Durian stared blankly at the walls of the tower around him, day dreaming about his home of Dennerim . If he closed his eyes he could almost smell the overwhelming scent of his mothers Cinnamon Buns. He was a tall human male with dark brown hair, His armor covering his body from the neck down, thou he was not wearing his helmet. His eyes were the color of dark almonds and were of the same shape, orphaned by his parents and left at the side of the rode; till a dwarven merchant couple saw the child and decided to take it in and raise it as there own. Thou he was a human, he never saw himself as anything but dwarven. He smiled as he remembered being invited to drink with his father and his fellow dwarfs for the first time and throwing up all the liquor he had swallowed after 4 pints of mead"
"Loiux!" The sharp loud voice directed toward Durian had snapped him out of his day dreaming and he stiffened his position Durian looking toward the Knight Captain.
"I'm sorry Knight Captain" Durian immediately saluting his captain "I got distracted, thinking about Fereldan." Durian smiled nervously at the blond haired templar, his eyebrow cocked either out of annoyance or curiosity, Durian could not tell witch was so however.
Cullen rubbed the back of his head sighing out of annoyance. " I know your looking forward too seeing your family again; And i'm happy for you! Really I am. I was from the circle in Fereldan too. But this is the third time i found you slacking at your post. One more Penalty and i'm going to have to deny you your vacation. I mean it this time!" the blond Templar pointing his finger at Durian's direction.
Brunette Templar saluted the captain as quickly as he could. " You have my word sir!" giving him a happy all be it worried smile to show Cullen gratitude.
Cullen nodded and walked away heading towards the Knight Commander's office.
Durian lowered his arm letting out a large sigh looking toward his Brother in arms. He had never felt more alone than he did in Kirkwall. He decided to join the order to protect people. But it almost felt like he was doing the opposite.
"PLEASE!" the cry for help ran through the tower and shook Durian to his core. He looked over to a mage being dragged away by 3 Templar's. He was struggling but he wasn't able to get out of their grasps even if he had access to his magic. "I SWEAR TOO THE MAKER! I'VE NEVER USED BLOOD MAGIC! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME TRANQUIL!" The mage made on last cry for help as he was dragged into the chamber.
"We wouldn't make a mage tranquil unless we had a valid reason...Its against the law. I have to have faith." these thoughts ran through Durian's thoughts every time a mage was dragged into that awful chamber. "I must have faith. Even if I don't believe in the Maker. I can believe in our Knight Comander." With that last trail of thought Durian was relived from his post and went off to the barracks to take a well deserved nap.
As Durian laid there he couldn't help but remember how he became a Templar to begin with. But that was the past and Durian was living in the present. He closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
(Sorry for it being short Ill start chapter 1 soon. X])
