There is a magnificent Guild for homebrew, so I thought we should have guilds for other stuff to.  Introducing:  The backstory Guild!  Post your best Backstories here!

*If this goes well maybe I will make more guilds for other stuff.*

Luca.docx

My Kalashtar Druid Circle of stars.  I made Him a year and a half ago, when I started playing 5e. I'm not so proud of the backstory now, but I was really pleased when I made it, so I thought it deserved a mention.  You can find his character sheet (Level 20 cause I finished the epic campaign he was in) Here 

Darrow's Backstory.docx

A more recent backstory for my Horizon walker.

I once had a Tabaxi rogue who was an orphan and wanted to start a banana farm with his friend. I don’t have the character sheet so I can’t say the whole backstory but that’s the gist of it.

By the way Drummer your docx aren’t working.

At least for me they aren’t.

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By the way Drummer your docx aren’t working.

 What happens when you click on them?

Ooooooh! I like this idea.

Kelipso Lilywhite

Kelipso was born in the town of Rayxx. It was nestled in the mountains away from people. The town consisted of tieflings, dragonborns, and elves. Kelipso was born female and but felt male. His mother and father supported him through his life with this change. The town was attacked by tiefling fearing humans when kelipso was 19. Kelipso ran from the invaders and now ended up in a special tavern. He studies druidic magic and fights for nature with the alignment of Neutral Good. He is the Boyfriend of Jason, a murderous man who was trapped in a different dimension. He has Silver, a blind elf, as a friend. His beloved pet is a Neutral Good aligned Winter wolf named Gordon.

I'm going to just post them here:

That stone. The first thing I can remember. No matter how hard I try to look back further, I always end up back at that stone. It was smooth, but pointed at the top, and it glinted in the moonlight. I managed to take all that in before I tripped over it, head over heels, and into the lake. I began to sink. I couldn’t swim, and I felt strangely calm, so I didn’t splash or struggle. My vision began to blur as I was deprived of oxygen. I noticed spots in front of my eyes. the last thing I saw before I blacked out was the full moon staring down at me.

My eyes opened. I saw a strange grey creature with long tusks and a trunk (I later would name this an eleflump) In front of me, dragging me out of the water. The moon was still there. I blacked out again. Next thing I knew, I was being Shaked awake by a man with a long ginger beard, a big hat and a strong but caring face. Next to him was a lady who I guessed was his wife, who was holding a big towel, with which she rapped me up in to keep me warm.

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you,” said the lady. “What’s your name?”

“I,  I….  Don’t know,” I replied

“Don’t worry son,” Reassured the man. “Everything is going to be alright.”

Lucas first memory

 Luca Was taken back to their house and put in an armchair next to the fireplace. The woman, who he now knew as Elena, had a quick chat with Dan (the man) and decided that they were going to help him, at least until they could work out who he was and where his family were at. They also named him, as he couldn’t remember what his real name was. On the next day Luca became more accustomed to where he was and what was happening. He met Dan and Elena’s Daughter, June, who was 12 (at this point, Luca feels like he’s 15 or 16, but he’s not sure) and very energetic.  They all went back to the lake where Luca was found, to see If they could find anything that would shed light on who Luca was. Although they didn’t find anything of use, they did find a quart’s stone shaped just like what Luca claimed he saw pull him out of the water. An eleflump. Luca decided to keep it. Little Did he know that this stone was so much more than what meets the eye.

That Night he had a dream. But it was less of a dream and more of a vision.  He saw a spirit coming down from the moon, through the dark space around the stars, into our world and soaking into a boy who was slowly falling towards the deeps of the lake below him. The second Luca realised that that boy was him, he awoke and sat up in his be in the loft of the house, as if he’d had a nightmare.

Then he felt a relaxing emotion drift across his body, and his heart rate became gentler. It was if someone, or something, was trying to calm him down. And whatever it was was doing a good job of it. It was in his chest, but also in his pearl white hair, as it was all being moved around slightly, as if blown by a gentle wind. This sprit, which he now called his Quori, is always with him, and sometimes lets out its opinion by emitting an emotion.

Over the next few weeks, Luca learnt about the family business: Beekeeping. They made honey, and then sold It for gold pieces which they used to buy their everyday needs. Luca loved beekeeping. In fact, he loved it so much that it was the first thing that caused him to wild shape! He Was checking on the Beehives one day, when he found the biggest store of honey he’d ever seen! And then, literally as he reached the most excited, he had ever been, he transformed into a dragon. Only joking, he transformed into a bee. Even though he was only a bee for a second, and no one saw him change, Dan did see him change back to a human. One second there were just bees, the next Luca was standing there. Luca was shocked, but surprisingly his first thought was to make sure Dan didn’t think he was a freak. So, he ran over to him and put his hand on his shoulder, and without meaning to casted cure wounds on him. Although this didn’t really do anything as Dan wasn’t hurt, he does claim that from that point onwards he felt 10 years younger. They all had a family chat and decided that they excepted Luca as he was. But there was to be no wild shaping or magic in the house, he could do that on the big hill nearby. So, every evening Luca went up the hill and practised his wild shaping and spells. A few weeks later, whilst on top of the hill, the moon was shining bright, and there in the long grass was a magnificent, blue-feathered pen. He knew that Elena was the only one around who knew how to read and write, so he asked her if she would teach him. Elena was happy to, and Luca picked it up quickly. It turned out that though Luca wasn’t the best at speaking out loud, he was Incredible when it came to writing on paper.

Years past, and on Luca’s 18 birthday (at least he thought it was his 18)  he encountered a girl on top of his hill.  She said that she was on a journey with her family, and Luca told her about how he lived here with his family. This girl introduced him to lots of things he’d never seen before, like different coloured inks for his pen, Great novels and legends about three heroes called Carthic Aldoran and Elvalor, and even hot chocolate! She also told him about the University she’d been at before she left: the great U.K.C.M.   Lastly, just before she left, she gave him a small piece of card with a strange symbol on it and said, “if you ever wanted to go to the U.K.C.M., just give them that and It should guarantee you a place.” Then she was gone. It was then that he decided that he wanted to explore the world and meet new people, so he would join the university, and one week later his bags were packed, he said his farewells to his family, promising to write to them and visit often, and was gone.   

That's my Kalashtar Druid Circle of stars.  I made Him a year and a half ago, when I started playing 5e. I'm not so proud of the backstory now, but I was really pleased when I made it, so I thought it deserved a mention.  You can find his character sheet (Level 20 cause I finished the epic campaign he was in) Here 

I remember the nights when I was young. When mother would whisper stories into my ear as I fell asleep. Before she was taken.  She would tell me stories of places she’d been, of things she’d done. Stories of 3 heroes, and of the Horizon Walker.  Tales of great evil, and of great good.   “It’s not about light or dark Darrow, it’s about how you use it,”  Would always be the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.

One day, I must have been about 9 or 10, Mother was late.  She would always leave at sunrise to go on one of her adventures, (It was really just foraging, but she called it an adventure)   And she always came back at sunset.  But not on this day. It was summer, so sunset came later in the evening anyway. But even when the sun was fully behind the horizon, mother had still not returned.  Father let me and my twin sister, Bella, stay up, as long as we helped keep the big fire going so mother could see where home was.  It wasn’t until past midnight that she came back. She stalked through the trees towards us, bow drawn, aiming at the sky. I’d never seen her draw her bow before, as father always did the hunting.  As she got nearer to us, she moved faster. She went over and whispered something to father, and father immediately pulled out his shot gun and aimed at the sky. At this point I was terrified. So was Bella. Mother could tell how scared we were and walked over to us. She bent down and looked us in the eyes.  “I’m going to tell you a story,” I remember she said.

 “There once was a woman, a woman who was very curious. She had a son and a daughter to look after, but she also wanted to explore. She would go on trips in the surrounding lands, and always be blessed with two amazing children to come back and tell her stories too.  She hoped that one day, when they were older, they too could come on her adventures.  But one day this woman became too curious. She went on a long journey north, through the great Northern Forest, to what lies beyond. She found many things, but the most spectacular was a sparkling waterfall, which flowed off the edge of a magnificent cliff.  But this place wasn’t for her to see.  As she turned to leave, to go home and tell her children stories of this place, a machine loomed above her. A flying golden balloon with a giant golden carriage hanging on the bottom of it.  (*An Airship*)  A loud man’s voice came from it. He told the woman that he and his people were golds, and that she must surrender or be killed.  But she didn’t want to go with these men. She didn’t want to leave her family. So, she ran. She ran and ran, back through the great northern Forest, back through the open fields, back into the small forest where her house was, all the while these gold men chasing her.  That woman was me.”

The air around us began to shake. A massive machine of gold hovered above us, completely silent. Men in Armor that made it look as if they were made of gold came floating down, not making a sound. Father shot at them. Me and Bella through stones at them, but no matter how hard we tried, nothing hurt them. They pushed us a side,  grabbed mother, and were gone.

“Race you!”  I hear my sisters voice call from a little way off in the woods. I see her start Running west, towards the islands.  We race between the trees, dodging branches and leaping over logs. I’m right on her tail but can’t seem to gain enough speed to overtake.

“Catch me if you can!”

I chuck a pinecone at her for saying that, and almost drop the pheasant we just caught. She kicks some twigs back at me. We laugh.

A few seconds later we have to stop, or else we’ll run of the shield, the massive cliff that keeps the ocean beyond at bay.  We sit down on the mossy ground and admire the view. Thousands of islands dot the sea near the coast where the Arora River flows into the ocean. Most aren’t even as big as your average field, but some are huge.  Like the island Monteanna.  (Mon-tee-ana)   It’s a perfect circle, with a diameter of 11 miles, and a magnificent hill in the middle of it. On top of this hill sits the Horizon walker museum, which holds all of our sacred warrior’s trophies of war.  It is also rumoured that its where the new Horizon walker is trained every time the previous one dies and moves onto the vale.  The sun, which had previously been hiding behind the museum, rises over the top and showers us in sunlight.  A few decades back, Luca, a legendary hero, came here. He spoke with a god,  summoned a blue Dragon, and left his diary in our museum. He said that this was the most beautiful d he had ever seen.

“Do you think the gold people will come back?”  Asks Bella. She has her rust red hair tied back in a braid along her back, and her face, which was smiling just moments ago, is now deep in thought. “Come back for us like they did for mum.”

“No, they won’t.” I reply as I put my arm around her.

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because, if they wanted us, they would have taken us 10 years ago, when they took mum.  Plus, mum did something out of the ordinary, so as long as we don’t go two far north, we’ll be fine.”

As we walk back, I see Arty the fox. Arty is short for Artemis.  He has orange and white fur, but his ears are copper, and he has eyes that are chestnut brown. We only see him rarely, but we know he follows me around. He’s a sign of good luck, for hunting and other things.  He makes me smile.

Days go past, and life continues as normal. One night, a few weeks later, me, dad and Bella are sitting outside, watching the sunset, engrossed in a conversation about cloud formations.  We talk for hours, until Bella lets out a yawn we knew she was trying to keep in, and we decide it’s time for bed.  But when I stand up, a ray of light from the sun makes me close my eyes and step to the side. There the sun is, sitting firmly on the Horizon.

“Why hasn’t the sun set yet?”  I ask my father, a hint of worry in my voice.

Father stands up and sees the sun. He looks sad, then happy, then determined.

“Follow me,” he says in a calm voice. He runs toward the Shield, and we follow him.

“What is this?” Bella asks.

“It means the Horizon walker has died,” Replies Father.

We reach the edge of the cliff, and see the museum is very busy.  Father Rubs his boots, and he begins to hover.

“What are They?” I point at his footwear.

“Something I managed to retrieve from the night when the golds took your mother,” he answers. He grabs both our hands.  “Hold on tight.”

He jumps high into the air, carrying me and Bella with him. We fly over the sea, past hundreds of islands, and land in front of the museum.  At this point this is the most dramatic, Amazing and terrifying thing that has happened to me. We run into the museum and stop at the front desk.

“I want to apply my son and daughter for the role as Horizon walker.”

“Application confirmed, you got the last two places.”  Comes the reply from the woman behind the desk.

Father lets out a sigh of relief.

The next year consists of intense martial and mental training. I make friends with my one-on-one combat trainer: Mr Carl swiftfoot. He looks around 70, but he moves like he’s 20. He has pale grey skin, and a gentle face that goes serious quickly when you do something you shouldn’t.  I also meet the other three people contesting me for the title of Horizon walker.

Now we wait… Wait to see who is to be the Horizon walker.

That's a more recent backstory for my Horizon walker.

posting so I can come back to this :)

Stage 1: The seed is sown

There once was a city called Rotford. It was known as the "city of innovation," the birthplace of some of the most advanced magical and scientific discoveries. But it had a problem. The people who built the city believed that people wouldn't do anything to help each other without the proper motivation. So they developed a caste system.

At the top were the Lords and Ladies of Rotford. They had no restrictions on what they could do. They had unchecked wealth and power, but from the towers they watched the world from, they quickly became bored of their tiny world and the pathetic squirming crowd below them.

Just below them were the Scholars of Rotford. They had a chance at joining the Lords and Ladies above, but only if they came up with a brilliant innovation. So they worked tirelessly to come up with something to wow their fellows above them.

Below them were the Citizens of Rotford. Unlike the layers above them, the Citizens were barely educated. At least, not in magic or science. As the first line of defense, they had to prove themselves unkillable in battle if they ever wanted to ascend to the Scholar class.

Yet below them were the Untouchables. Working with death and filth, there was no chance of ascension for them. They were given no education, so they had to steal from their "betters."

Stage 2: The seed sprouts

One day, the Untouchables had had enough. Using the necromancy they had learned from their stolen books and close association with death, they created horrific abominations that only they could stop. They threatened to let them run amok if the situation didn't change. But the Lords and Ladies, disgusted that a bunch of living waste was threatening them, but nothing they did could stop the undead. But instead of conceding, they turned to something... beyond.

What they called upon were horrors that rivaled even the strongest undead: star spawn. The creatures of the void. The aberrations didn't ask why they were called, nor did they care. They simply wanted to make way for their masters. And the undead were in the way.

Stage 3: The sprout buds

The violence between the undead and the star spawn started off small. First, they sent soldiers. Grues and manglers fought zombies, skeletons, and shadows. Then, they sent their warriors. Hulks and seers versus wraiths, wights, and ghasts. Then they sent their strongest. Liches and Nightwalkers versus Emissaries.

The people were terrified. The violence seemed like it would never stop escalating. Paranoia grew, as anyone could be enthralled or possessed by either side. Eventually, that paranoia ended the war.

Stage 4: The bud blooms

The people were stretched to their limit. The gods wouldn't answer, neither side of the war cared about the harm they were causing, and no one was willing to help each other. It was bound to happen eventually. The snap.

The bloodshed. The horror. Families tore each other apart, tooth and nail. No one was spared. It didn't matter how well they hid or how well they fought, they all died screaming for some god of love or mercy to smile down upon them. There were no gods. Only madness. Only pain.

Stage 5: The flower spreads its seeds

Something took form from that violence. Something that had been waiting for a perfect shape since the beginning of life itself. The collective of millennia of dark, forgotten spaces, twisted desires, and immense fear. It was... the Egregore.

• Ender's family lived in a small village, in the warzone between Rilona and Kalocose. Rilona's army was beaten back, and the Kalocosen army was advancing. They soon occupied the town, and the looting began. Soldiers barged into houses, grabbed all the food in the village, and used their houses as barracks. They shoved the villagers into mean shacks and lived in inhuman conditions. Any who resisted died. Ender's family decided to fight back. But they knew they stood no chance. So they decided to go to the hag in the woods for help. And the old hag said to them, "I know of a way. But it will cost dearly, but not in gold." They said that they were ready to accept the cost. The old hag performed dark magic and turned them into werewolves. As werewolves, they resisted fiercely, killing many soldiers. After the general counted the casualties, he unoccupied the town. Every now and then a general would try and conquer the village, but every time they failed. Then, all of a sudden, the soldiers were gone. The war had ended. The werewolf family was accepted as fellow villages, since, at the beginning of the war, the werewolves had joined the Order of the Lycan, and controlled their fierceness. But men forget. Soon they were shunned, and people talked behind their backs. But they were afraid, and they did nothing. Generation after generation, the suspicion grew. But the werewolf blood started petering out. They weren't fully fledged werewolves any longer, but shifters. One day, as Father sat on their porch, smoking his pipe, Ender played with a mastiff in front of the house. Mother was inside, cleaning dishes, with her eight-year-old daughter was cleaning with her. Soon, the day changed to twilight, and Father stood up, about to call Ender in, but the words died in his throat. A werewolf loped through the trees, right at Ender. Ender screamed and ran for his father.
  Father grabbed a broom, but could not stop the werewolf in time as it bit Ender in the back. Father struck the werewolf, and it growled, grabbed the spear, and break it. Father was petrified. Mother was running out of the house with a long, jagged piece of metal. The werewolf then leapt and bit Father, and Father started turning hairy and howled in pain. Mother stabbed the piece of metal into the back of the werewolf's head, killing it. Father, now a werewolf, ran at Mother and ripped her apart. Ender lay on the ground, sobbing. The fourteen-year-old felt lifted off the ground, and found himself face to face, with his father. Father raised his free hand and brought it down, slashing Ender over his eye. He screamed and stabbed his father in the eye with a splinter of wood. The werewolf fell to the ground, dead. Ender was vaguely aware of screaming and crying in the house. He knew it was his sister, but he also felt himself changing into a werewolf. So he grabbed a stone and knocked himself out. A few hours later he woke up and saw his sister crying next to Mother's body. Quickly, he grabbed his sister and towed her into the house. Even though they were far from the town and in the woods, he knew they would soon find out. He packed his necessities and his sister's and prepared to leave. The townsfolk would kill them at the slightest hint that Ender and his sister had contracted lycanthropy. Warm blood trickled down his back. The dawn was turning into the morning when he heard angry and fearful villagers gathering outside their house. The siblings had not been fast enough. Men threw stones through the windows and hammered on the door. Soon they broke down the door and swarmed in.
  Ender grabbed his sister and bolted for the door. Somehow, he felt stronger and faster than ever before. Townsfolk had gathered outside with pitchforks. They jabbed at them, and one struck the sister in the back of the neck bringing her down. Angry, and feeling like a coward, Ender sped away, leaving her dying form behind. The curse soon got worse. Ender had lived in the wilderness for a few weeks, and when it was a full moon, he transformed and killed someone. A hunter, who had met him in the night. Month after month passed, and the bodies kept piling up. Soon the king of Rilona had put a 1,000 gold bounty on his head. Powerful adventurers came piling in, trying to kill Ender. He escaped death narrowly many times. After a few weeks, he fled out of Rilona and into Kalocose. Soon he killed someone, but this was not an accident. A man had mocked him in an inn, and soon half the village was laughing at him. A ranger had come tracking him from Rilona and caught him in the woods. A fierce fight ensued, and the ranger had the upper hand until it was night. Even after killing that man, Ender was unwilling to kill a woman who was trying to deliver justice. So he hit his head on a tree before he turned into a werewolf. Ender woke in a makeshift shack of branches, with the ranger over him. He felt his hands tied with rope. She soon told him that she was taking him to the Order of the Lycan. "But why? I have killed so many people..." "Because they can teach you how to control the urge." "Still, I deserve death for what I have done. Why do you do this?" She sighed and grabbed an amulet from under her armour. "I am part of a people who believe that people deserve a second chance, and they can change. We help them change."
  So she takes Ender to one of the Order of the Lycan's few bases. She hands him over to the hard-bitten, but kindly man who trains cadets. For the first time in his life, he is accepted. Everyone in the Order of the Lycan has had a story as bad as his, or worse. As the good ranger leaves, he asks her name. Her name is Emily. (The mother of Elly). So he trains. Years pass. Ender becomes one of the most powerful blood hunters. One day, when the leader of the Order died, they offered the title, but he refused, saying. "A leader is one who knows the way, goes the way and shows the way. I have the first two, but I am severely lacking in the last one. I may be wise, I may be powerful, but I cannot convince. A leader must be loved. He must be charismatic. I am not." (High Wis right there) Ender continues as he always has. But, when in the Empire of Triskel, in Elysia, he sees four young men. A huge Earth Genasi, some cleric, a guy with a rapier, and a man with a pike towering over his shoulder. He followed them. The pike man soon broke off from the rest. Ender felt something evil from that man. So he shadowed him, into a giant library, where he heard, with his enhanced ears, the man talking with some evil entity. After listening in, he knocked Omar out. After dealing the damage, he branded Omar with the Brand of Castigation, allowing him to know his general location of Omar. After that, he carried Omar to the nearest Lycan base. Ender then forced some answers out of Omar. Satisfied, he, through the Order's connections, was able to contact a powerful wizard who kept his mouth shut. The wizard cast Modify Memory and made Omar forget everything about Ender and his kidnapping.
  Ender, after setting Omar loose, followed him when Omar met up with Soren, Iah and Luca. He kept his distance, reluctant to join because of his mistrust of clerics and divine beings. The four men then got into a strange metal bird, with the words Nightwing painted on his side. Before Ender could do anything, he heard whistling from the inside, and the Nightwing was flying. With his Brand of Castigation, he followed them on foot. But, on the second day, he felt that his Brand was in the presence of great evil. And his Brand was snuffed out. Now, with the Brand gone, he searches for Soren, Iah, Luca, and Omar.
   

My character after my other character, Soren the Earth Genasi barbarian, died!

*I really need to post here sometime...* 

*If you ever want to share a backstory...*