Being born in the Adhice family with the least aptitude for magic brought the disdain of elvish tradition on Faelar from an early age. This social pressure pushed Faelar away from his immediate family, and into the sparring grounds of his uncle. Trained under the sword, Faelar brought what little magical affects he knew to combine it with the sword skills to become a somewhat adept spellsword. But even with some combat capabilities his father still did not see any worth in this handicap.
Leaving his household, Faelar took to the adventuring life to show his family what he is capable of, while walking the line between upholding his noble lineage and all of it's benefits, or relating to the common man, to show that he is more than just a pretentious socialite with a sword.
Meeting up with fellow heroes to be Faelar accomplished some heroic feets in his life. He impeded a plot to awaken a Unknown from its slumber and saved the triton town of Serenity. Took back a hidden manor from the grasp of a vampire in Festilholme; and soon after held some parts of the city of Ferelden intact during the Spacial Siege. This streak of heroism would come to a bitter end with their venture into the Morrasai Islands.
With unfettered haste, Faelar lead his party to investigate the isles under a misguided premonition that something dangerous was to awaken sooner than anyone would think. This same haste lead to the party being swindled out of almost all of their equipment, stranded in the open ocean, and on the trail of revenge of a haughty pirate. Steadfast in his own beliefs, Faelar put the mission above all else, including new potential allies, chances for preparation, and even the hidden ailments afflicting his supposed friends. With each decision he made to move closer to his mission, he would lose the trust of allies and become more and more paranoid. This paranoia combined with his unflinching standards, new found unsocial outlook, and secretive dealings to create the perfect storm of isolation and mistrust of even his own companions. It was only after the blunt intervention of a tricks-y pixie Nephyrim had he even begun to look away from his objectives and time limits and at the people he had surrounded himself with. But all was too late. He stayed mired in his beliefs and did not give assistance to a party member when they had taken a deal from a smuggler on Unknownand ended up failing their end of the bargain. His incapability to help or lead the party lead them to be hunted by the forces of a seafaring mafia, and systematically taken out by bounty hunters.
Driven into a corner by a tactical magic user, a coliseum champion, and the self deluded beliefs of this high class noble; Faelar thought he could get out of this tribulation by relying on the standards and honor of nobility. Cutting a deal with the magic user, he misjudged his newly made contract as a bulwark against the still ready forces that had just let him go with the bodies of his "friends". As he left, he uttered one sentence of a threat in the name of the Adhice family. This final nail in the coffin was delivered by the hammer of a flintlock pistol to his back.
And So. the tale of Faelar Adhice ended, not on the glorious battle field, nor in the home and hold of loved ones. But with a bullet in his back on the hard stone floor of a constantly moving floating black market. By denouncing the inputs of his allies he failed to see how much his party saw him as the leader. By holding on to shallow impressions and dismissive conclusions he failed to see past any defensive walls a person could hold, and assumed that no one could do better. By manipulating his "friends" to reach his own ends, he broke the trust of the people closest to him. And finally, by falling back on the misplaced arrogance of his nobility, a trait that at one point he would deny vehemently, he fell to the cold, calculated clang of metal, tearing through his back and silencing the already dull thudding of his heart.