Talarion, an apostate mage born into the world of Dragon Age, stands at the natural height of elves, his figure slender yet imbued with an eerie strength. His visage is marked by an unsettling dichotomy: one eye a piercing gold, the other a deep, stormy blue, reflecting the turmoil within his soul. Long, flowing red hair cascades down his back, a stark contrast to his dark attire. He dons black trousers and a deep blue shirt, over which he wears a long, black coat that billows ominously as he moves. His hands, adorned with fingerless black gloves, are often seen conjuring dark energies. Around his neck, a collection of jewelry fashioned from animal teeth and other natural elements clinks softly, a testament to his time spent in the wilds, though some pieces are of crafted metal, hinting at a connection to civilization he cannot fully sever.

Talarion's power as a dark mage is both his blessing and his curse. Touched by a demon since birth, he wields the ability to extract shadows from creatures, humans, and elves alike, using them as spectral minions in combat. This fearsome ability sets him apart, making him both revered and feared. His life is a relentless pursuit of power, driven by a deep-seated desire to understand and control the demonic essence that courses through his veins. Yet, this quest is fraught with obstacles; the society of mages shuns him, fearing his uncontrollable powers and the demon that influences him.

Despite these challenges, Talarion continues to delve into forbidden magics, seeking ancient texts and secluded mentors who dare to teach him. His intelligence and cunning allow him to navigate the treacherous paths of dark magic, often one step ahead of those who would see him destroyed. His journey is marked by conflict, both external from those who oppose him, and internal, as he wrestles with the demon's influence and his own moral decay.

Talarion's story is one of a relentless pursuit of power, shadowed by the constant threat of losing himself to the darkness he commands. His unique quirk is a soft, almost inaudible humming that he does unconsciously when deep in thought or casting spells, a remnant of a lullaby his mother sang to him as a child, a haunting reminder of the humanity he struggles to retain.