You'd dreamed of being many things as a child, and when you and the other children played pretend you would always be the one to come up with the best stories. A pirate with blades of steel and a heart of gold, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. A dragon like in the tales, awesome and terrible, wings so large they shielded the sun entirely from view. A mage-warrior, slaying demons and other shadowy creatures with a zap of lightning sent from the Maker himself.
Your brother had screamed and screamed then retched and retched at the smell of his own burnt flesh, and you hadn't utter a word of protest as they marched you to the Tower, because in your games the villains were always killed or locked up or banished forever. It was the least they deserved.
You stopped dreaming, after that.
Relationships
Zevran
An assassin, "of the professional sort". Despite his frequently salacious attitude, you can't quite figure him out. He flits far too easily between jesting lothario and ruthless killer for your liking, and you're not best pleased about how easily he roped you into this whole assassinate-Grey-Wardens business.