She is the Inquisitor.

Tanned skin, blue eyes, a thin, slightly hooked nose and long black hair held up in intricate braids. Helena, second child of House Trevelyan, paragon of grace and virtue. She is her eldest brother's confidante and helps him navigate the waters of an arranged marriage and all that it entails. She admonishes her rowdy younger siblings from her mother's shadow. She beats her servants under her father's watchful eye. She recites the Chant with fervor every morning. She is the perfect noble daughter.

She is the Herald of Andraste, the chosen of the Bride of the Maker herself. Helena can feel it. She believes. Only she knew the true will of the Maker. Only she had the authority to decide life and death. Cullen understands. When criminals, knife-ears, and apostates are brought to bow before her throne, she shows no mercy. Afterwards she looks to her handsome Templar lover. He always nods. She is the sword of the Maker, and she will not yield.

She ensures that the rebellious mages are put in their place. The Templars are the soldiers of the Maker; she will not abandon them to aid abominations of nature. No apostate shall question the will of the Maker. No apostate shall see the light of day.

"Magic exists to serve man and never to rule him." She glares down at the trembling mage at her feet.

She is Andraste's chosen. She will not fail.