It's been 3 days since the last transmission from my Superior Officer, and I think im the only one who's been counting, or alive. There was something in the water, i think, that made the rest of my crew choke and pass out, but I remain unphased, or at least, I thought I was until i saw someone flow through the airlock on the ship into my mind. they taught me everything i needed to know in order to bring my crew back, and at this point, I should've listened to what my mother said when I was a lad.

(futuristic Campaign Fey Warlock pact of the Tome)

When I was young, I could make a shadow, and I struggled with which one of us was me, and which one was shadow. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't, I was a drunk, and so I lost my wife and twin daughters in a hail of blood and bricks. Now I ride with an Oath of Vengeance in my heart, and a Vow of Enmity on my lips for the one who took everything from me.

Echo Knight/ Paladin

I accidentally killed a man for attacking me when I used magic for the first time. Some kind people rescued me on the day of my scheduled execution. They are the first people who have ever been kind to me and I would die to protect them.

Through endless seas of starry night, with silver sword to carry the fight. Find the quarry hidden deep, root them out an oath to keep. Travel the realms, Vlaakiths blessings earned, war without end to see Illithids burned.

(Githyanki Paladin with a big old silver sword, travelling around fighting Mindflayers)

John Smith-Buildabear used to sell magical buildabear's for profit. But when his buildabears started disapearing, he began to investigate. Soon, he found himself fighting against a goblin led criminal organization. Now, John seeks a group of adventurer friends to help him in his quest against the goblin gang.

The buildabears became Goblins!😱

As a young girl I got lost in the woods and was found by a traveling faerie carnival. I was raised in the carnival where I learned to play music with the band, tumble and soar with the acrobats, and change costumes and disguises in a moment with the other performers. Now that I am older I have decided to set out on my own to find my way home and must rely on my skills to make it in this bizarre world most people call “normal.”

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John Smith-Buildabear used to sell magical buildabear's for profit. But when his buildabears started disapearing, he began to investigate. Soon, he found himself fighting against a goblin led criminal organization. Now, John seeks a group of adventurer friends to help him in his quest against the goblin gang.

The Ewok tribe; The cutest tribe of goblins you;ll ever meet, they waunder around wearing buildabear onsies.

My degenerate human father kept my orc mother as a servant, and I learned to stay out of his way, spending most of my time with the city's rough orphan gangs, as my father was ashamed and disgusted with me. When I was 9 years old, he caught my mother applying our familial decorative scars to my limbs, and they fought until she was dead, and he fled, grievously wounded and missing a finger. I was found hiding in a rag pile with no one to tend to my festering wounds, by a brotherhood of Ilmaterian monks, who adopted me taught me to control my rages and protect the helpless as they protected me.

(Half-orc Barbarian/Monk who's really trying to keep Gruumsh out of his head.)

Gary was a half-orc who grew up in a small town. When his older sister vanished, he followed her tracks and ended up at the lair of a hag. When he saw the dreaded hag, he fled as fast as his legs could carry him. Ashamed and missing his sister, he found a group of adventurers and now, they return to the hag's haunted home in hopes to even the score.

When I was a young man I witnessed something horrible, something that made me want to go out and fight for those who have no one to fight for them. I gave up any hope for a real home or a family, and took up the life of an itinerant monster slayer. I now travel the realms with a likeminded group, and we fight the forces of chaos and evil wherever we find them. 

Every time I use magic, it is a roll of the dice. Most times I have no idea how it will turn out, but I keep smiling. There are no good or bad outcomes, only fun at different volumes.

Wild magic sorcerer. 

I broke into a home by the sea, it was rundown but I was chasing stories of hidden treasure. I found myself trapped and assaulted by ghosts that forced me to re-live their memories over and over. I was finally released from their grasp and allowed to leave as long as I found their relatives, relayed a mesage or helped finish a task.

*Haunted One background, Phantom Rogue. Also influenced by one of my favourite  songs; Home by the Sea by Genesis.

I’ll spare you tales of my childhood, none of them are what you would call “pleasant.” It wasn’t until I met Freddy, my eventual blood brother, that anyone ever looked out for me instead of take advantage of me. When Freddy died of the wasting sickness, that’s when I decided to set out and make my way in the world by any means at my disposal; like my blades, wits, and courage….

I uncovered a burned out ruin near my village and shortly thereafter people started to die in their sleep. I found out why a few days after people started dying when a Hag called Granny Krueger visited me in my sleep. I begged for my life and she offered me a deal, travel the world so she might reap the souls of the sleeping in exchange for my life, and so now I travel and always hope she doesn't visit me or anyone I care about.

**Warlock taking a Freddie Kruger style Night Hag as a patron, use Fiend abilities but switch command to sleep on the expanded spell list, maybe take Pact of the Blade to have a certain claw style gatuntlet as weapon.

When the dirty, no good, low down, stinkin’ ‘umies kilt my clan all up I wuz left all on my own for the first time ever. It took me lots an’ lotsa days to burry dem alls, it was a big clan. After dat I decided’a take off an’ try my luck in da world, too bad there’s so many dirty, no good, low down, stinkin’ ‘umies e’rywhere tho. 

I remember I was out in the field picking wild flowers for my mother when I saw the tall, thin stranger walking down the winding, dusty road towards our modest farm. That was the day my life changed forever, since that stranger was there to take me away from my family because she said I was special, and she wanted to train me to be a great champion of Eramma, goddess of justice, balance, and reconning. Ever since I answered their call I have lived a life of the cloth, learned to fight from Mother Maybell, the tall, thin stranger who came to give me Eramma’s call, and served m’lady Eramma to the best of my abilities. 

For a second I thought that said "goddess of retconning", and I thought, "good choice".

Here's my newest character:

I was abandoned at birth and was found by a priest of Deneir. I grew up in the monastery, and when I was of age, I dedicated my life to gathering the knowledge of the ages to help the people of the nearby town. Now I am entering the Feywild to find a holy book that will clarify my life and tell me why I've been saved.

Take it up a notch... Haiku time 

I began a thief.

Joined a devil-loving monastery.

Violent exit.