“This blows, it’s shit that’s what it really is. The lords and ladies have their way of trying to convince anyone that their way is the true one. I laugh at this to be honest. Who are they to tell anyone that something is unfair or true. They are the ones bathing in riches and not sharing and they can pay anyone to give them the truth that they want. They are the ones who don’t pay fair wages. They are the ones to but walls and differences between people. If they won’t play fair I won’t, why should I? I’m just playing by their rules.”

– Firil

From Poverty to Riches

Firil grew up as an orphan, her mother having died during child birth and her father having disappeared when she turned five years old. She was taken in by an eccentric, but rich noble Orlesian family, where she grew up as a hand maiden and friend to the beautiful daughter of the family. In other words, she was treated better than most maids or handmaidens.

Firil was living the sweet life in Val Royeaux, attending balls and other events with her noble “family.” The handmaiden’s duties didn’t include making conversation at these events, leaving Firil very bored. Luckily, while assisting the Lady of the house, she discovered that she had a natural talent for acquiring information unnoticed.

Firil started bribing the rich and the wealthy, gathering gossip and scandals like a trader of goods. She had a great eye for spotting an unfaithful Lord or Lady, whom she would promptly blackmail. The operation was pretty successful for a while and her network grew bigger and bigger with each passing month. However, as more people got involved, things started to get out of hand. In one sober moment, Firil saw her empire of lies ready to shatter beneath her feet. One moment of bravery had caused someone to call her bluff. And she was found wanting. It would only be a matter of time until the Orlesian elite caught up to her. It was either sink or swim.

The social assassin had been careful however, working behind aliases and proxies. Also, because of her high position in the court, she managed to deceive her way out of danger, only to inadvertently throw someone else to the wolves in the process. Firil is not an evil creature by any means, but the enraged upper echelons of the “Orlesian Game” demanded a scapegoat, and that unfortunately landed on Firil’s best friend and partner in crime: the elven kitchen boy Eriel.

He was executed publicly by guillotine, just to set an example for any who would dare rise from such a low station to play the games of Nobles. However, suspicion still remained on Firil, and with a lot of pressure on her “family” she was reluctantly dismissed. Their amusement at the elven mischief maker had finally run its course.

After Firil left Orlais, she was sent to live with “distant family” in Kirkwall. It’s not that Firil didn’t learn from all that happened in Orlais, but she was too hungry for adventure and adrenaline, and could not let things be. Kids, husband, a little cute house with a garden would be her worst nightmare.

Kirkwall Was Not Home

Kirkwall was different. Firil soon became a friend of Red Jenny’s and had a pretty great time of things. She also got hired by the Carta from time to time to deliver safe routes for smuggling.  Firil always felt welcomed by the Carta, at least the ones living in Kirkwall. The dwarves knew how to throw a party! After some time Firil became friends with some of the dwarves, but one in particular became a little more than just a friend. It was nothing romantic, they simply refer to each other as cousins and care for each other like family does. The name of this particular dwarf is Bogart. The two of them together would probably drive Valeth mad, and LeClair would approve.

Her luck then took a strange turn again. After attempting to blackmail a member of the Montiliyet family, Firil ran into the one person who could match her move for move: The Nightingale – Leliana. However, the spy master to the Divine herself was impressed, digging up her past with a thoroughness that both terrified Firil and held her in awe. Leliana gave Firil something she had never had before. Higher purpose. Though the money was also good. And consistent!

Pretty soon she was sent to work as an initiate Kestrel in the Ostwick spy cell, working all manner of jobs for the Most Holy, via her left hand. It was in Ostwick that she met both Ness and Valeth.

Little, Lithe and Lethal

Firil’s youth is evident in her looks. She has short brunette hair over slate blue eyes. She has no Vallaslin tattoos.

Firil is of short height her athletic style give her a wiry strength that is easily missed, much to the dismay of her victims. Firil is not ugly, and she knows it. She uses her pixie-like innocence to disarm opponents with a bat of her lashes or the unbuttoning of her shirt.

Her skills with make-up and disguises, earned from her days in court, have found new use in altering her appearance when it is required. Word is she can even pass herself off as a human youngster.

Dark Waters Run Deep

Firil seems to be a very selfish creature, prone to focusing on the material gains and always putting her safety above all else. Her mischievous nature always finds a way to make itself noticed, sometimes for better or worse.

However, everything about Firil is layered. Her manner, her expression and even her accent is just one more facade covering a rarely seen creature. Though this may make her harder to get to like – to those who possess some insight, her natural charisma (and occasionally her looks) win most people over in minutes.

The rogue never speaks in detail of her past, the dirt she waded through or the enemies she has made. Most especially, she has yet to deal with the fact that every night in her dreams, she sees Eriel’s head falling from it’s shoulders and his final scream of despair, calling her name. Her real name. Which she has not used for a very long time.

Dirty Fighting

Firil plays on her strengths in evasion and taking opportunities. Not fond of fair fights, she tends to make use of shadows and misdirection to approach her target before striking hard and fast. Skilled with knife work and the use of the short bow, she makes up for the short range with a wide range of skills which enable her to move unseen.

Seeing honor as something idiots use to ensure a fight on their terms, she always strikes from behind where possible. Leaving the grunt work for Ness and the long ranged business to Valeth.

Personal Growth

Firil’s anarchistic nature has gotten the group through many scraps and situations, but always seems to leave a possible future issue biding it’s time in the background. She quickly made an agreement with the Carta Dwarves in the basement of Equine House, the Kestrel headquarters. Now with an income from their share of a Lyrium smuggling operation downstairs, the Kestrels are constantly under threat of discovery from the Ostwick Guard.

Also, Firil’s actions in the rescue of Tobbi the Avvar, caused the understanding between the City Guard and the Street Rats to come to a paranoid and violent end. Though Tobbi was saved and Adrian the Guardsmen was recruited to their side, the brewing troubles between the crime family and the authorities may still explode in our heroe’s faces.

While the missions grow darker and darker, Firil seems to be growing colder and colder. While Valeth chooses the path for the group and chooses the moral right, Firil’s critique of her team mate and leader grow harsher as she demands they accomplish their goals no matter the cost. Where this comes from, has yet to be seen.

She took the death of Ness very hard to heart, and though she never speaks of it, it’s plain for Valeth and those close to her that she is struggling with some inner turmoil. She looks after gaffy and treats him like a little brother. The two of them will often gang up on Valeth or Keth, both of whom are easy targets for pranks and jibes.


  • Firil doesn’t actually seduce her way out of things as often as people think. She usually prefers to slit throats or deceive enemies.