Stats: Ability scores: 9148141615, or w/e other stat allocation you prefer.
Race: Half-Elf.
Class:Sorcerer: Aberrant Mind.
Background: Deep beneath the green fathomless depths of The Dawn Sea, seated on a throne of death and bone, crowned by countless drowned stars 'it' resides. Served by a court of its' chosen dreamers, it rules over a nameless city; a city where dark things walk and madness sings. There, lost in their dreams do wayward souls come to grow twisted by their darkened reflections. Herald to the court of drowned stars, servitor to the pale serpent; exalted Calsipher gathers the wretched, downtrodden and the meek. With promises of hope and power he lures them to the dream. Sa that they too may one day see the truth.
Home: Calsipher was birth from the sea itself, a creature born to be the perfect tool for it's maker. He wandered onto the shore of an unsuspecting town of little importance, and fueled by instinct, assumed a personality and began to work. An observant predator he lured those that he could with dreams of power, turned the people of the town against its mayor and offered salvation through his master to the forgotten. The night the Captain took the mayor in, he wondered the snaking road of this new playground. There in the night, underneath the cascading light of a full moon he heard the call of something.. an ornate key. He followed the road up the hill, towards the temple that Fiona now resided over and used the key on its door. This felt fitting to him, after all, this was his masters new temple in this world.
RP Sample: A dirt road snaked through a large town, and ended atop a hill, just before a temple. A lean woman dressed in black stood at the temples' doors, she looked on as two distant figures had an argued by the wayside.
"Like morning's mist he drifted into town, innocuous and subtle," spat the Mayor, disheveled in tattered clothes. "With an inviting smile painted on his lips, he whispered words like warmed honeyed milk," each word uttered with more rage, and a healthy dose of contempt. "Lilac eyes hidden behind a cascade of golden locks beguiled us with their stare, a false trust our faux ami." he bleated.
The Captain of the Royal Guard shifted his weight with impatience, saying nothing.
"He peddled compassion... but little did we know! We allowed a serpent to make its way into our home! Poisoned the well, that viper! Then, they came in the night... those filthy lepers!" he turned red as he flailed his arms with heated vigor. "They dragged the priest out of bed, took him to the lake, and drowned him... and they didn't stop there. They burned the holy icons, and replaced the priest with that witch!" he said, pointing accusingly towards the woman that stood atop the hill. "No one goes near the temple anymore... they can't. It's Blasphemous!" he let out incredulously, almost foaming at the mouth.
After a silent moment, the Captain took his gaze off the woman and brought it back to the Mayor. "I questioned these... 'lepers', they made no mention of a 'golden haired snake'. They did however mentioned your deal with the priest," he gave pause and observed the Mayors rage vanish, replaced with a mixture of guilt, shame, and fear. "you blame this all on snakes and vipers, but it was you who sold the people snake oil." continued the Captain.
The Mayor's face drained of blood, he turned to run. His escape quickly halted by a well primed foot. Behind him stood a guard, one in an immaculate uniform, one the Captain did not recognize. After a moment of hesitation the Captain, moved to grab the Mayor. "Thank you... recruit, but I had it handled." he said to him as he restrained the Mayor in hempen ropes.
"Of that I have no doubts, Sir." each word dripping with genuine heartfelt confidence, and the guard stared at his Captain with unnatural lilac eyes as he said them.
Okay, at this point there's no way I'll get in, but here goes nothin:
Name: Sin (chosen name)
Stats: Ability scores: 12 11 11 17 15 11
Race: Vhuman (eldritch adept)
Class: Bard (Swords) 3/ Warlock (Fiend) 1
Background: Sin is a talented actress, acrobat, and juggler at a fiendish traveling circus that shows up in a town for a night, attracts a crowd, and begins a chaotic revelry that often turns into a bloodbath. She was once the heir of a minor house that seriously control-freaked over her, so she literally ran away to the circus, where she made a demonic pact and began a line of hedonism and self-expression. She's very loyal to the circus (which is always moving and as such has no places of interest and all places of interest nearby).
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Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
Name & Character Link: Calsipher, The Dawn Flower.
Stats: Ability scores: 9 14 8 14 16 15, or w/e other stat allocation you prefer.
Race: Half-Elf.
Class: Sorcerer: Aberrant Mind.
Background: Deep beneath the green fathomless depths of The Dawn Sea, seated on a throne of death and bone, crowned by countless drowned stars 'it' resides. Served by a court of its' chosen dreamers, it rules over a nameless city; a city where dark things walk and madness sings. There, lost in their dreams do wayward souls come to grow twisted by their darkened reflections. Herald to the court of drowned stars, servitor to the pale serpent; exalted Calsipher gathers the wretched, downtrodden and the meek. With promises of hope and power he lures them to the dream. Sa that they too may one day see the truth.
Home: Calsipher was birth from the sea itself, a creature born to be the perfect tool for it's maker. He wandered onto the shore of an unsuspecting town of little importance, and fueled by instinct, assumed a personality and began to work. An observant predator he lured those that he could with dreams of power, turned the people of the town against its mayor and offered salvation through his master to the forgotten. The night the Captain took the mayor in, he wondered the snaking road of this new playground. There in the night, underneath the cascading light of a full moon he heard the call of something.. an ornate key. He followed the road up the hill, towards the temple that Fiona now resided over and used the key on its door. This felt fitting to him, after all, this was his masters new temple in this world.
RP Sample: A dirt road snaked through a large town, and ended atop a hill, just before a temple. A lean woman dressed in black stood at the temples' doors, she looked on as two distant figures had an argued by the wayside.
"Like morning's mist he drifted into town, innocuous and subtle," spat the Mayor, disheveled in tattered clothes. "With an inviting smile painted on his lips, he whispered words like warmed honeyed milk," each word uttered with more rage, and a healthy dose of contempt. "Lilac eyes hidden behind a cascade of golden locks beguiled us with their stare, a false trust our faux ami." he bleated.
The Captain of the Royal Guard shifted his weight with impatience, saying nothing.
"He peddled compassion... but little did we know! We allowed a serpent to make its way into our home! Poisoned the well, that viper! Then, they came in the night... those filthy lepers!" he turned red as he flailed his arms with heated vigor. "They dragged the priest out of bed, took him to the lake, and drowned him... and they didn't stop there. They burned the holy icons, and replaced the priest with that witch!" he said, pointing accusingly towards the woman that stood atop the hill. "No one goes near the temple anymore... they can't. It's Blasphemous!" he let out incredulously, almost foaming at the mouth.
After a silent moment, the Captain took his gaze off the woman and brought it back to the Mayor. "I questioned these... 'lepers', they made no mention of a 'golden haired snake'. They did however mentioned your deal with the priest," he gave pause and observed the Mayors rage vanish, replaced with a mixture of guilt, shame, and fear. "you blame this all on snakes and vipers, but it was you who sold the people snake oil." continued the Captain.
The Mayor's face drained of blood, he turned to run. His escape quickly halted by a well primed foot. Behind him stood a guard, one in an immaculate uniform, one the Captain did not recognize. After a moment of hesitation the Captain, moved to grab the Mayor. "Thank you... recruit, but I had it handled." he said to him as he restrained the Mayor in hempen ropes.
"Of that I have no doubts, Sir." each word dripping with genuine heartfelt confidence, and the guard stared at his Captain with unnatural lilac eyes as he said them.
Okay, at this point there's no way I'll get in, but here goes nothin:
Name: Sin (chosen name)
Stats: Ability scores: 12 11 11 17 15 11
Race: Vhuman (eldritch adept)
Class: Bard (Swords) 3/ Warlock (Fiend) 1
Background: Sin is a talented actress, acrobat, and juggler at a fiendish traveling circus that shows up in a town for a night, attracts a crowd, and begins a chaotic revelry that often turns into a bloodbath. She was once the heir of a minor house that seriously control-freaked over her, so she literally ran away to the circus, where she made a demonic pact and began a line of hedonism and self-expression. She's very loyal to the circus (which is always moving and as such has no places of interest and all places of interest nearby).
Will everyone stop calling him "The Demogorgon"? It's his name, not a title!
Journey through Inustwaith in my campaign here!