Fade Rift application (in progress)

PLAYER

Name: Cami
Age: 30s
Contact: eolasemah, Cafiffle #2173
Other Characters: Barrow, Benedict, Mado, Fifi, Cade, oh god so many
Interests: kicking my own ass and also yours maybe

CHARACTER

Name: Brother Gideon Wheelwright
Canon/OC: OC
Journal: venenifer
Race: elf
Nationality: Fereldan
Occupation: medic, Chantry brother
Division: forces
Mage or Not: no
Age: mid-30's

History

Anyone who asks will learn that Gideon was born and raised in Redcliffe town, where he studied herbalism under his mother’s guidance and physicking under his father’s. He was always a serious child, his asocial tendencies growing more intrinsic to his personality with poor treatment (at least he considered it poor) by the other, larger children in the alienage. He developed a sense of duty to their health and wellbeing despite never fitting in with them, and although they weren’t unusually cruel, he was a sensitive boy who seemed to internalize every injustice and unkind word. The gap between himself and his community increased with the size of the chip on his shoulder, and by the time he elected to join the Chantry in his late teens he had almost completely alienated himself from his neighbors; his absence gave them welcome respite from his quiet judgment and unwelcome commentary.

A devoted Brother and detail-oriented scholar, he fit in well within the ranks of the Chantry’s mostly human clergy. Gideon was instrumental in tending the wounded during the darkspawn attacks on Redcliffe during the Fifth Blight, during which he was in his early twenties. Although he did not personally meet the Hero of Ferelden or his entourage, Gideon came to understand the significant role Wardens played in delaying the apocalypse. He took an interest in researching the Taint, the ways of Wardens, and their purpose, and it was in the midst of these studies that he met someone who would change the course of his life.

About this, Gideon is quite secretive. He became very close to the Chantry’s librarian, to the extent of which the two of them left on a quest for knowledge that took them north, permanently leaving Redcliffe and its surrounding area. Their destination was a small and well-hidden mining village in the Frostbacks, populated by Andrastian zealots seeking refuge from what they perceived to be the liberal-minded heretics of the world below. Still referring to himself as a Chantry Brother, Gideon grew to understand what he had suspected all along: that to be a true follower of Andraste required further sacrifice and devotion than they were led to believe in their weekly services and even his personal studies.

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He came to Riftwatch to dedicate his healing abilities and moral compass to their cause.

Personality

A quiet and serious man, Gideon’s posture is impeccable, his gaze piercing, and his hair expertly in place at all times. He’s the sort of person who carries so much tension in his neck it’s fair to wonder if his shoulders shouldn’t be about an inch lower on his body.
He is fastidious and careful, competent to a degree some might find intimidating, and invariably clean.

A capable medic despite having no magical ability, he knows his way around an infirmary and is quite gifted with the crafting and application of potions, tinctures, and poultices (not intended for internal use), even if his bedside manner could perhaps use a bit of work. Although not overtly rude, Gideon isn’t especially friendly either, and there’s a certain coldness that never leaves his gaze even in moments of amusement or relaxation.

His aloofness should not be mistaken for shyness, however. Speaking his mind comes easily to him, in the clipped and well-enunciated way of the educated; his certainty of self can often be interpreted as arrogance, although he bears none of the indicators that he was raised with any serious privilege, and the source of his disdain is not immediately identifiable.
He may, for whatever reason, just have a chip on his shoulder.

Although very much an elf, Gideon has little time for or interest in interracial politics, prefering on the whole to keep a professional distance from elves, humans, dwarves, and kossith alike. This can certainly be challenged, and may even be welcomed if the timing and approach is right, but one ought always be prepared to receive a cool stare and a quiet goodnight.
The only person of whom he approves with absolute certainty is Andraste, but fortunately for everyone his piety is kept (for the most part) quite close to his chest.

It’s late at night, when most have turned to their beds or settled into drinking and relaxing, that he can be found drilling in the training yard with a wooden polearm. Presumably he sleeps sometimes, as he never looks especially wearied; perhaps it is his commitment to his own health and that of others that propels him through life, even if he doesn’t actually like any of them.


Opinions & Affiliations

No opinion on any Thedosian races, although he may have a thing or two to say about the Qun or the Dalish Pantheon-- Andrastianism is his chosen path, and boy oh boy has he chosen it.

A little sketchy around both mages and Templars, though he won't hesitate to treat either.


Strengths & Weaknesses

Strengths: Competent healer, keeps his cool under pressure, surprisingly decent in armed combat.

Weaknesses: Has an Attitude Problem, doesn't play well with others, ruins birthday parties.

Inventory

Arrived in black traveling robes with a physician's kit, a polearm that doubles as a walking staff, and a dagger/utility knife bearing a flame motif along the blade.

Motivation

His motivation is not completely clear at this time, aside from his assumption that Riftwatch, being a small organization, probably needs more medics.

SAMPLES

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