I'm very proud of this backstory because it's not a sad one, nothing wrong with sad backstories I just prefer not to make them.
If anyone has any comments I would love to hear them!
No one quite knew where the bard Darcie Hayway was from. To the people of the north she would say she was from the south and to the people of the south, the north.
But she knew.
She grew up on a small farm, out in the vast nowhere. Her father plowed the land and her mother sewed. The only people who came around were to pick up the hay and bring it out of the vast nowhere and into another world.
No one came around until him.
He, with the blue eyes and blonde hair, was strolling by the farm while whistling a tune. Darcie, as brave as a 12-year-old could be, Belted from the porch.
“Hey you!”
The man stopped whistling and gazed at her.
“Yes?”
Darcie sprinted down the steps of the porch and down the path leading to the road. She halted a few feet away.
“Who are you?”
“Who am I? Why should I tell you little girl?” His lips curled into a smirk.
“Because I won’t tell you mine until I know yours! It’s not lady like.” She smirked right back.
The man let out a laugh “Fine then, I’m John the bard. And you are?”
She broke into a smile “I’m Darcie! Want to stay for dinner?”
~
At first Mr. Hayman was highly against the bard staying for dinner, but he could never say no to Darcie when she cried. After the meal, John sang a song and his played guitar to thank them for the food.
Darcie, from the moment the first notes were played, was enthralled in the art. The way his fingers swept across the instrument. The feeling that was put into his voice as he sang. She soaked in every aspect of it, never blinking for she might miss something. He finished his song of thanks with a smile.
“How was it little Darcie”
She could only say one thing.
“Teach me!”
~
That night turned into two weeks. In the mornings, John would help Mr. Hayman with things around the house, Patching the roof, Painting the porch, fixing the door, odd jobs to earn his stay. But in the afternoons, he would teach Darcie how to sing and play.
Singing came naturally to the young girl and it was beautiful singing at that. Guitar however, was much trickier. Her fingers would land just a second too late. This frustrated her to no end.
“Don’t give up.” John would tell her, “Never give up. There is magic in you, just as in me, and your magic will manifest itself through music.”
I love this concept! Is Darcie going to be mainly a singing sort of bard, who stumbles when trying to use instruments, or will she eventually learn to play the guitar in tune as well? It sounds like a very interesting character flaw
I'm very proud of this backstory because it's not a sad one, nothing wrong with sad backstories I just prefer not to make them.
If anyone has any comments I would love to hear them!
No one quite knew where the bard Darcie Hayway was from. To the people of the north she would say she was from the south and to the people of the south, the north.
But she knew.
She grew up on a small farm, out in the vast nowhere. Her father plowed the land and her mother sewed. The only people who came around were to pick up the hay and bring it out of the vast nowhere and into another world.
No one came around until him.
He, with the blue eyes and blonde hair, was strolling by the farm while whistling a tune. Darcie, as brave as a 12-year-old could be, Belted from the porch.
“Hey you!”
The man stopped whistling and gazed at her.
“Yes?”
Darcie sprinted down the steps of the porch and down the path leading to the road. She halted a few feet away.
“Who are you?”
“Who am I? Why should I tell you little girl?” His lips curled into a smirk.
“Because I won’t tell you mine until I know yours! It’s not lady like.” She smirked right back.
The man let out a laugh “Fine then, I’m John the bard. And you are?”
She broke into a smile “I’m Darcie! Want to stay for dinner?”
~
At first Mr. Hayman was highly against the bard staying for dinner, but he could never say no to Darcie when she cried. After the meal, John sang a song and his played guitar to thank them for the food.
Darcie, from the moment the first notes were played, was enthralled in the art. The way his fingers swept across the instrument. The feeling that was put into his voice as he sang. She soaked in every aspect of it, never blinking for she might miss something. He finished his song of thanks with a smile.
“How was it little Darcie”
She could only say one thing.
“Teach me!”
~
That night turned into two weeks. In the mornings, John would help Mr. Hayman with things around the house, Patching the roof, Painting the porch, fixing the door, odd jobs to earn his stay. But in the afternoons, he would teach Darcie how to sing and play.
Singing came naturally to the young girl and it was beautiful singing at that. Guitar however, was much trickier. Her fingers would land just a second too late. This frustrated her to no end.
“Don’t give up.” John would tell her, “Never give up. There is magic in you, just as in me, and your magic will manifest itself through music.”
Newbie GM | Mathsquad | Current Jam
I love this concept! Is Darcie going to be mainly a singing sort of bard, who stumbles when trying to use instruments, or will she eventually learn to play the guitar in tune as well? It sounds like a very interesting character flaw
- The Mad Hatter
That would be a funny flaw!
I think the game is going on youtube so I will be playing the guitar irl so messing up is a given haha!
Newbie GM | Mathsquad | Current Jam
Great story much better than typical sad ones, love the possible character flaw as well :)