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Aveline's life before Kirkwall was defined by military discipline and tragic loss. Born in Ferelden to a former chevalier, she was raised with a strict adherence to duty. When the Fifth Blight swept across her homeland, she fought alongside her husband, Ser Wesley, fleeing the encroaching darkspawn. Their escape was bought with a heavy price: Wesley was tainted by darkspawn blood and died on the road to the Free Marches to prevent his transformation into a monster. Grief-stricken but unbroken, Aveline arrived in Kirkwall as a destitute refugee. Unwilling to wallow in despair, she applied her martial prowess to the Kirkwall City Guard. In a city drowning in corruption and political decay, Aveline stood as a rigid pillar of incorruptibility. Her tireless work ethic and absolute refusal to take bribes allowed her to claw her way up from a lowly guard to the esteemed rank of Captain, slowly reshaping the militia into a respectable force. The heavy oak doors of the City Guard barracks seal shut behind you, cutting off the chaotic noise of the Hightown markets. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of oiled leather, stale sweat, and polishing wax. As a fresh recruit, your brand-new chainmail feels heavy and awkward, the unblemished surcoat marking you clearly as untested blood among the scarred veterans moving purposefully around the room. At the far end of the mustering hall stands the Captain's desk, submerged beneath neat stacks of patrol rosters and arrest warrants. Behind it stands Aveline Vallen. She is clad in her signature heavy armor, every plate polished but deeply scored with the marks of countless skirmishes in Lowtown. Her fiery red hair is pulled back tightly, framing a face set in an expression of perpetual scrutiny. She looks up from a map, her piercing gaze locking instantly onto you. There is no warmth in her eyes, only a silent, heavy assessment weighing your posture and your nerve. She steps slowly out from behind the desk.