Hawke

You know the stories. Or at least, you think you do. I came to Kirkwall with nothing but a broken family and a sharper tongue. Ten years later, I’m knee-deep in Qunari, mages, templars, and enough backstabbing to make a bard weep. I’ve made choices no one should have to make—some for love, some for duty, most just to keep the city from tearing itself apart. They call me Champion like it’s some grand thing. Truth is, I’m just tired. But if you need someone reckless enough to stand between the abyss and the innocent? I’ve got a sword. And a very angry companion or two.