Marian Hawke was never one to do as she was told. She always had to be nagged or guilted or blackmailed into doing even the simplest of chores and a direct and unarguable demand like 'stay away from the templar's in Lothering' was laughable. So she teased and flirted and had her way with many of the handsome young men of the Chantry, who has promised themselves to the maker but were still men under all that armour and had needs and desires that Marian was more then happy to fulfil.
She was more of a subtle beauty then her sister Bethany, with pointier, more defined facial features, and a slim, toned body. Bethany was all curves and innocence with those big eyes and pouty lips, but Marian knew how to work what she had rather then shy away from it like her sister, much to the annoyance of her parents. And then that day came, that fateful day when she seduced the wrong templar, he was older and wiser then most, a new posting in Lothering, taking command of the order. He was more experienced then the boys she was used to. Making her arch and plead in a way she had never before, not being used to losing herself so completely in a lover since her first time she accidentally let off a fireball when she came to her completion. Her templar lover, noticed.
The templar raid on her house was a quiet affair, Bethany submitted with no argument but Marian locked herself in the barn, inscribing glyphs and symbols that took the templar's 4 days to counteract and finally get to her. She stopped when they breached the barn, not wanting to kill anyone but she was proud of the fight they she had given them. It was ultimately decided that it was too dangerous to keep both sisters at the Fereldan circle, not that Bethany was a worry, she was a kind sweet, talented girl, not even 16 yet, who would do well, but there was no question that her sister had a spirit that would cause trouble, trouble that they could do without and would only lead to her being made tranquil so they decided to send her away.
Marian sat in solitary confinement for 5 months, as they first enchanter waited for word back from the circles he had written to across Thedas. They only circle that was willing to accept her was the one in Tevinter. Now they first enchanter loathed the thought of sending such a spirited girl to Tevinter, where her already impressive power would be warped by their questionable morals and love of blood magic but considering the alternative he had no choice.
She was packed and ready to travel within the day with a contingent of 5 templar's with her. Normally one would be sufficient for such a task but given past events it was thought that the more the better. The boat trip to Minrathous took almost 4 months and when she stepped on solid ground again, Marian could still feel the rocking of the waves beneath her.
The port was crowded, there had been 5 ships in the fleet that they travelled with, one full of people, one full of cargo and 3 military warships. A large horse drawn carriage made its was though the multitude of people, curses and impolite gestures following it as it seemed to not care for who it might have struck down. The door opened and out jumped an…elf…maybe. He was unlike any of the elves Marian had seen in Ferelden, his armour was made of heavy leather and plate, and upon his back was a sword almost as long as the staff she carried and he has a shock of messy white hair that fell about his face and unusual tattoos up his arms. He scanned the area, looking for danger before his eyes fell on her and narrowed slightly. He turned back to the carriage and turned down a step, and a man dressed in a blue robe started to descend.
The man walked forward, smiling wide arms out stretched. "Marian Hawke, I presume? I've heard so much about you. Welcome to Minrathous."
His smile unnerved her, it was more predatory when welcoming. She looked at the stoic elf who stood a respectable distance behind the mage but still close about to protect. She had heard a lot about the Imperium and their pet slaves and had the distinct feeling she was about to become this mages new toy to show off at dinner parties. She smiled as sincerely as she could and bowed respectfully "Magistair Denarius. It is an honour to be granted a position as your apprentice."
"Well, my dear, when I heard about how much of a fight you give those blasted Templars I knew you had to come to the centre of magical learning in all of Thedas. Under my tutelage you will gain so much knowledge and power here, far more then you would have in Ferelden. "
"I thank you kind, ser."
It seemed for the first time Denarius noticed the Templars standing behind Marian, all looking very uncomfortable. "My, my. Did they really send five Templars to accompany you? You must be trouble indeed!" He laughed
Marian smiled a little proudly "Well, that's what they keep telling me."
Denarius' grin took on that predatory look again. "Very well. You men maybe off now, she is in my custody, you are no longer needed." He shoo'ed them away with a wave of his hand and moved to put an arm around Marian's shoulder, guiding her towards the carriage. "Fenris, bags." He said to the elf who rushed to gather up her belongings.
Denarius stepped into the carriage first, offering a hand to Marian who took it gracefully. She could feel power under his skin, magic radiating off him like an aura, but it made her skin crawl. His power was supplied by blood magic, evil magics, assisted by demons. For the first time in her entire life, Marian was worried about what she had gotten herself into.