Wild is the music of the autumnal wind

Basics

Name: Lelaros

Age: 18 during Inquisition, 20 during Trespasser

Date of Birth: Mid-Autumn

Height: 5'3"

Sex: Female

Gender: Genderfluid

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Pansexual

Family: Mallel (birth parent), Unnamed father, Feylhen (older brother)

Languages: A little bit of everything, because of traveling. Speaks with an Orlesian accent, won't say if it's fake or not.

Prefered Weapons: Long range. Specializes in bow and spear/javelin. Caries twin daggers, but doesn't much like hand to hand combat.

Faceclaim: Jessica Parker Kennedy

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Clever as the devil and twice as pretty

Apperance

Lelaros is all legs and slender, but with soft curves. His eyes are hazel, and depending on the light and the color he's wearing they can appear light brown or yellow, and sometimes even green. His hair is dark, but full of rich browns and dark red tones, and in the sunlight the red shows through very well. It's long, about mid back and curly.

His style of dress is very dependent on how he feels day to day. Sometimes binding and a nice tunic and leggings will suffice. Other days it's vibrant low bodiced dresses with full skirts. There's rarely any in between. In the relative privacy of his own room, it's usually a robe, a sheet or nothing at all. Whether tunic or dress, it's likely he made it himself. He favors autumnal colors; reds, golds, yellows, oranges. Brown isn't a favorite of his, but he can work with it. He loves patterns, and experimenting with them to see what will work together.

He enjoys wearing pretty clips in his hair, and often it's worn down, but partly braided with beads or clips or both. Often he can be seen wearing pretty rings and bracelets. Don't ask him wear they came from, he won't tell you.

As he's still so young, Lelaros still has a baby face at times. Sometimes it's hard to tell how youthful he is, especially when he wears his kohl around his eyes and has his curls all done up nicely. But other times, it's very easy to see, when he dresses more masculine and doesn't apply his kohl, and wears his hair pulled back (aka, when he isn't all "fancied" up). He definitely, for the most part, tries to make himself seem older than he actually is on most days.

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I am rain and belong to no one

Personality

Put simply, Lelaros can be a handful. He is a near constant ball of upbeat energy, bouncing here there and everywhere. He's not one to dwell on things he can't fix, such as his exile or being disheartened by his brother's approval of it.

He is fiery and stubborn, traits he gets from Mallel. While friendly and outgoing, most people are unassumingly kept at arm's length until he believes they can be trusted. He's flirty, though it's usually of the playful sort. Physical modesty is not one of his strong points, though most especially within the privacy of his own room and he won't apologize for that.

Lelaros is quite good at pushing people's buttons, but knowing when to back off. He can be a bit of a brat and quite vain when the mood suits him. He's very clever, though rarely lets it be seen, prefering to let all those besides the ones he trusts to severely underestimate him. Streetwise, he's very bright, and has learned to swindle and network with the best of them with his easy charm and friendliness.

But he's also very kind and very generous, when he wishes to be, or when it serves him, and so very willing to help out anyone in need. That nature was part of the reason he was set on becoming a Jenny, to help people who can't help themselves, because he knows what it's like not to be able to help himself. But Lelaros is sharp as a tact, and can tell when people are trying to take advantage of his generosity.

He also has a bit of a darker side to him, one that people rarely get to see because it's so well hidden. Lelaros can absolutely be a very selfish person, and there are very few people whom he wouldn't throw under the cart to save his own skin if he's in an extreme pinch. He's very flawed, with very grey morals. He's very ambitious, and there is little he won't do to achieve his goals. He has a very, very hard time connecting to people emotionally, due to extreme mental abuse growing up. It's like a switch he flipped off when he was at his most broken down, and he hasn't been able to turn it back on. He is a very broken and fragile person, but all of that is shoved down deep inside and he believes he has better things to do than to try and fix himself.

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Never trust a fox

History

Lelaros is the youngest son of chief of a highly reclusive dalish clan. His brother, Feylhen, remembers their mother well. Lelaros doesn't remember her at all and knows precious little other than she left sometime between his first and second year. All he had of her as a child were bitter biting remarks from his father and brother that he was too much like her, and disapproving looks from other memebers of the clan. As a child, he never understood what they meant, only that they cut very deeply. Even now Lelaros isn't sure. When he was older, he did begin to recieve letters from his mother, though he burned them as soon as he read them and replied in fear of his father and brother knowing.

As he grew, Lelaros noticed that sometimes he was comfortable in dresses, and other times he was comfortable wearing his brother's old clothes. He grew to have a hoard of them, though whenever Feylhen would find it, they would be taken and quickly cut up and used for other things. And it wasn't a subject that his father nor brother would speak to him about. This only paved the way for Lelaros' rebellious streak to grow and flourish, much to his father's disappointment. He was wild in his early teens, which only furthered the animosity towards him within the family and within the majority of the clan.

When things came to a boiling point and his father had had enough of his ways. Coupled with the whispered rumors that Lelaros was a blood mage like his mother, Lelaros was exiled from the clan. He never received his vallaslin, an insult to injury. It would've been Ghilan'nain. While it hurt him, he knew there was nothing he could say nor do to plead his case, not with his father and brother so resentful. He packed his things and left in the night, and Mallel (birth parent) met him to guide him to a safe place to gather himself and his thoughts. He stays with Mallel for a few days before heading off on his own path and away from the forests he called home.

Free from his clan's influence, Lelaros feels more comfortable within his own skin and begins dressing whatever way he wishes to. He begins to refer to himself as 'he' instead of 'she', though not because he has more masculine days than feminine or neutral ones, but because he liked the sound of it and for him, it felt safer and more comfortable than 'she'. He believes very strongly that that was partly due to his father and brother. Often he wonders if it didn't hold such negativity for him personally if he would still go by 'she'. Even to this day his gender confuses him, but he's much more sure, confident and content with himself.

After leaving Mallel, Lelaros ends up being taken in by a woman whom owns an inn and tavern called La Petite Rose on the outskirts of Val Fontaine. Ros worked as a waitress ( and often times for extra coins, worked upstairs ) at the inn. The other girls there took him under their wing, taught him the languages, reading, writing, math. He was bright and quick. It was there at the inn where he began to realize his talent for getting secrets and gathering information, and where he learned he could use his body as a weapon.

Lelaros hears about the Inquisition while working as a Jenny and through the grapevine. Many of his friends (and Friends) stay behind, though he travels to see what it's all about, and if he can help. Continue➶

Never let them tame you.

Misc

Ships:
Seine/Ros
Teller/Ros

For headcanons, please check his headcanon tag.