As you sleep, you dream of beautiful shores with sand a white as a summer cloud and a sunset as colorful as an artist's pallet. You look to your right, the ocean. You look to your left, a familiar face, though one with no name or meaning. You are comforted only briefly before beginning to panic as you cannot remember who this person is or why they hold you. The sky blackens. Dark clouds enclose all around and a fog approaches. The friendly face is frightened and quickly fades deep into the fog. You are cold, freezing even as a storm encloses you. You begin screaming, crying out for help, but no sound comes out. You retreat into your own body, trying to find some shelter in your fetal form. Covering your head and praying for the storm to go away, you panic. Breathing in and out faster and faster until you take in one last breath. You pause. The rain is not pelting you. You are suddenly no longer cold. You wake up to find yourself in a dungeon. There is another of your kind lying dead on the ground, familiar, but again, nameless. You turn and looking at you are six completely strange faces, creatures you have never seen before.
Have I awaken? Or is this the dream?
- Skill Proficiencies: You don't know how, or why, but some things come easier than others... (Pick any two skill proficiencies)
- Tool Proficiencies: Walking through the strange city you've awaken in, you come across a general store selling various tool kits. You naturally gravitate towards one. (Choose one tool kit proficiency)
- Languages: Your native tongue is one which no one else understands, but you do know it's name: Targunian. You are also an illiterate speaker of common, although you don't know how you speak the language
- Equipment: You awake in fine beige clothes which are covered by an elegant armored vest and chaps. A green and gold sash adorns your chest. You instinctively reach down to see what are in your pockets. You find a fine dagger, a fine weapon of your choosing, a pouch with 50 gp, and a note addressed to a name you don't quite recognize.
You are troubled by a recurring nightmare, the one which you awoke to before meeting the party. The familiar face which drifts off, helpless. The beach with the impeccable sands. The storm which ruins it all. You would do anything to find out what it all means. Motivated by the absence of an identity, you join the party in hopes of discovering who you are, and who you were.
Suggested Characteristics
You may not know who you were, but you maybe be able to learn who you are.
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