Varric Tethras

[Varric Tethras]

Varric Tethras

“There's power in stories, though. That's all history is: the best tales. The ones that last. Might as well be mine.”

Join us, brothers and sisters.

Full Name:Varric Tethras
Aliases:Varric
Age:35
Occupation:Story Teller and merchant on occasion
Current Residence:One of the back rooms of The Hanged Man

Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant.

Fighting Style and Weapons:Marksman, Varric has a signature crossbow named Bianca. Bianca has a carved wood stock and brass embellishments, as well as a retractable bayonet that slides out of a slot in the front.
Sexual Preference:Female
Marital Status:Single
Eye Colour:Brown
Hair Colour:Red
Defining Features: The chest hair!

Join us in the duty that cannot be foresworn

Personality: Varric is extremly charismatic, he's got a good sense of humor as well, and more then one tale to tell. He has a habit of a common story teller, and that would be that when he finds a good tale, he can't help but add a bit more flair! Varric is dependable, and loyal but you never want to push him to the breaking point. He has a bad side, where he is more then willing to defend those around him, and he doesn't see a reason in needless violence. Sure, if they started it then it's fine.. But attacking innocents is nothing Varric is going to accept. Varric is not into politics, finding them boring and at times utterly useless. He doesn't take sides when it comes to both sides being in the wrong, and will express his opinion at any and every time.

Varric will not lose a bit of sleep over killing others, and is violent to the point of shooting a pick pocket in the shoulder. He spares the life of the pick pocket, and scares the boy back into darktown. Probably saving his life, as if he had been caught (it was just a matter of time, he was terrible, really.) he would have been killed. Varric will get revenge on those who wrong him, and he's an accomplished merchant, using his charm and wit to learn whatever it is he wishes to know from his contacts.

And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten...

Parents:Andvar Tethras (father) and Lady Ilsa (mother)
Siblings:Bartrand Tethras
Other Important Figures: Fenris, Hawke, Isabella, Bianca, Merril, Anders, Aveline, Bethany, Carver, Sebastian
Home's Location: Kirkwall
History: The Tethras family was once part of the noble caste in Orzammar, until Varric's father was caught fixing Provings. Such was the disgrace and danger to the family that the household had no choice but to leave for the surface. Unlike his brother, Varric was born in Kirkwall and has no feeling of loyalty or love towards Orzammar, his knowledge of which is largely second-hand. He is a merchant prince among the surface dwarves.

Varric is a rogue from House Tethras. He is the youngest son of the Tethras family while his older brother is the head and runs the family business. On the outside, he is seen as the idle younger brother who spends his time in taverns telling wild stories while people buy him drinks. His real job is to maintain a "spy network" with contacts to deal with various troubles that come along with being in a family that is part of the Dwarven Merchants Guild.

And that one day, we shall join you.

Alias: White Crow
Contact Information: Through this site
Other Characters: None
How Did You Find Us? I created the site
What Was The Keyword Found In The Rules? Hakuna Mutata
Roleplay Sample: Varric sauntered into his favorite bar in the world. Why would he ever leave? It was perfect, though it could use a few cute dwarven girls, not that he was to picky about that sort of thing. Good naturally, he greeted those who knew him by name, and found himself invited to a game of Diamondback. Grinning to himself, he accepted the challenge. Dealing the cards, he read the drunk humans's faces like a book. Garbage, Garbage, Garbage.. Varric left his face featureless, and he was certain that he would win their little game. He almost felt bad for the humans that he was against! Varric had a taste for the game, Diamondback was one of his strong points, after all and he would play it against anyone he could. Even a dog. Who was, surprisingly, remarkably too good at Diamondback. Though, he had heard that the Mabari were so very smart, it was still a dog, after all. And therefore, so very terrible at bluffing.

He led them on, convincing them subtly that they had good hands and watched them raise their bets until one at a time they started to drop out of the game. Playing his cards, he put on his most charming smile and let a few of his trademark witty remarks set the others at ease at their losings. A few grumbled, but with bit of his renowned dwarven charm they were less reluctant at their losses. Varric let them keep their losses, mostly. Retiring back into his room, where others already awaited his tales.

It was his favorite tavern. The dwarf reclined in his chair, already spinning tales of dramatic heroism. Hawke could thank him later.

Credit goes to Theta of CAUTION 2.0
Edits by Miss Calypso and quote changes by White Crow