Aermas wrote...
How can someone take 10 hits to go down & wearing lace be equal to someone taking 10 hits to go down & wearing Chain Maille?
My understanding while playing DA:O (and from what I understand about DA2) is that a character who is wearing chainmail will take considerably more hits before dying than a character (with the same number of hitpoints) wearing nothing. However, depending on the stat distribution, weapon proficiencies, and general character build, the one wearing nothing (a mage or ranged attacker of some kind, say) might take 3 hits over the course of a battle and still live, while the person wearing mail (who waded into the middle of a horde of enemies and drew more than half the enemy ranged fire) might take 20 hits and die over the course of the same battle. It's also true that the less armor, the more damage per hit. And all of this is
might: your tank could live and your rouge could die every battle. This actually says more about your personal gameplay style than armor effectiveness. Playing as a rouge, I rarely even come close to dying (and I'm a dual-weilding charge-into-the-fray kind of rouge, not an archer), yet I find Sten useless because he dies every battle no matter how much metal I pile on him (same for Alistar actually, but I like the sheild abilities more than the two-handed). Maybe I'm playing "wrong" in that there's a way to utilize heavily armed companions better than I do (not actually a maybe, there has to be a way to do it better than I do) but again, that's how I play the game, not how the game functions independantly of my choices.
Specifically about Isabella's outfit -- it makes sense that her character would choose aesthetic qualities over combat functionality. She's a sexy chick who uses sex to get what she wants, so she dresses provacatively. Imagine this;
Hawke: Isabella, you look ridiculous/you're taking too much damage in fights/looking at you makes me cold/shaving your legs to the tops of your thighs every night is slowing down our progress. Put this armor on.
Isabella: **** you. I'll pick out my own clothes, thanks.