Vincent Cousland (9:09-Present) was born in the country of Ferelden and raised in Castle Cousland of Highever. The Cousland family have reigned as the Teyrns of Highever since the Black Age. The Cousland Family is second only to the Royal Family that leads Ferelden, the Theirin Family. Vincent's father Bryce Cousland always reminded him that "A Cousland always does his duty" and Vincent took that advice to heart.
"Some lands are ruled by men and women who believe that they have been elevated to their rank by the Maker Himself, but in Ferelden, rulers must earn their place. The nobility is not suffered gladly, as the Orlesian Empire discovered to its dismay when it attempted to occupy the land."
Physical Appearance Edit
Vincent was always a healthy young lad in great part due to his wealthy upbringing being Nobility. Gaining access to the finest foods and training his father Bryce could afford. No matter the personal trainer, Vincent always enjoyed clashing blades with his brother Fergus the most. Something about the idea of one day surpassing his older brother was quite the motivation, a natural sibling rivalry.
Vincent is about average height with a lean muscular build. He has never had the strongest swing or strength but he had a sharp mind that elevated his talent as a Warrior above many others. His lean build provided him a quicker step as well which helped outmaneuver opponents. His endurance was always high but becoming a Grey Warden only raised this attribute to a higher level.
Talents and SkillsEdit
Circle Tower -
Brecillian Forest -
Deep Roads -
Warden's Keep -
Return to Ostagar -
Battle of Denerim -
Vigil's Keep -
Wending Wood -
The Nest -
Witch Hunt -
Alistair Theirin -
Zevran Arainai -
Oghren Kondrat -
Shale Cadash -
Loghain Mac Tir -
Max (Dog) -
Nathaniel Howe -
"Blue Sorrow" Edit
"That's her..." Vincent whispered to himself, words escaping his mouth before he could prevent it.
Zevran curiously glanced at Vincent who was seemingly now lost in his own thoughts, a strange thing he noted, since Vincent wasn't known to let down his guard so easily like this. He decided he should inquire about the sudden mumbling of his companion.
"Uh, who do you speak of my friend? There are elves all around us, this is the alienage after all." Zevran tracked the destination of Vincent's eyes which led him to discover the subject of what he was so enraptured in. It guided him to a small and frail little elven girl collapsed against what looked to be a small house in poor condition. The house was ransacked with the windows smashed and the door broken in with what clearly looked like a forced entry. The wood was stained with black charred burns which were fairly recent.
"The elven rebellion sure did a number on this place, didn't it?" Zevrans simple question to try and recapture Vincent's attention didn't seem to even reach his ears. Vincent was a man who acted with confidence and conviction, never letting the details detur him from his goal. What he saw now was a man who all but let down his calm and collected facade. He turned to Vincent in a more concerned manner now. "Who is this girl to you, my friend? These kids are scattered every where in many other places we've travelled through. Clearly another victim of circumstance. Why the sudden interest in this child?" With no reply yet again, Zevran snapped his fingers twice in rapid succession in front of Vincent's eyes getting fed up with the silence.
Vincent snapped out of his trance and looked at Zevran. "That girl, I knew her mother. I'm the reason she's an orphan starving to death on these streets. I'm the reason she's alone in this world now. This is my doing." Grief racked away at Vincent, plainly shown across his face for all to see.
The sudden admission of guilt caught Zevran by surprise. It was so very unlike him to let his guard down this easily. Zevran noted how an assassin could simply slice his throat, disappear into the lingering crowds and still have time to be home for supper with how vulnerable he stood. "I'm afraid I will have to ask for a little bit more information than that. You are from Highever you mentioned, are you not? What would another orphan of war from a city you've never been to before mean to you?"
"I knew her mother, and that's all I have to say about it. Let us return to our duty." As Vincent began to turn away to resume his duty of defeating the blight, the girl looked up and caught his eyes. Deep, sorrowful blue eyes that were so very reminiscent of her mother, Iona. Puffy and red from what he could only assume was the result of her grief and tears. She was pretty much a duplicate of her mother. There was no mistaking it. This was Amethyne.
- Moment's before Vincent Introduced himself to Amethyne and promising to come back for her once he defeats the Blight.