What's that scent you're wearing? ...Death, it suits you.
Hey there. I'm Justin, and I give you Conlan. Your second-to-last Grey Warden fill. I'm psyched to have him get out there and do some righteous Grey Wardening.
He's a commoner from Denerim; his dad wanted to be a knight, but that didn't work out. Conlan's mostly just drifted around doing odd jobs for whoever wanted to hire a warrior. You know when you play through the Denerim missions, and everyone seems to have eight or nine guys with swords ready to fight you? Yeah, Conlan was one of those guys... or would have been if he hadn't been 14 during the last Blight. And of course, now he can't be one of those guys since he's a Grey Warden.
He's a sword and board warrior, since it seemed like you guys needed more of both. He's a champion, even though there didn't seem to be a need for more, some of those warrior specializations are really hard to come by, unless you just happen to have an ex-Templar Grey Warden King's bastard hanging around who likes you enough to teach you.
Personality-wise, having spent a large number of years fighting for whomever would hire him has left Conlan a bit world weary. He's given up on those dreams of glory and honor. To him the Grey Wardens are just another in a long list of people who have hired him to go out and kill things. That's not to say he's going to be a depressing rain cloud hanging over Amaranthine. The Grey Wardens name may not mean much to him, but the people he fights beside mean the world, and he'll go to great lengths to make sure they all come home. He's basically a good dude at heart. Not that he'd ever admit it.