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Basics
| NAME: Deacon AGE: 50 NATIONALITY: Marcher RACE: Human OCCUPATION: Brother/Fixer TITLE/RANK: Brother | HEIGHT: 5'8" BUILD: Shredded HAIR: Shaved off EYES: Hazel, intense SKIN: Weathered BEARING: A man delivering a doing for the Maker and Andraste |
| DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Face and body hewn from granite. Radiates that aegis of the faith, do not fuck with energy but come on and fight with him. Totally ripped if you see him out of those robes (I heard Andraste herself say he was shredded) with some good good old stab scars and a place where his ribs didn't heal up right. | |
Status
DIVISION: Diplomacy
PROJECTS: Chantry Relations
Just settling in, moving all the superfluous crap out of his room what is this he has a vow of poverty you slags.
Reputation
Deacon is known by some in Chantry Circles as being that Brother out in the Free Marches who is quiet but intense, and ready to throw down in the name of not just the Maker and Andraste, but the Chantry itself.
A true believer, handy to have around these days to defend the faith.
Hooks
DO YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT THE MAKER AND ANDRASTE COME TALK TO HIM. But if you don't he's talking to you. And about the Chantry. How it does good. Because a lot of people would be dead and worse off without it so sit the fuck down if you're about to dismantle it because he is the aegis of the faith and he will give you a doing from Andraste herself if you're talking shit.
Also meditation chill out kids.
