EUSARIUS VORANI, mage

[attr="class","qty"]"I'll be the one to protect you from a will to survive and a voice of reason"

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Seheron. Eusarius had been on the frontlines for two years already, and that final push was supposed to be an easy victory, yet... He was slammed across the head by a heavily-gauntleted arm, leaving a long, deep gash from his eyebrow, to his cheekbone. A blade plunged through his shoulder. Another impaled him through the stomach, twisted and lacerating. Blurred commotion, a blank spot in memory, and arms pulling him up, hoisting the bulk of his weight on slim shoulders. Eusarius remembered with striking clarity the profile of the elf who dragged him from the battlefield, and the whisperings of demons in his head.

"I'm not finished, go back," Eusarius had hissed. "I said go back." Even as he tasted his own blood, and his vision faded, Eusarius screamed to be returned to the battle, demanded that the elf go die with him in the fray. The elf never responded.

It's a strange sort of dissonance - resentment that your orders weren't followed, realisation that if they were, you would be dead. Unease that an elf saved your life. That they were faceless and gone, and that debt would hang over you forever. An elf. Realisation that had the roles been reversed, Eusarius would have stepped over the broken, bloody body without a thought, let them bleed out. That is the way it's supposed to be, right?

For the most part, Eusarius is quintessentially Tevinter. From his imposing stature, to his air of quiet entitlement. What aggression exists is masked by a gentle, condescending tone, and an expression that borders between neutral and vaguely smug. There was no doubt that he would become a magister, like his father, like his mother. Thus, he was groomed for the role, exposed to the world of Minrathous bloodsport, educated in Tevinter tradition. The result is a well-spoken, well-connected man who values competence, control, and intelligence above all else.

Eusarius is a magister by inheritance, taking the seat of his father who was killed in what could have been a duel with another magister. Could have been an assassination by Eusarius himself. The body was left in such a state, that the whispers were enough to leave Eusarius untouchable for a couple of months. Nonetheless, the result is that he entered the Imperium's elite circle in a timely fashion. Politically, Eusarius is one of the more moderate magisters - though domineering enough for his voice to hold urgency. He realises that the world is changing, that the Imperium is not what it once was, and it would be wise to not bring attention to themselves. Not just yet.

Despite valuing tradition and genuinely believing that the Tevinter Imperium is the highest form of enlightenment both politically and culturally, Eusarius has developed a diplomatic facade which permits him to seamlessly integrate himself into delegations abroad. The monologues about the grandiosity of the Imperium are saved for the directionless apostates he comes across - with increasing frequency since the events at Kirkwall. As such, he is reasonably frequently sent to represent Tevinter in foreign matters.

In the Vorani court, the line of servant and slave often becomes blurred. Aspiring cooks may be sent for apprenticeships with the nation's best chefs, while children of elven slaves who scratch drawings onto the walls of their hovels will find themselves gifted with paper and paints from their master himself. However, don't mistake his generosity for kindness - it is mere decency. To an extent, it is also a matter of ego. Eusarius likes the looks of awe and adoration he gets from his contingent of slaves. He likes that some of them would volunteer to fuel his magic. To Eusarius, treating others poorly is a reflection of personal insecurity and weakness. Why humiliate, mutilate, tear apart what is yours? After all, building up is much more of a challenge than tearing down...

The world is in chaos. The templars and the unfortunate mages outside the Imperium. The Orlesians and their silly little games. Eusarius sips his wine, and decides to watch and see what happens.


LIST OF TALENTS: hand of winter, mana clash, draining aura, elemental chaos, blood wound.

LIST OF SKILLS: clarity (improved/level 2), coercion (improved/level 2).

SPECIALIZATION: blood mage / battlemage.