Ask me not what I was doing there, and I shall tell you no lies. The boy had enough cheek, even in his inebriated state, to invite me to join him. It made me laugh, so I dragged him back to the Gilded Quarter rather than simply calling the templars. Fortunate that I did, since once Dorian sobered up in the carriage, we had an interesting chat. He’s rather despondent over the life’s path you’ve charted for him-if I may speak frankly-and thus, I think a part of him sabotages all efforts to keep him on the straight and narrow, either to spite you or to punish himself. I cannot say. Regardless, he has spirit, and his tutors claim he has almost as much talent as he believes. With your permission, I ’d like to take him under my wing and see what can be done to cultivate it. No matter what he feels, it would be a pity for such a mage to go to waste. Our Imperium needs better." —Alexius, in a letter to Halward The magister took Dorian under his wing. For several years, Dorian was personally tutored at the Alexius estate in Asariel, where he flourished. Alexius had an intelligence and ambition that not only grabbed Dorian’s attention but also gained his respect. The Pavus family breathed a sigh of relief when, four years later, Magister Alexius sponsored Dorian for his tests to become a fully ranked enchanter at the Minrathous Circle of Magi-tests that Dorian passed with ease. For once, it appeared as if he was finally on the path his parents had always envisioned for him. It was not to last. Until 9:35 Dragon, Dorian enjoyed the privileges of a ranking enchanter in the cosmopolitan atmosphere of the Imperium’s capital city. He split his time between aiding Magister Alexius in his research and partaking of the life of a well-heeled scion. He participated in Lower Floor debates of the Circle and attended social functions and balls. If his parents grew slowly more insistent that he return to Qarinus to marry his betrothed, they were easily stayed by claims that reaching the esteemed rank of senior enchanter was more important to him. On a winter trip from Val Royeaux with their son, Felix, Magister Alexius’s wife was slain in a darkspawn attack. Felix was badly injured – and, far worse, was afflicted with the darkspawn corruption. The disease was incurable. Rather than accept this, Magister Alexius turned his research toward temporal magic, desperately searching for a way to turn back time itself and restore his son’s health. Dorian abandoned his duties at Minrathous, moving into Alexius’s estate to devote his full energy toward aiding his mentor’s cause. It was not long, however, before the toll of such an endeavor began to wear on them both. “I’m fine, Father. Seriously, you can stop asking,” Dorian wrote. “Yes, I am still at the estate, and yes, we are still chasing after the same hopeless quest. I keep hoping that Alexius will snap out of it. Was it not enough that we found a way to prolong Felix’s life long past what someone with such an illness would normally hope to expect? We’ve given the poor boy years, when not long ago he would have only have had months. Instead of spending that time with Felix, Alexius has us chasing the past. I gave him the letter you sent, but he waved it away the same way he ignores anything I say … as if I haven’t been here with him, for months and months, staring at the same dead end he is. What he wants to do is technically possible, but the power it would require is unachievable and, even if it wasn’t, would rip apart the fabric of time if successful. Thankfully there’s been no talk of blood magic. Despite what you fear, Father, I yet have hope for him.” Despite his words, Dorian left the Alexius estate in 9:37 Dragon after a heated argument. He spent months drinking in the slums of Minrathous, evading anyone sent by his family to recover him. Eventually he returned to the estate to reconcile, only to find both Magister Alexius and his son gone. With no indication where Alexius had gone, Dorian fell back to his debauchery, engaging in such excess that the scandal forced his family’s hand. He was abducted from the home of Lord Ulia Abrexis – absent at the time, though his son was present – and spirited back to Qarinus by ship. "The scandal was rather delicious, my dear. Think of it: all the times Halward has bragged about his talented son, how the boy would one day be the next Archon! Not bloody likely. I hear they had to hire thugs to invade some vulgati lord’s estate to get him back. Seven guardsmen killed, and they find the boys in bed, so wrapped up in their effort they didn’t even realize men were dying right outside their door. This must be why the Pavus boy still isn’t married, after all this time. Halward has held onto that betrothal for how long? All the while, the Everens could have married their girl off to someone actually interested. It’s too rich. Couldn’t have happened to a more deserving family." —Correspondence between magister rivals of Halward In an effort to contain the scandal, Magister Halward evidently kept Dorian a veritable prisoner in their Qarinus estate for months. When Dorian finally escaped, he fled into the countryside with not a coin to his name, vowing never to return. Whether his rage was due to the kidnapping, the imprisonment, or something else is unknown, but the obvious row within the Pavus family fueled the public speculation for many months. Eventually Halward was forced to step down from his position on the consiliare for the Archon-a loss of prestige from which the family has yet to recover. For the next two years, Dorian drifted from one part of the Imperium to the next, living off the funds of distant relatives or whatever companions he encountered. It was during this period that Magister Alexius once again contacted him, as Dorian himself wrote about in a letter to a colleague at the Circle of Magi: “It’s rather curious, isn’t it? Alexius always told us that the only way to restore the Imperium was through integrity. If we mages didn’t have it and enforce it among our own kind, how could we expect others not to live in fear? Yet he said the same thing to you as he did to me. I still don’t think he actually believed the words coming out of his own mouth. Someone has done something to him, or to Felix. That has to be it. Rather sad that you won’t come south with me, but I can’t just let this lie. I won’t.” Dorian did, in fact, go south to Ferelden to follow his mentor. The exact details of what became of him are unclear, save for the fact that Magister Alexius had given his support to a cult of Tevinter supremacy in exchange for their aid in healing his son. It seems that Alexius and his son both died and Dorian joined the Inquisition in its showdown against the cult. INVENTORY AMULET. As seen here. The Pavus family birthright and Dorian's most treasured item. It served as a show of influence in his homeland, but now serves as his only memento from a world lost. STAFF. Inventory item #2 description here. INVENTORY ITEM #3. Inventory item #3 description here.