Jarlen Crandum

Apostate Mage

Description:

Jarlen is an easy going laid back guy. He likes going on missions just as much as going to a bar. He may not smile much, but he’s never been caught scowling either.

Jarlen stands about 5’ 10", has green eyes and shoulder length sandy blonde hair.

Bio:

My name is Jarlen Crandum and this is my story thus far.

Born a bastard to a nobleman from Kirkwall and a whore I was doomed from the start. Add on top of that my gift, or curse depending on how you look at it, and you get a child that few would want, least of all a whore or a nobleman. From what my foster parents told me they found me in a dung heap crying and flailing my little arms and legs about. Yep, I was off to a good start.

They raised me until I drew too much attention from the Templars by accidentally lighting a house on fire. They then took me to some relatives out in the Free Marches to be raised. There I lived a happy life. They cared for me as if I was one of their own. Then one fateful night they came. More than I could count, darkspawn fell upon our peaceful community. Men took up arms, and women tended the children but all knew it was too little, too late. I did my best to use my gift to fight off the attackers, but that too was not enough. I grew more, and more desperate picking up any weapon I could and casting all that I knew to fight the dark ones. Then I blacked out. When I came too it looked like I stood in the middle of a giant explosion. All around me were dead humans and darkspawn. Nothing moved. It was still dark and fires still fed so I knew not much time had passed. I knew I could not stay here. This would surely be bad for me if I were found here. I found my second foster family and uttered a prayer that Andraste and the Maker take them and watch over them. Then I fled.

Two days later I came upon a group of mercenaries fighting off another group of darkspawn. I hesitated not wanting to have a repeat of two nights ago, but in the end my hatred for the dark things over came me and I joined the battle. They say they survived that day because of me. They said they were from the Red Irons Mercenary Company and their Captain offered to hire me. As I needed food and water badly I accepted.

I know not what happened that night when I blacked out, but I constantly think about it and have vowed to never lose control of myself again.

Jarlen Crandum

The Forgotten Keep Darru