Account Name: saldrin

Display Name: Saldrin

Character Full Name: Saldrin Volstrauss

Nickname(s): Sal

Race: Human

Age: 38

Gender: Male

Birthplace: Hossberg, Anderfels

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 230lbs

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Marital Status: Single

Class: Warrior

Specialization: Templar

Occupation(s): Grey Warden

Companion(s): None





Hair: Since he was a small lad, Saldrin has always maintained a closely cropped to the skull manner of hair style, ensuring the long, black curls that inevitably form over his brow (as evident in the one moment in history he did in fact let his hair naturally flourish) do not hamper his vision, nor get caught on the innards of a metal helm when removing it from one’s head (which he discovered was quite a painful experience).

His eyebrows are long, thick, and just as dark as the rest of his hair. Settled low on his forehead, and reaching just past the outer corners of his eyes, they give him a serious demeanor, and make it all the more easy to express his emotions (although he rarely does so to begin with).

Being a naturally hairy individual, it takes little time for Saldrin to sport a full beard in only a couple weeks, which he does so on a regular basis. He tries to keep it trimmed so it’s shorter than the length of the hair on his head; that being only a quarter of an inch off the skin. However, there are times when he fails to do so, and the minute speckles of grey hair present, become all the more noticeable.

Eyes: His eyes are slightly smaller than average, slanted inwards, and coupled with a low brow giving him the appearance that he is constantly squinting or lost in deep thought or meditation. Some would even say he looks downright disgruntle. The actual color of his eyes are dark brown, and appear perpetually blood shot.

Other: Saldrin has been the recipient of a very troubled and taxing life, and it is beginning to show on almost every aspect of his person. The scars and burns of previous battles cover a majority of his body, and while most have faded over time, they are a significant reminder, a testament even, to how much he has had to endure. He is extremely fortunate in the fact that his face has suffered no permanent damage or scarring, despite carrying a constant look of dejectedness or gloom across it.

Physically speaking of course, Saldrin is probably in the prime of his life, having endured a lifetime of nothing but war and conflict; the results of which have made him a burly, imposing individual. Augmenting this is his personal combat training, to which he has dedicated most of his adult life to critiquing. However, it is apparent that even with his superior athleticism and physical conditioning; they can’t stop the inevitable progression of old age. His walk doesn’t carry the same certainty it used to, his back isn’t as stiff. His skin is rough and riddled with nicks and scratches. It’s as though his composure is that of a weathered old man, who wants nothing more than to rest for an eternity. Yet there is always something more that has to be done, and as long as Saldrin is in a position in which he can make a positive impact, he will continue to do so.

His mental state on the other hand is what one would expect a man who has had to deal with politicians for the last decade is, despite him being in no way, shape or form, a political expert. The constant bickering, debating, squabbling, and mind numbingly senseless games he has been forced to participate in have forged a sharp and tactical individual, who has come to terms and accepted the importance of such trivialities. Not that his years of squiring and chantry life produced an uneducated individual, but his time dealing with the political machinations of others have certainly conditioned him to be more versatile in his thought process and vocabulary. As a result however, he has grown wary of the intentions of others, and does not reciprocate trust so easily.

He hasn’t completely lost that light hearted sense of humor he knew much more intimately as a child, but life has certainly tried to erase it from memory, and the result is a man who feels as if he is constantly struggling against himself; and it’s definitely starting to show.

Weapons: A beautiful and majestically crafted long sword of pure silverite, that glistens in the light as if freshly polished. The sword is unique in its construction, that being made in the fashion of a griffon. Starting at the bottom, the pommel is in the shape of the griffon’s golden talons, tightly clutching at an embedded jewel. The jewel in question is actually the Grey Warden Pendent containing the blood of a darkspawn that Saldrin was given upon surviving the Joining Ritual, many years ago. Moving upward, the grip is composed of the griffon’s body, wrapped in soft leather that was bleached white. The cross-guard of the sword is in turn the griffon’s wings, spread wide as if ready to take flight. Above the cross-guard, the rain-guard completes the form as it takes the shape of the griffon’s head and golden beak, pointed upward to where the blade extends out.

The scabbard of the weapon is made of plain steel, reinforced by an outer layer of blackened leather that extends from the locket to the chape. The inner portion of the scabbard is lined with soft fur. Of interesting note is the single message engraved on the leather, scrawled in a fanciful style stating “In death, sacrifice.”

The shield he carries is of the same burnished veridium his suit of massive plate armor was forged from. Blackened with oils, etched with a golden, outer lining, and emblazoned with the prominent heraldry of two, golden griffons displayed addorsed, wings spread and maintaining a branch fesswise between them.

Usual Garments/Armor: Saldrin prefers to dress simple, and more often than not, his daily wear consists of a variety of darkened, coarse linen pants, and tunics that are brown or dark blue in color, prominently long sleeved, with little in the way of embellishments and embroideries. His clothes fit loosely, and although he doesn’t appear the exact image of sophistication and class, he’s comfortable, which is all that truly matters to him. He mostly wears a pair of simple, dark brown leather boots.

For the more dramatic and prestigious events, Saldrin cleans up quite nicely. Not that his personal coffers are full to bursting, but he has on such occasions been known to wear doublets of rich dark purple or blue, lined with either silver and gold embroidery . Of course he matches such fine stitching with quality, Antivan leather boots; soft as skin and black as night. He doesn’t have an aversion to dressing sharp when the situation warrants it, but again, he prefers to be comfortable rather than fashionable.

It’s surprising to note then, that Saldrin is quite comfortable in his armor, which he wears more often than any other garments. Perhaps it was all the years spent as a Templar, constantly on guard for any sign of weakness or corruption within the mage’s towers, bordering on the side of paranoia in preparation for a supposed attack? Perhaps it was his time spent as a fugitive, barely able to sleep at night for fear of an ambush by his pursuers, always on alert with arms and armor at the ready? Whatever the initial reasons were behind it, the fact remains that on the battlefield, and more often than not, outside of it, Saldrin assumes his massive plate armor. Burnished veridium, blackened with oil, lined with King’s Mail and reinforced leather padding and straps, with the same addorsed griffons found on the center of his shield, superimposed on the chest piece. Saldrin appears to be quite the imposing force when in full kit; the markings of which classify him a Grey Warden.

His arms and armament were crafted and gifted to him on orders of the First Warden, after he attained the position of Senior Grey Warden of Nordbotten.

Inventory: Saldrin carries a great deal in his pack, ranging from extra clothes, health poultices, herbs to make more, a small journal in which he documents his daily occurrences, a few sovereigns, foodstuffs, a flask of fresh water, and camping equipment (only when on distant excursions).