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Abilities/Special Powers: Robyn is a Grey Warden which automatically makes her immune to the taint of darkspawn and allows her to sense them if they are nearby. It also means that she is one of the few who is able to truly defeat the Archdemon (though it means her or another Warden's death). She is also within the rogue class and fights with bows (shortbows, longbows, and crossbows). She is proficient with all three with her weapon of choice being the crossbow. She also carries a dagger for emergency purposes and can use it when she must.

SKILLS:


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  IMPROVED COERCION - Has some experience with diplomacy and works tirelessly toward compromise.

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  STEALING - Is an occasional kleptomaniac (sparingly).

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  EXPERT TRAP-MAKING - Robyn is well-practiced in creating and implementing traps.

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  EXPERT SURVIVAL - The Warden is basically an outdoors nut.

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  HERBALISM - Robyn can make basic potions and salves.

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  POISON-MAKING - She has some experience with poisons and grenades (though she really only makes the former).

 

ABILITIES:


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  SUMMON WOLF - She can call upon the aid of a wolf for an ally.


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  SUMMON BEAR - She can call upon the aid of a bear for an ally.


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  SUMMON SPIDER - She can call upon the aid of a giant, poisonous spider for an ally.


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  EXPLOIT WEAKNESS - Robyn can identify weaknesses of enemies with ease.


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  DIRTY FIGHTING - She is able to incapacitate others for a brief time by blowing sand or dust into their eyes.


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  COMBAT MOVEMENT - Robyn, as a rogue, is agile, limber, and dexterous.


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  BELOW THE BELT - She kicks the target where it hurts.


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  DEVICE MASTERY - The Warden is a lock picking expert.


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  STEALTH - Self-explanatory.

Third-Person Sample:

The forest is not full of demons or darkspawn; it doesn’t even seem to have bandits or thieves amongst the trees.  Ferelden isn’t exactly a safe place with the roads being perilous for the unwary traveler more often than not.  It is known for being dirty and crass and smelling vaguely like dog.

This place is none of those things.  In her time scouring the land, Robyn found it to be beautiful, the air fresh and almost crisp to taste, the sunlight bright and perhaps deceptively welcoming.  She kept her crossbow in her hands anyway, at least for a time; it wasn’t long before she stowed it away in favor of exploration.  The gardens shone with brilliant colors near the enormous manor, the sea sparkled as she’d never seen it.  Wonderland.  And it truly seemed that way, a virtual paradise in every way that her homeland was not.

And yet.  The young Warden smiled wistfully into the sky, raising a hand to block the light from her eyes.  Her other companions were not here and the one that was didn’t remember her.  Rather, Morrigan remembered… another Warden, someone completely strange to Robyn herself.  She was becoming homesick for every foul inch of Ferelden, for the purpose that she’d committed herself to since her family had been slaughtered.  The Wardens were her home now and it was her duty to return to them to see the Blight through and to end it, if she could make it that far.

At present, she hadn’t been successful in returning.  But, she had learned a lot.  Had heard from another – the Inquisitor? – about the future of their world, of herself, or another person that was meant to be in her position but without all the same details.  Like the premise of a story written by a dozen different authors.  She hadn’t thought to ask if the woman he knew was the same as Morrigan’s Warden, but there would be time enough, she could see that plainly.

Might as well keep sharp in the meantime.  Robyn stuck her fingers between her lips and whistled, a high, sharp sound that bounced into the trees.  An instant later, a wild, panting wolf bounded out, bolting past her and then circling around again.  It peered at her curiously, more figment than true animal, but she was happy for any moment of familiar company.  Her mabari had not made it through whatever power had brought her here and she could only hope he was with the others, safe at camp.

“Come,” she called shortly, and the two took off running across the sands.

First-Person Sample:

[ For a while, the picture is upside-down. There is a lot of footage of thumbs, of palms, and finally a face, one inquisitive and confused. Eventually, she mutters a brief "ah-ha" and switches it around, sighing in relief. ]

That's much better. Well! Andraste, with everything that's happened lately, I still could never have imagined seeing a place like this. I still don't quite understand this, ah - Does it have a name? I'm sure it does, I mean, but... hm.

[ It's baffling. She wrinkles her nose briefly, then admits another smile. The voice is vaguely British (or Ferelden, really) with her clothing being those of a rogue. ]

My name is Robyn Cousland of the Grey Wardens. I understand there are no darkspawn here, but... the Wardens are meant to protect and I want to do that, if I can do. That is, if there's anything I can do to help, I am at your service.

[ She also knows that not everyone will recognize the term "Grey Wardens," but it's for the best, really. The less questions, the better. ]

I would love to learn more about this... ah, "Wonderland," if you'd like to stop through the gardens at some point or another.