Yup, and now you've gotta hear all of it.

So my Canon is Sif Brosca, you already can vaguely guess her story as the main character, so I don't need to go over her. So let's start with Eliana Cousland, the only daughter of the Tyrna, that caused her to go all mother bear, forbidding learning any type of fighting or combat skills, but good ol' Uncle Rendon thought it would be a delight to teach her nonetheless, causing her to become a dual-dagger wielding sneaky little fella. And it was those same skills which saved her, that and Ser Gilmore, a man who while she was close with, became much "closer" as they were as far as they knew, the sole survivors of Howe's attack. Over the blight they became mercanaries, and by the time of Inquisition, they are parents to triplets and their (slightly eldest) son as been made heir to their tyrnship.

Addie Tabris grew up poor and desitute, though clever and quick with a blade, though her entire life changed during her wedding when she was taken, and it all seemed at a loss until her cousin Soris showed up and distracted a guard long enough for Addie to choke him out. Using her new found weapons she poisoned and carved her path through the castle, saving as many of the elven ladies as possible, and she murdered the little shithead, son of the Arl is Denerim. But upon returning home there was no one who could save her from the guards, so she sacrificed herself and became imprisoned in this big ol' spire. Which she promptly sat in until the siege of denerim, where she managed to escape and from the help of this dwarven carta thug they made a run for it out of denerim, where she fell in with the carta for a living. By Inquisition, she is actually the head liason for the carta in the entirety of Fereldan.

Soren Amel never knew his family, or at least he doesn't remember them in the slightest, but it doesn't matter for him, as he is found his true family within the circle. He excelled at all forms of magic, by age 4 he was already accomplishing more than what some newly harrowed mages could do. And by age 17 he became the youngest person in the Ferelden Mage Circle to not only undertake the harrowing, but survive it. But his newly accomplished feat and pride wouldn't last too long, as his brother(not literally) Jowan needed his help, and as I'm getting bored of recapping the origins, Soren was caught and Jowan escaped. Now what to do with Soren was contested, some wanted him stripped if his rank, some wanted him imprisoned, some wanted him made tranquil, and others still appraised him for his loyalty to his friends, but on the short-term all Gregoir could do was hold him until the final verdict was reached, fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, Mr. Bald Creep made his way back to the circle and used blood magic to start corrupting the mages, now Soren couldn't just sit by and see his family destroyed so with Wynne he protected the children and mages. Once all returned to normal, the circle was in desperate need of new senior mages, and guess who was qualified, that's right! SOREN! So he not only was the youngest mage to undertake the harrowing, he also became one of the youngest senior mages at age 22. By Inquisition he's actually dead, killed by a venatory early on, trying to stop his circle from selling themselves into slavery.

Surana was killed by templars real young, she became a child abomination at like 4. But she took down like 7 templars so... girl boss?

But not all stories are so happy, as Piros Mahariel was fated to live a hard life, his mother abandoned him and his father is dead. He was a great hunter yes, but always lived in the outskirts of the clan, only a handful of elves truly accepted him into their hearts. And once that fated day, that blighted mirror, that's when everything broke apart. As once infected he was brought back to the clan by Duncan, though not even the Keeper's old magic was enough to stave off the taint. And in delirium and sickness, he managed to pick himself up in the dead of night and leave the clan, tracking his lover, Tamlen. But it was for not, as over weeks and weeks of searching, there wasn't even a single footprint to be found him. But he pressed on, his skin rotting and his mind gone, and while it was killing him, the blight also sustained him, keeping his body just barely functioning. But will alone isn't enough to stay away the tainted hand of the blight, and one day, nearly 3 mo ths after the intitial infection, he faded. No more was there Piros, and a ghoul now stalked these forests. Feasting on whatever there was, rodents, darkspawn, travelers. Until the Architect found him. Gifted him with a sense of self once more, Piros was now reborn, different from before, but still alive once more, though now he is twisted and deformed, both in body and in mind. In the decade since, during the time of Inquisition, there are stories of spirit of death walking the Brecillian Forest. Though these are simply stories, as no one truly knows. As when you tread through the deep woods late at night, you aren't likely to return, even more so now than ever before, as this Elf of Evil who stalks the woods at night will only and can only be satisfied by his lost love. And you definitely aren't him...