You were an innocent soul surrounded by everything and everyone you loved. Many adored you, many cared about you, many wanted to see you succeed and many just plainly wanted to see you. You trusted that they will always see the good in you but it seems that your trust was not enough. In just one unfortunate occasion, everything that you thought should've been shared with the people you loved, is now yours and only yours to cherish...alone.
During your coming of age, the celebration that was to be the best you've experience yet turned into horror when your dancing inadvertently became a spell. Everyone around you looked in terror as raw magic sparked from your whole body engulfing the air around your body and twisting them into a surge of power. A scream erupts from the crowd as several people fall unconscious, others vomit and others experience sudden pain. Once you've realized the commotion you have caused, you immediately freeze in position causing the magic filled air to cease too. Slowly, the terrified faces of the people you thought trusted you twisted into a mixture of fear and rage.
"Demon!"
Your mind spiraled as several people took you by the arm and forcefully drag you out of your own home. As soon as your mind snaps back to reality, you immediately explain your innocence. You shout for help from the people closest to you but it seems that fear has absolutely consumed their minds. They tie your hands and legs together and stare blankly while you cried out for help. The ones in front are visibly resolved on punishing you while the ones who seem confused in the back are too frightened to move a muscle. Sweat drips from your forehead as you close your eyes and repeatedly tell yourself that this is only a bad joke. However, your sensations are soon awakened by a creeping pain coming from your soles. You panic and open your eyes only to see flames licking at your bare feet. You immediately cry out but only see people standing idly watching the fire slowly creep up your body. The pain is excruciating. It feels like your heart is about to burst out of your chest and your mind threatens to explode. You feel the heat start to engulf your body when suddenly, you feel a cold and comforting sensation at the back of you neck. It is too soothing that instead of crying out, you are soon lulled to a peaceful slumber. A faint whistling sound tickling your ears.
You snap back awake to see the whole area being ravaged by a large surging wave of power. Screams of people reach your ears and you realize that your feet aren't touching the ground anymore. Your restraints have been broken and you are floating inches from the ground. Then you see it again, the faint glow in the air coming from your body. You fall back to the ground in panic as you see children crying and adults struggling to run for their lives from the devastating surge of raw magic. It chases anything it sees like a beast, destroying everything in it's wake. You are dumbstruck from the scene. However, you see a few people running towards your direction, their faces a mixture of fright and courage. Your heart lightens as you see one of them appear to hold out an arm towards. Then that arm suddenly clamps down your throat. Then another one of them approaches you.
*SLAM!*
What you thought was a helping a hand, became a blunt trauma to your chest. You roll down the soil and recoil from the pain. However, you muster enough force to pull yourself back up and run. Your eyes start to wet with tears as you run full speed into the tree line never bothering to look back.
From that day on, you have been on your own. No permanent place to call home, no people to call friends but a lot of individuals to call enemies. You fear the growing magical power inside you so you decide to hone your physical skills instead. However, you can't deny it, fate has given you the gift of magic but how could something called a gift be devastating enough to look like a curse...
- Skill Proficiencies: You have an uncanny mastery in the art of Intimidation and Perception. Two optional skills include Animal Handling and Survival.
- Tool Proficiencies: You enjoy the art of woodcarving and painting.
- Languages: You used to only speak common but lately, your encounter with races outside the human population has left you with a better understanding of the Elvish, Giant, Gnomish, Goblin and Infernal languages
- Equipment: You have your trusty hand axe and leather armor to rely on if you really don't have anything.
It's been a hard life living all those years in miserable isolation. However, in misery you seem to have found strength, both physically and mentally. You no longer fear rejection nor shame. You now value freedom, solidarity and art. Even though you're enjoying the fruits of isolation today, you still consider the possibility of establishing connections in the unforeseen future. No matter the odds, you know you will prevail, with or without anyone's help.
| d6 | An Exile's Resolve |
|---|---|
| 1 | Hardened Grit |
| 2 | Free Will |
| 3 | Forgive not Forget |
| 4 | New Beginnings |
| 5 | Room for Reconciliation |
| 6 | Rough Start |
No matter how good your actions are and no matter how people call it heroic or kind, you just can't find the will in your soul to agree. You seem to be affixed to the fact that no amount of good-natured actions will ever be worthy of labeling you as a hero. Still, you strive to do good even if you sometimes can't help but to act and rude and ignorant. You have that goodness in your mind and soul but being a hero is a far different matter to you. One that you refuse to accept as a part of your everyday life.
Suggested Characteristics
If only none of those tragic occurrences had happened, you might have had a more well-defined and good-natured pool of personalities. Alas, your persona is now in disarray. It spans the curve of kindness in denial or total loathing to all who wronged you. Worry not, for a chaotic set of characteristics might add some tenacity on your life, tenacity that would ensure no one, nobody and nothing ever betrays your trust again.
| d7 | Personality Trait |
|---|---|
| 1 | Whenever I see another one of my kind, my skin begins to itch and a seething rage silently boils deep inside me. |
| 2 | I promised myself that everything I do, I'd do it only for me from now on. However lately, I've found myself subtly helping others just to sate my conscience. |
| 3 | There's a growing fear in my heart. I think the growing power within me has intensified my fear of losing myself. |
| 4 | I promised that it'd be the last, but when did sympathy became so intoxicating even to the most broken of hearts. |
| 5 | The whole fiasco I experienced with those specters has given me a new capability in life. I seem to have mastered the art of ignoring just about everything around me, may they be a foul-mouthed idiot or a lowly helpless vagrant. |
| 6 | Day by day, I feel a growing numbness in my soul. I don't know if I should fear or welcome it. Only time will tell. |
| 7 | I find nature much more warming than the company of my kind. After all, a tree will never hurt you for being a magically gifted being. Well they won't, most of the time. |
| d5 | Ideal |
|---|---|
| 1 | Redemption. If there's anything I could do to save my already stained reputation, I'd do it but this time, it's not for them. It's for me. (Lawful) |
| 2 | Vengeance. I wouldn't have wanted to resort to this but if making those who wronged me suffer is the only way to make me sleep at night, then so be it. (Lawful Evil) |
| 3 | Maturity. What happened years ago is behind me. I will not wish them a good life but I will not cast them a life suffering too. I'll be going my own way now away from this stained memory. (Neutral) |
| 4 | Power. I was shunned because of my gift but now that I live for my own, I am free to cultivate it. Only time can tell if this power of mine shall yield greatness or fear. (Any) |
| 5 | Unconditional Love. I believe that there's still someone out there who wished I didn't suffer that blasted fate. I shall work hard to become a hero and one day go home to where my heart is. (Good) |
| d4 | Bond |
|---|---|
| 1 | I have thrown any semblance of connection I had with the people from my past. The memories of the new me has no place for them anymore. |
| 2 | Despite the pain of continuously going back to the place where my scars came from, I have to, daily. For that's the only way I can keep eye on the people I still love. |
| 3 | This magic, I understand that it wanted to protect me not brand me evil. Maybe it's the only thing left in the world which understands me. |
| 4 | Everyday, I find myself in strange encounters with wildlife. Some are ferocious, some are shy and some, I know, are just trying to get by their daily lives. |
| d5 | Flaw |
|---|---|
| 1 | I am constantly cautious around others. No matter how I deny my power, it is evident that my capabilities pose a greater threat to them than I can imagine. |
| 2 | Trust is an ancient thought I buried ages ago. I will keep you close if the moment says it, but I will still carve your heart out of your body it if need be. |
| 3 | The world is slowly becoming an afterlife for me. The people I see everyday slowly becoming specters. I know that one day I'll cease to consider their existence. Maybe then I'll finally learn to fully live for myself. |
| 4 | If only I were normal, then this anger would also be deemed normal, but no. I find myself losing control over my actions when the slightest tinge of rage infiltrates my emotions. It's not the anger that I am afraid of me, its what I can do when I'm angry. |
| 5 | If I can, I will sell my assistance. It's hard to find money these days and it's far harder to find people you can trust. So I guess a few gold can ease my growing apprehension from people who request my help. |
You've been abandoned by the people you thought would accept you for who you are. You feel so much anguish. However, this anguish soon turned to despair and from that despair grew rage. This rage has become a part of your daily life of misery and soon, it consumes your heart and mind to the point that the redemption you once sought has now become vengeance. You don't want to go back and prove that what you said about your innocence was true, you are going back to prove that what everyone thought you were has now become the truth.
They thought you were evil, so you are now.
They thought you were a monster, so you became one.
They thought you were the demon, and they were right.
Your sense of justice and empathy has already gone through the window. There's only little room for forgiveness in your heart, not that it matters because you are certain you have no more forgiveness to give. The only thing keeping you driven to see your plans through is the thought of seeing those who hurt you, who abandoned you, who loathed you and shamed you on their knees. You want to see them slowly bleed and beg. You want to taste their raw suffering and as they creep on the soil just like you did, you'll just stare at them with an empty gaze. Everyone might call you a monster, a demon, or an abomination but you don't care anymore. All you know is that somewhere at the back of your head, there used to be an innocent soul who cherished companionship, that is until the back of your head was slammed by a hard blunt object with an intent to kill.
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