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It sounds lie you already have a backstory. Outsiders attacked her village. She worked hard to save them. Now she's seeking revenge for her village, and she doesn't trust outsiders.
Hello I rolled a wood elf druid with the outlander background and her traits are she once ran 25 miles without stopping to warn her clan of an approaching orc horde, and she'd do it again if she had to. And her bond is she will bring terrible wrath down on the evildoers who destroyed her homeland. And I made her flaw she is slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies. But I don't know how to make her backstory based on this.
Hello I rolled a wood elf druid with the outlander background and her traits are she once ran 25 miles without stopping to warn her clan of an approaching orc horde, and she'd do it again if she had to. And her bond is she will bring terrible wrath down on the evildoers who destroyed her homeland. And I made her flaw she is slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies. But I don't know how to make her backstory based on this.
Gilwynn Rainshower
Hello I rolled a wood elf druid with the outlander background and her traits are she once ran 25 miles without stopping to warn her clan of an approaching orc horde, and she'd do it again if she had to. And her bond is she will bring terrible wrath down on the evildoers who destroyed her homeland. And I made her flaw she is slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies. But I don't know how to make her backstory based on this.
A cool breeze came down from the nearby mountains of Frostmourn and crept through the Haverin Woods this morning, but Gilwynn Rainshower welcomed the chilling breeze as it wrapped around her body like a spiritual lover. The cold had always made her feel alive – everything was brisk and sharp, her breath came with a gentle mist, like the stories of the dragons of ice she’d heard about in the numerous legends told by her clan. One story in particular of an Ancient White Dragon named Kasilla, who was once so large – that the goddess of all wood elves, descended from the heavens to stop the threat that Kasilla posed. Naturally the goddess won and when Kasilla fell, she impacted so hard she was incased in stone – creating the Frostmourn Mountains, and that’s where the constant cold from the mountains comes from – at least, according to legend.
Gilwynn Rainshower loved that story – and all of those legends she’d heard so much about. There was something about them – that moved her inside. She longed for herself to have such grand adventures, despite the repeated protests of her parents and clan members warning her that the world beyond the woods was violent and dangerous; they’d warned her how the humans spread like vermin all across the land, with little regard for anything; the dwarves were selfish and thought of nothing but war, hidden from nature, making their weapons and armor. There were creatures such as ogres and goblins; but none more hated that the Orcs of the land. The orcs, the stories said were once human, twisted by their selfish greed to become the monsters they became – hating everything, craving it all for themselves, at the cost of destruction if need be – if they couldn’t have it, no one could.
On this brisk morning, Gilwynn Rainshower – the “Dreamer” as the clan often called her, with her head in the clouds – had wandered quite far from the clan, lost in her thoughts and dreams, thinking of all these legends and stories, wondering which ones were true and which were fabrications of the truth, when she realized she’d come to the edge of the Haverin Woods. She was now, gazing at Frostmourn Mountains – and her body suddenly did not welcome the chilling breeze. Something suddenly felt very wrong – and that’s when she’d heard it. The howl descending from the mountains she’d been hearing had covered something else – another sound – rhythmic drumming. She turned around to face back where her home was – and twisting and churning into the air was a tornado of ash and smoke – and her heart sank.
She sprinted back as quickly as she could – her body had begged her to stop and breath – her lungs were ablaze like the fires she had just seen. Her eyes streaked with tears.
By the time she’d arrived, it was already too late. Bodies were strewn about everywhere – mostly people from her clan – but the others, she recognized them. She’d seen them when she had been on scouting missions with the others – they were orcs.
She screamed for family – friends – but the only call that was returned to her was the sound of crackling wood as it continued to burn.
She’d spent the next six nights, recovering what bodies she could. She cared very little for the idea that the orcs might return. Each day she got up – rummaged through the charred ruins of her clan’s home and brought the next body to the Great Tree, where she dug another grave next to the tree’s massive roots, so that they souls could venture back into the giant tree – and find life again.
On the seventh day, when she found all she could find – she gathered what little supplies had survived the orc’s attack and began walking west. She could not survive here alone for long – she needed to find something – someone… but who could she trust?
All that fear, pumping in her veins, from the countless stories her clan had told her before…
Could she trust anyone? Would she find allies? Could she trust someone – long enough – to help her get revenge against the orcs?
Is that what he clan would want? To seek revenge? Become so blood driven?
Did it matter what they wanted? Perhaps it was time to find out what she wanted…
Are you a member of the Order of the Stick forums by chance? There's an entire thread there about someone (oh, hey - it's me!) who writes character backstories. :)
https://forums.giantitp.com/showthread.php?591882-Need-a-character-background-written-up/page33
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It sounds lie you already have a backstory. Outsiders attacked her village. She worked hard to save them. Now she's seeking revenge for her village, and she doesn't trust outsiders.
What do we got for a name?
And is this Forgotten Realms? Or just where ever?
Check out my publication on DMs Guild: https://www.dmsguild.com/browse.php?author=Tawmis%20Logue
Check out my comedy web series - Neverending Nights: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wr4-u9-zw0&list=PLbRG7dzFI-u3EJd0usasgDrrFO3mZ1lOZ
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Gilwynn Rainshower
Hello I rolled a wood elf druid with the outlander background and her traits are she once ran 25 miles without stopping to warn her clan of an approaching orc horde, and she'd do it again if she had to. And her bond is she will bring terrible wrath down on the evildoers who destroyed her homeland. And I made her flaw she is slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies. But I don't know how to make her backstory based on this.
A cool breeze came down from the nearby mountains of Frostmourn and crept through the Haverin Woods this morning, but Gilwynn Rainshower welcomed the chilling breeze as it wrapped around her body like a spiritual lover. The cold had always made her feel alive – everything was brisk and sharp, her breath came with a gentle mist, like the stories of the dragons of ice she’d heard about in the numerous legends told by her clan. One story in particular of an Ancient White Dragon named Kasilla, who was once so large – that the goddess of all wood elves, descended from the heavens to stop the threat that Kasilla posed. Naturally the goddess won and when Kasilla fell, she impacted so hard she was incased in stone – creating the Frostmourn Mountains, and that’s where the constant cold from the mountains comes from – at least, according to legend.
Gilwynn Rainshower loved that story – and all of those legends she’d heard so much about. There was something about them – that moved her inside. She longed for herself to have such grand adventures, despite the repeated protests of her parents and clan members warning her that the world beyond the woods was violent and dangerous; they’d warned her how the humans spread like vermin all across the land, with little regard for anything; the dwarves were selfish and thought of nothing but war, hidden from nature, making their weapons and armor. There were creatures such as ogres and goblins; but none more hated that the Orcs of the land. The orcs, the stories said were once human, twisted by their selfish greed to become the monsters they became – hating everything, craving it all for themselves, at the cost of destruction if need be – if they couldn’t have it, no one could.
On this brisk morning, Gilwynn Rainshower – the “Dreamer” as the clan often called her, with her head in the clouds – had wandered quite far from the clan, lost in her thoughts and dreams, thinking of all these legends and stories, wondering which ones were true and which were fabrications of the truth, when she realized she’d come to the edge of the Haverin Woods. She was now, gazing at Frostmourn Mountains – and her body suddenly did not welcome the chilling breeze. Something suddenly felt very wrong – and that’s when she’d heard it. The howl descending from the mountains she’d been hearing had covered something else – another sound – rhythmic drumming. She turned around to face back where her home was – and twisting and churning into the air was a tornado of ash and smoke – and her heart sank.
She sprinted back as quickly as she could – her body had begged her to stop and breath – her lungs were ablaze like the fires she had just seen. Her eyes streaked with tears.
By the time she’d arrived, it was already too late. Bodies were strewn about everywhere – mostly people from her clan – but the others, she recognized them. She’d seen them when she had been on scouting missions with the others – they were orcs.
She screamed for family – friends – but the only call that was returned to her was the sound of crackling wood as it continued to burn.
She’d spent the next six nights, recovering what bodies she could. She cared very little for the idea that the orcs might return. Each day she got up – rummaged through the charred ruins of her clan’s home and brought the next body to the Great Tree, where she dug another grave next to the tree’s massive roots, so that they souls could venture back into the giant tree – and find life again.
On the seventh day, when she found all she could find – she gathered what little supplies had survived the orc’s attack and began walking west. She could not survive here alone for long – she needed to find something – someone… but who could she trust?
All that fear, pumping in her veins, from the countless stories her clan had told her before…
Could she trust anyone? Would she find allies? Could she trust someone – long enough – to help her get revenge against the orcs?
Is that what he clan would want? To seek revenge? Become so blood driven?
Did it matter what they wanted? Perhaps it was time to find out what she wanted…
Check out my publication on DMs Guild: https://www.dmsguild.com/browse.php?author=Tawmis%20Logue
Check out my comedy web series - Neverending Nights: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Wr4-u9-zw0&list=PLbRG7dzFI-u3EJd0usasgDrrFO3mZ1lOZ
Need a character story/background written up? I do it for free (but also take donations!) - https://forums.giantitp.com/showthread.php?591882-Need-a-character-background-written-up