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Character Name: Carver Hawke
Canon: Dragon Age II
Canon Point: Post game + the Legacy DLC
Background/History:

Carver Hawke | Grey Wardens

Dragon Age Origins and Dragon Age II depend heavily on the choices the player makes, there are multiple ways the story can play out. Origins is the first game and sets the framework for Dragon Age II. The Warden who ended the Blight in Ferelden was a female Dalish elf who stayed in Ferelden to rebuild the Order with her lover and fellow Grey Warden, Alistair. Once the Blight ended she took up the mantle of Warden-Commander. Carver has met the Warden-Commander only once and she has since disappeared.

In Dragon Age Two, Carver's oldest sibling was a female mage named Marian. He had a twin sister, Bethany, who was crushed to death by an ogre during their escape from Lothering. Marian and Carver worked for the mercenary band, the Red Iron, during their first year in Kirkwall. And finally went into the Deep Roads where Carver caught the taint. Thankfully, Anders was with them and was able to convince the Wardens in the area to take Carver on as a recruit. He survived the Joining and has been serving under Alistair's command ever since. He later returns to Kirkwall when the Chantry explodes. His sister is supporting the Mages and she accepts him back into the party. He fights alongside her against Meredith and disappears at the same time his sister does.


Personality:

Carver suffers from the dreaded 'middle child syndrome.' All of his life, he's been surrounded by mages - his father was a mage, his older sister is a mage, and his twin sister was a mage - and he has always been the odd man out. His life has revolved around mages, magic, and keeping his sisters out of the templars' grasp. This hasn't led to the most stable of lives, because they were constantly forced to move whenever the templars got suspicious or too close to the family. Can you imagine what it was like treking across Ferelden for most of your life because of a ahem "problem" you didn't even have? At first maybe it was okay, because hey it's family and you're supposed to look out for family. But after awhile, it gets old, especially if it's for family. Looking out for each other was a two way street, right? Why should he have to leave his friends behind because his sisters didn't want to go to the Circle? How was it fair that they couldn't live like Amells in Kirkwall because "magic was the root of all evil?" (So the Chantry claims Andraste allegedly said.) After all of that, maybe it's completely understandable that Carver often felt ignored in favor of his sisters. Nobody asked him what he wanted to do, or what he thought was best and he became resentful because of that. It felt like no one cared what he had to say or think. And why should they when they had Perfect Marian?

He's taken sibling rivalry to all new level. While he's not particularly nice to Bethany, he has convinced himself that Marian's mere existence holds him back from being everything he is meant to be. He believes he is stuck in her shadow and resents her especially because of it. That means he's almost always comparing himself to Marian and her accomplishments. That's what prompted him to enlist in King Cailan's army. He craves finding his place in the world, independent of his family full of mages and what better way to do that than enlisting in the army and battling the Blight? Well Ostagar was a disaster and Carver was forced to flee for his life. He returned to his village, Lothering, warned them that the darkspawn were coming and got his family out. But it wasn't Carver who led the family out of Lothering, oh no. It was Big Sister Marian. Who died and made her leader anyway? Did Father's will tell them to do whatever Marian says, because she's princess perfect and shits rainbows and cute baby nugs?

Ostagar was his big chance to shine and it blew up in his face. It's one of many things that didn't go the way he wanted and when things don't go Carver's way, he does the most reasonable thing ever. He passes the blame to the nearest family member, because it couldn't possibly be his fault. Too bad that nearest family member is almost always Marian. It's her fault he joined the army in the first place. If she didn't insist on being the 'leader' and being so perfect, Carver would never have wanted to fight the darkspawn. He would never have felt like he had something to prove. Obviously it is Hawke's fault that his life is this way. At least, that's the tune Carver's been playing for years.

He has got passive aggressiveness down to an art form. He uses sarcasm and snide comments to complain without really complaining. He's especially snide with people he's become close to (read: Marian). Their companion, Aveline, said it best when she called Carver a "bit of a tit." But don't think just because he's borderline hostile with people he cares about that it gives any random stranger permission to be hostile. Quite the contrary, Carver will let you know when you're stepping on toes and when you're about three seconds away from being cold-cocked. One of their companions, Fenris, experienced this first hand. Despite whatever Carver says about and to his family, he loves them all very dearly and won't let anyone just step all over them.

After joining the Wardens, Carver was very bitter, toward Marian most of all (surprise, surprise). He blamed her for a very long time, even though he was the one who insisted on going on the Deep Roads expedition. If he hadn't gone with her, well his life would've taken a completely different turn and I'd be writing a completely different personality. Time in the Wardens seems to have mellowed him out, however. He's finally found a purpose in his life and he's grateful for this. It's given him the chance he needs to find his own place in the world, independent of his family. He's not happy about the constant nightmares and the prospect of dying at a young age, but this is where Carver feels he can do the most good and he's happy to finally have that.

This has also altered his relationship with Hawke. He's finally realized that only he can live his life and he no longer holds Marian responsible for how his life has turned out. That hasn't stopped his sarcasm or joking, but he's no longer as hostile toward her and their relationship is mending nicely. He wouldn't call them friends, but he's proud to call Marian his sister and he's admitted it to her face, so he can't take it back. It's a good thing he doesn't want to.

Abilities/Powers:

Carver is about as normal as normal can get. He has absolutely no magical aptitude. He is, however, able to defy gravity by leaping about 10 feet into the air while wielding a two-handed sword that probably weighs almost as much as he does. Carver is classified as a warrior, which means he's usually at the forefront of the battle, absorbing most of the damage, and plowing through enemies with oversized swords. His abilities breakdown as follows:

With two-handed talents Carver forgoes the protective benefits of a shield in favor of dealing damage with his big ass sword that take two hands to wield. He knows all of the abilities in this talent tree, upgrades included.

Carver's specialization is in Templar abilities. That means he's very resiliant against magic. Not only is he resiliant, but he can defuse mages, silence them, and cause spirit damage against them. So essentially, Carver's been trained to stand up to and put down mages. He uses these abilities mostly against darkspawn who use magic, but that doesn't mean he's unable or unwilling to use them against people.


Items/Weapons:

1. Lineage - which is a maul picked up during the Legacy dlc.
2. Recruit's band of distingushed service
3. Amulet of the Enthisiast

Sample Entry:

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Sample Entry Two:

When Carver dreams, he dreams of a siren. A beautiful woman shrouded in mist, singing some haunting song. He knows the words, but comprehension escapes him. Her face is decayed, eyes hollow and ugly, but they are looking at him. Seeing him. Beckoning him. And she is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. The song she sings, it's for him. He can feel his name in the lilting notes. She knows him and she wants him. And most importantly, he wants her too.

But there is a foreign voice calling him. It is not the pretty melody, the siren's call. It is human and reality. The mists thicken and the words are garbled and he's awake now. "It's spreading. He needs to do it now."

A hand has slipped into his, another in the pit of his arm to hoist him up. Carver feels a little unsteady on his feet, sways at the sudden motion. "Say your name for me, ser."

Carver must focus to recall his name. To remember anything beyond the siren's call. "C-Carver. Carver Hawke."

The man holding him seems satisfied and guides him away from the cot. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Alistair." Carver sags in Alistair's grip and Alistair braces himself under Carver's weight. "Just hold on, Carver. It'll be over soon."

He sees his reflection in the glass of a window as they pass it by. Veins have snaked their way across his skin. His eyes are black, hollow. Seeing but not. He looks like her. Like that siren from his dream. And suddenly she is no longer beautiful. She is sinister and poisoning him from the inside out.

Those for the Joining were few in number. A man and a woman. The woman lived when she drank the blood. The man was not so fortunate. He choked and died on the floor. Carver was last and he took the sip without hesitation. He wanted to live. He wanted to show Marian he could make it without her.

The blood burned and he thought his body had been set ablaze. He grasped his throat and coughed and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

When Carver dreams, he dreams of that siren. She is shrouded in mist and she is singing to him. Carver turns away from her. His eyes open and he is alive, a Grey Warden now. Alistair helps him up and smiles. "Welcome, Brother."

The siren's call was clear now, he could hear the whispered call in the back of his skull. It was not beautiful. It was ugly. It was a death march. And Carver walked to its rhythm.