|bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote,|
@ 2010-12-05 10:34:00
|NAME: Bethen Avilla|
AGE & YEAR OF BIRTH: 24; 3 Eluviesta, 9:21 Dragon
RACE & CLASS: Human Mage
SPECIALIZATION: Spirit Healer
SKILLS: Herbalism, Combat Tactics, Clarity.
SPELLS: Arcane, Earth, Cold, Healing, Enhancements, Glyphs, Telekinesis.
|Opposition in all things:|
|On the day that Bethen Avilla was born, the first rose of the season had finally bloomed in Lothering. She was the third child and second daughter of Reuben, a merchant who traveled from afar to the trading town, and Mared, the waitress who'd given him a reason to stay for over a decade. When his children were still small enough to fit in his lap, Reuben would gather them up in front of the hearth and tell them stories of dragonhunters, of the great King Tylus, hero of the Fourth Blight, of the glittering halls of the College of Magi, and the splendorous stone tombs of old Nevarran kings. He had always promised that one day he would take his family back to his homeland, to see the incomparable beauty not found in Ferelden, save for the one jewel he had made his wife and mother of his children. Sadly, Reuben would never be able to fulfill this promise, though not just because the Avillas would eventually be slaughtered in the oncoming Blight.|
|For earth, sky|
|Bethen was seven when she caught the attention of the Chantry, after she walked up to the Revered Mother with a broken bird cradled in her palms and tears in her eyes. As the woman gave the poor dead creature a final blessing, it suddenly sprang back to life and flew from the little girl's hands. A week later, a steel fist pounded hard against the wooden front door of the Avilla's cottage. To anyone who didn't know better, two heavily armored men may have seemed excessive to transport one little girl, but the power of an unwitting and untrained Mage was nothing to doubt, even if she looked so tiny and frail when she clutched at her mother's skirt. Bethen would soon find herself craning her neck to see the high peak of the Circle Tower as she and her Templar guards were ferried across Lake Calenhad.|
|For winter, summer|
|The crying stopped roughly two days after being swept inside of Kinloch Hold; there was little time to sob, let alone reflect, between being assigned to an Enchanter, given fresh apprentice robes, and being whisked away to classes. For all that had been given up in going to the Tower, one could argue that much more had been gained; indeed, even Bethen would come to see it that way, though she was easily one of the more agreeable children taken in by the Circle. Studying books and practicing spells became less and less of a distraction from missing her family, and more of a genuine subject of interest. She could light a candle with a thought, and make a fistful of snow even in the summer. What child wouldn't be fascinated with such powers? While many of her peers grew restless and ached for fresh air and sunlight, Beth could often be found burying her nose in a book, hiding out in the library when it came time for curfew.|
|For darkness, Light.|
|She was hiding in the library when everything went to hell. She remembers less about how she got out than she does what it was like to be in the middle of it -- the acrid smell of seared flesh, the thick ashes clinging to her skin, the sprays of blood smeared along the walls, the broken bodies of her mentors and friends lying in crumpled heaps. It was death and chaos, the work of blood magic and demons. Perhaps the worst memory of all was staring into the sunken eyes and twisted face of an abomination. By some stroke of luck, it failed to notice her cowering behind a fallen bookshelf, where she waited until a senior mage found her and brought her downstairs. Even after the barrier sealed them off from the malevolent spirits, all hope was lost as they awaited their fate; either way, a bitter end was all that seemed possible, whether by the claws of a demon or the steel of the Templars. Then came a knight in shining armor, not riding in on the wings of a griffon as stories told, but a sight to behold nonetheless. At nine years old, Bethen was among a handful of survivors of the assault on the Tower by Uldred and his followers, rescued by none other than a Grey Warden.|
|By My will alone is balance sundered|
|One would think that such a trauma would make life in the Tower seem unbearable, even after the final spirit had been purged from their halls, but there weren't many options available to those who had been left to pick up the pieces. Perhaps taking the Rite of Tranquility would have been easier, a way to keep the nightmares at bay, than scrubbing the floors clean of crusted blood and picking up charred remains. While Beth had never held much faith in the Chant of Light, there was one speech made by a visiting sister that struck her. Had the Maker not allowed them to live through this travesty for a reason? There was a purpose in survival -- not to become mindless and numb to what had happened, but to learn from the mistakes and arrogance of others, and to use the gifts she had been given for a better purpose. Bethen received a new mentor from Cumberland to instruct her as they came to repair Ferelden's Circle, and took a particular interest in helping the senior enchanters reorganize and rebuild the library's half-destroyed collection.|
|And the world given new life.|
|It would be a little over twelve years until she was deemed ready to go through her Harrowing. If any good had ever come of what she had experienced as a child, it was in being capable of resisting the demon that she encountered in the Fade. It was not long before she woke as a fully fledged mage of the Circle. Along with her new status, Bethen became an assistant librarian and often helped with classes, particularly in the instruction of healing spells, though she would not have the chance to become an enchanter to her own apprentices before Warden-Commander Alistair arrived at their doors, seeking recruits. Though the First Enchanter was reluctant to force anyone to go, as was the Knight-Commander resistant to the idea of sending a mage out of their reach, there was no sense in denying the Grey Wardens necessary aid to end the Blight. As soon as the request for volunteers was announced, Bethen was among the first to step up. She was sent along with a handful of others, including one Templar intended to oversee them, to accompany the Warden-Commander to their Keep in Amaranthine to partake in a secretive ceremony known as the Joining.|
|- Threnodies 5:5.|
|Having spent the majority of her life in the high reaches of a Tower, it should be no surprise that Bethen is an incredibly sheltered young woman, her perception of the world primarily illustrated by what she has read rather than experienced. While she has memorized chapter upon chapter of written text, she has little in the ways of savvy about some of the harsher realities of the world. Always polite and congenial, if not a little overeager to befriend and please others, Beth generally has the best of intentions and the benefit of the greater good in mind, but can be terribly naive, gullible, and misguided. An idealist, she attempts to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, and can be an incredibly supportive and loyal friend. However, the betrayal of her trust is almost unforgivable, and she does not appreciate selfishness and insensitivity in others when kindness and generosity is an option.|
Considerate and slow to pass judgment, Bethen is very open-minded and inquisitive, always ready to learn something new, whether it be a skill or someone's life story. Her newfound companions are a great source of interest and intrigue, and those from foreign nations or other cultures are especially subjected to rounds of her questions. However, her thirst for knowledge stems from innocent curiosity rather than anything malevolent; Beth is hardly subtle or clever enough to be manipulative, and lacks much ambition or desire for power and control over others. Instead, she is more comfortable as a follower than a leader. Level-headed and patient, Bethen does not act on passions or a temper, which makes her fair and objective, but often times indecisive, hesitant, and prone to overthinking matters. However, she does well with making swift tactical choices and advising others on what action might be best to take.
Her role as a supporter and temperament as a nurturer is best emphasized by her proficiency in Creation magics and healing. Beth is not loyal to the Chantry nor completely complacent with some of their oppressive rules, but she does believe in certain limitations to what one should and shouldn't do with magic and has always been compliant with their laws. Having seen first hand how much danger there is in magic used incorrectly or unwisely, Bethen is very prudent in her usage, and has held on to her deep fear of maleficarum. In fact, while she still finds Templars to be figures of intimidation, what terrifies her more than being struck down by their blades is the idea of ever becoming a twisted abomination herself.
Where others may see her as weak for not taking advantage of the power that she has at her hands, Beth sees her ability to resist temptation as a strength. The truth lies somewhere in between -- certainly she is a willful and morally righteous person, but she is also fairly repressed in many ways that go beyond being a Circle mage. She has a tendency to try too hard to placate others, even at her own expense, and shies away from confrontation against her friends and allies, allowing them to tread all over her. At most, her response is to be frustratingly passive-aggressive rather than straight-forward to resolve an issue. On the rare occasion when a smart remark doesn't go over her head, Bethen can be oversensitive to teasing, and is somewhat of a prude who isn't difficult to make blush with the slightest suggestive comment.