Description/Personality: Elric has fair skin, blue eyes, and brown hair. The rest of his body he keeps mostly hidden beneath a robe, but from what can be seen of his face, hands, and forearms, as well as just his general size, it can be inferred that he looks quite lanky and a bit awkward, his limbs seeming just a little too long, due to how thin they are. His general look is of someone who is extremely malnourished, though he may actually be fine. This is brought about by his far lower than average muscle mass, brought about by a genetic muscle wasting disease. Elric’s personality can often alienate himself from others, due to the often great intelligence gap between him and the one he is talking to. He also has a sometimes annoying tendency to rattle off information about something that has been mentioned, with perfect accuracy(unless the source he received it from was false), which can often be quite unnerving. He understands this problem, and tries his best to fix it, but it sometimes happens without him even noticing. His slight stutter doesn't help.
Backstory: Elric’s case was not a common one. Quite a rare one, in fact. He estimated the percentage of people born with his condition was between zero point oh oh one five and zero point oh oh six percent. But even rare cases have some victims, or else they wouldn't exist. Elric was one such victim. As a young child he was able to walk, though he would be quickly winded after an amount of exercise that would be considered trivial to many others. As he grew older, his condition worsened, and his muscles had wasted away to the point of him being unable to walk without a cane to assist him. His condition prevented him from working, but that doesn't mean he didn't put his time to good use. You see, while he may have been physically weak, Elric was mentally quite strong. Scarily so, in fact. He owed much of this ability to another condition, one far rarer than his other. He could recall everything he had heard, seen, smelled, touched, or tasted perfectly(yes I know eidetic memory doesn't exist, but I mean, neither does magic. At least the space wizards which control the government want us to think that…)Each and every moment of his life was captured, filed away, and preserved for later examination. Even the things he didn't want to remember. When his mother grew sick and died when he was thirteen, he was forced to live through it again and again. The feeling of utter helplessness, the crushing grief he felt, all relived day after day, each time the emotions as raw and as fresh as the day he first experienced them, clutching her hand, standing by her deathbed. After his mother’s death, Elric needed to make himself useful, or else they might find themselves without a house. The head librarian at the local library offered to hire him to work there, for not too shabby pay. After that, Elric spent his days cataloging and shelving, and his evenings going through book after book, devouring information like an otyugh does shit. The head librarian, Artus Lewinn, was a retired Mage, of some renown. These days he didn't use his talents for much besides getting books on high shelves. But when Elric requested to be apprenticed under him, he was not surprised. The boy had been eyeing him for quite some time now, but hadn't yet worked up the courage to ask him. He was actually quite a bright boy, a prodigy really. He was sure that Elric would surpass him in no time. Elric trained under Artus for some time, and progressed quickly. He was on the path to becoming just as potent a magic user as Artus, possibly even more so. But then, just a week after his eighteenth birthday, there was an accident at the mine where his father worked. Some clambered out of the rubble. Not his father. And just like that, the last tie he had to that little town was broken. He had no reason to stay anymore. He didn't want to stay anymore. There were too many things there which would trigger his memory, and once again bring forth those horrible memories which he could not forget. He departed not a week afterward, only carrying his spellbook, his research, his cane, a small knife, and the clothes on his back.
Note: Elric's eidetic memory is from the keen mind feat. His condition is the D&D equivalent of Becker Muscular Dystrophy. It won't have any effect in game(unless the DM wants it to have an effect, then I'm fine with that), it's just a way to roleplay his disgustingly low strength roll.
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I'd be willing to jump in with you all, if you would have me. Here are the rolls, I'll have a full post up soon.
Ability scores: 15129101714
Ramos Mythenath
Triton Barbarian (Storm Herald)
Short description/personality: Ramos, like most of his people, has deep blue skin with kelp-like green hair. His upper torso, which is often bare, is crossed with many faded scars, memories and reminders from fights long past. Burly, yet short for even a Triton, he stands at just over 4'7". If not for the color of his skin and the lack of facial hair, he could almost be mistaken for a dwarf. Ramos is charming, if not slightly overbearing, having spent most of his 48 years in the deep sea. His knowledge of the upper world is fairly restricted, and his manner betrays his past as a high ranking member of the Triton's orderly society. However, where his manners are somewhat lacking, he staunchly believes in his role as a protector of both land and sea, and as such fights for civilization's existence, whether he sees himself as superior or not.
Backstory: Ramos spent much of his earlier years below the waves outside of Mythshore , fighting elementals and primordials where they appeared. His connection to both the trident and the sea grew stronger over time, and he rose through the ranks of Triton society. By the time he was 30, he had earned command of a small army's worth of men. Life was perfect, until it suddenly was washed away like footprints in the sand. The mephits and water elementals his troops were containing burst through the line and breached the ranks, killing many and nearly escaping. Ramos nearly lost his life in that fight, and spent several years recovering. If not for a passing shaman that healed some of his more severe wounds, he may have never fully recovered. Once he was back in action, he and what was left of his troops were assigned to patrols near the surface. Over the next five years, Ramos drifted closer and closer to the surface world, driven partially by orders, and partially by curiosity. He eventually was given permission to enter and protect the world above, and though he returns to the ocean when he can, he has spent the past year slowly moving further and further inland, following the river towards Highwater. He now finds himself in the town of Riverbend, looking for work and a good fight to take up in the name of his people.
Short description/personality: Ulf is quick to laugh and quick to battle. Wanting nothing more out of life than the drink, fight, and earn coin. A veteran of many battles Ulf is covered in scars, but his eyes hold a lust for life one wouldn't expect from someone who has seen what Ulf has seen.
Backstory: Ulf was raised in battle, as a young boy he served as camp steward in the Storm Herald's mercenary company. During an enemy night raid on his camp Ulf was cornered, when the battle was over Ulf was found with a knife in his shoulder, the body of a man with his throat bitten out laying atop him. From that first taste for blood, that first kill Ulf knew he was born for battle. The Storm Herald's are long since disbanded, now Ulf sells his ax out to highest bidder.
Name: Elric Gardten
Race/Class: VHuman Wizard/Divination
Scores: Str: 6 Dex: 12 Con: 12(11) Int: 20(18) Wis: 12 Cha: 10
Description/Personality:
Elric has fair skin, blue eyes, and brown hair. The rest of his body he keeps mostly hidden beneath a robe, but from what can be seen of his face, hands, and forearms, as well as just his general size, it can be inferred that he looks quite lanky and a bit awkward, his limbs seeming just a little too long, due to how thin they are. His general look is of someone who is extremely malnourished, though he may actually be fine. This is brought about by his far lower than average muscle mass, brought about by a genetic muscle wasting disease. Elric’s personality can often alienate himself from others, due to the often great intelligence gap between him and the one he is talking to. He also has a sometimes annoying tendency to rattle off information about something that has been mentioned, with perfect accuracy(unless the source he received it from was false), which can often be quite unnerving. He understands this problem, and tries his best to fix it, but it sometimes happens without him even noticing. His slight stutter doesn't help.
Backstory:
Elric’s case was not a common one. Quite a rare one, in fact. He estimated the percentage of people born with his condition was between zero point oh oh one five and zero point oh oh six percent. But even rare cases have some victims, or else they wouldn't exist. Elric was one such victim. As a young child he was able to walk, though he would be quickly winded after an amount of exercise that would be considered trivial to many others. As he grew older, his condition worsened, and his muscles had wasted away to the point of him being unable to walk without a cane to assist him. His condition prevented him from working, but that doesn't mean he didn't put his time to good use. You see, while he may have been physically weak, Elric was mentally quite strong. Scarily so, in fact. He owed much of this ability to another condition, one far rarer than his other. He could recall everything he had heard, seen, smelled, touched, or tasted perfectly(yes I know eidetic memory doesn't exist, but I mean, neither does magic. At least the space wizards which control the government want us to think that…)Each and every moment of his life was captured, filed away, and preserved for later examination. Even the things he didn't want to remember. When his mother grew sick and died when he was thirteen, he was forced to live through it again and again. The feeling of utter helplessness, the crushing grief he felt, all relived day after day, each time the emotions as raw and as fresh as the day he first experienced them, clutching her hand, standing by her deathbed.
After his mother’s death, Elric needed to make himself useful, or else they might find themselves without a house. The head librarian at the local library offered to hire him to work there, for not too shabby pay. After that, Elric spent his days cataloging and shelving, and his evenings going through book after book, devouring information like an otyugh does shit.
The head librarian, Artus Lewinn, was a retired Mage, of some renown. These days he didn't use his talents for much besides getting books on high shelves. But when Elric requested to be apprenticed under him, he was not surprised. The boy had been eyeing him for quite some time now, but hadn't yet worked up the courage to ask him. He was actually quite a bright boy, a prodigy really. He was sure that Elric would surpass him in no time.
Elric trained under Artus for some time, and progressed quickly. He was on the path to becoming just as potent a magic user as Artus, possibly even more so. But then, just a week after his eighteenth birthday, there was an accident at the mine where his father worked. Some clambered out of the rubble. Not his father. And just like that, the last tie he had to that little town was broken. He had no reason to stay anymore. He didn't want to stay anymore. There were too many things there which would trigger his memory, and once again bring forth those horrible memories which he could not forget. He departed not a week afterward, only carrying his spellbook, his research, his cane, a small knife, and the clothes on his back.
Note: Elric's eidetic memory is from the keen mind feat. His condition is the D&D equivalent of Becker Muscular Dystrophy. It won't have any effect in game(unless the DM wants it to have an effect, then I'm fine with that), it's just a way to roleplay his disgustingly low strength roll.
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I'd be willing to jump in with you all, if you would have me. Here are the rolls, I'll have a full post up soon.
Ability scores: 15 12 9 10 17 14
Ramos Mythenath
Triton Barbarian (Storm Herald)
Short description/personality: Ramos, like most of his people, has deep blue skin with kelp-like green hair. His upper torso, which is often bare, is crossed with many faded scars, memories and reminders from fights long past. Burly, yet short for even a Triton, he stands at just over 4'7". If not for the color of his skin and the lack of facial hair, he could almost be mistaken for a dwarf. Ramos is charming, if not slightly overbearing, having spent most of his 48 years in the deep sea. His knowledge of the upper world is fairly restricted, and his manner betrays his past as a high ranking member of the Triton's orderly society. However, where his manners are somewhat lacking, he staunchly believes in his role as a protector of both land and sea, and as such fights for civilization's existence, whether he sees himself as superior or not.
Backstory: Ramos spent much of his earlier years below the waves outside of Mythshore , fighting elementals and primordials where they appeared. His connection to both the trident and the sea grew stronger over time, and he rose through the ranks of Triton society. By the time he was 30, he had earned command of a small army's worth of men. Life was perfect, until it suddenly was washed away like footprints in the sand. The mephits and water elementals his troops were containing burst through the line and breached the ranks, killing many and nearly escaping. Ramos nearly lost his life in that fight, and spent several years recovering. If not for a passing shaman that healed some of his more severe wounds, he may have never fully recovered. Once he was back in action, he and what was left of his troops were assigned to patrols near the surface. Over the next five years, Ramos drifted closer and closer to the surface world, driven partially by orders, and partially by curiosity. He eventually was given permission to enter and protect the world above, and though he returns to the ocean when he can, he has spent the past year slowly moving further and further inland, following the river towards Highwater. He now finds himself in the town of Riverbend, looking for work and a good fight to take up in the name of his people.
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Ability scores: 13 15 17 15 14 13
Ulfhednar Warchild
Battle Master Fighter/Barbarian
Short description/personality: Ulf is quick to laugh and quick to battle. Wanting nothing more out of life than the drink, fight, and earn coin. A veteran of many battles Ulf is covered in scars, but his eyes hold a lust for life one wouldn't expect from someone who has seen what Ulf has seen.
Backstory: Ulf was raised in battle, as a young boy he served as camp steward in the Storm Herald's mercenary company. During an enemy night raid on his camp Ulf was cornered, when the battle was over Ulf was found with a knife in his shoulder, the body of a man with his throat bitten out laying atop him. From that first taste for blood, that first kill Ulf knew he was born for battle. The Storm Herald's are long since disbanded, now Ulf sells his ax out to highest bidder.
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