#1 There once was a man from Nantukkette who liked to paint from a bucket, but once while in Ziti he was jailed for graffiti. So, he gave it all up and said, "Forget that. I'm going to be an Artificer."
#2 Everyone wants to be a poet with wit and rhymes and fame. They know it. I have tried with nothing to show it because I can't rhyme, and that's why I'm the worst Bard ever.
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Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
1. I was a blind half-elf born in a perfectionist elven village along the edge of a huge forest, and I was left in the forest while my mother was killed.
2. A nice halfling couple found me and took me to their village in the middle of the forest, where I was raised for 18 years.
3 One day, I found out about my affinity with druidic magic, and my halfling caretakers told me about my heritage, but they didn't know anything about my father, so I set out to find him.
(still kind of a work in progress)
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Today was the day I was supposed to become an adult during my village’s traditional Rite of Earning ceremony when I would have undergone the Test of Understanding and presented the Elders with a gift to serve an unfulfilled need in our community.
Today was the day that the raiders attacked my village, burning homes, stealing livestock, and assaulting anyone who stood against them.
Today I became an adult during the Rite of Earning, I recognized my village’s need of a defender, and presented the Elders the dual gifts of peace, and the Raider Chieftain’s head on a fence post.
We kept each others' secrets because we quickly learned that who people once considered an imaginary friend became scary as we got older.
Together, we left our home city because we have increasing powers that were untapped, unrefined, and reticent due to the people's lack of understanding.
(Warlock with an unknown patron who seems to be no older and no more experienced than the Warlock. Perfect to start at Level 1. EDIT: ...and with any personality/alignment/whatever. Very few restrictions on roleplay.)
EDIT EDIT: No. Not disassociative personality. Patron; A separate entity whose relationship is misunderstood by both Warlock and Patron. I would expect the actual relationship to be explained during adventures.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I was born under a moonless night in the mittle of the Hills, but my Greytusk Orc clan abandonned me on the road after my mother died while giving birth. My secretly-kept human heritage was immediatly showing and the shaman of the tribe told the chieftain to leave the newborn behind to avoid the Curse of the One-Eyed God Grummsh to fall upon the tribe for this heresy. I was miraculously found by a farming family on the way back from the town's market who brought me back to their ranch and raised me despite my half-breed savage origins, often wondering about the reasons of my demise, something I know nothing of for now.
Seong liked to gamble, so much so that he acquired a multi-thousand gold pece debt and accidentally lost his soul playing cards with, what he thought was, a Tiefling.
The Tiefling actually turned out to be Rankle the Master of Pranks, an Archfey holidaying on the material plane.
Seong was made an offer, complete 20 games and Rankle would give him his soul back, game 1 is complete and now Seong must travel the realms and complete the remaining games.
**This takes a little inspiration from the netflix series Squid Game and the games Seong must seek out are just the levelling up process, just during each level the DM can send Seong a vision or meeting with Rankle in which the next game is laid out, this might be steal an object, play a trick on some one or defeat a particular creature. Rankle is a reference to a card in Magic the Gathering. The character is unsurprisingly a Warlock.**
You, a Tiefling, woke up nearly dead with amnesia in an insular Human-only town.
After a lot of effort and patience, you won over the town to be accepted as one of them and to learn the basics of hunting as a Ranger. (Meaning Level 1.)
While the town is now very welcoming of strangers of all types, you eventually left because you lived in fear too long of whoever left you for dead returning to the town and discovering you are still alive.
(Such a character's a DM's playground.)
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Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I was born and rised in a fisher village. I never was good fishing but save tons of mates from river monsters. I would rather be fishing but I'm good killing river monsters.
Raised by my grandfather until he passed leaving me to continue wandering never settling too long to avoid suspicion.
A brief marriage ended when my husband abandoned me and his son to marry someone more wealthy.
I watched my son grow up marry and start a family of his own leaving me to rebuild my life, first off contacting my ex so he can properly divorce me this time!
I was born to a human mother and an elven father, but I never saw him very much as a young child. When he learned I had a knack for the arcane, however, he lured me to the elven lands to hone my abilities. Now, I fight as a bladesinging gladiator, hoping to win his love and respect.
You lived your entire life in well-to-do overly-posh society.
You find it to be boring and stuffy.
So, you abandon all of that to try this fascinating "adventuring" thing on a lark and also just to annoy your puffed-up parents and relatives who value appearance and status over deeds.
I just now realize that reads a bit like two characters I've seen in streams. In one of those streams, it turned out that the character's prim and proper family actually descended from a long line of famous pirates, and the other isn't doing it to annoy anyone but just to have some fun and hasn't (yet) lost respect in high society.
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Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I awoke on a surgical table beside my creator, who intended me to be a slave to her obsessions. Though I've escaped the horrid woman, I'm still plagued by dreams belonging to other people, people whose deaths I think are the reason why I am alive. I travel now in search of answers, and to evade those who hunt me out of fear...and those who might be in service to the evil woman that made me.
Growing up on a farm, people don't always tend to appreciate your modifications to the equipment. But the caravans promised Pip a chance to see new places, learn new things, and hopefully find some interesting components to collect. You know--just in case they might come in handy later.
Some local ruffians tried to run us of off our farm but I managed to chase them off using a length of chain. It was during this fight that Orcus made itself known and set the chain ablaze. It was then that I dfound the Fiendish blood that runs throw our family comes from Orcus. I have chosen to hunt down the corrupt and the villainous and aid those in need...even if the souls of those I kill go to Orcus.
**so this is your basic Ghost Rider build using Paladin Oath of Vengeance as a class, Tiefling for Race and taking Flames of Phlegethos for a feat at lvl 4, a chain whip for a weapon and, DM willling, substiuting the Warlock Fiend Patron expanded spells for the standard oath of vengenace ones so we can use some fire based spells, otherwise whenever using Divine Smite have the chain and facial area of the character burst into flames, then get Greater Find Steed and get a Nightmare (or similar creature) for a mount^^
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While travelling home from the pub one night - drunk of course, some big dog attacked you, though driven off by you catching on fire on accident.
Nobody paid any mind because your injuries were gone the next morning and a series of brutal murders also happened that night.
You had to leave the town and learn to fend for yourself alone because the town became plagued with a series murders once a month and the stupid, backwards yokels kept insisting that your supposedly-new mean streak since the murders began was suspect, as if the greedy, judgmental ****s weren't always ****ing you off - something you never noticed before.
Level 1 Werewolf [some survival-focused class], alignment shifted to Evil due to the disease, unaware of disease. (Evil doesn't mean an annoying moke, BTW.)
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Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider. My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong. I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲 “It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
My patron is a beautiful efreeti, for whom I have a severe infatuation for.
Though I released her from a lifetime spent on a merchant’s dusty shelf, I am fully aware that she treats me as a pawn in order to gain more power & status for herself.
I hope to prove my worth as I fulfill her ambitions, as well as my own.
A three liner to determine why a group of adventurers might be together.....
'Some years ago a crack group of adventurers were sent to prison by a corrupt King for a crime they didn't commit. These adventurers promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the cities sewers. Today, still wanted by the King, they survive as soldiers of fortune, if you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them....maybe you can hire The A-Team.' (Queue the music....)
Team members: B.A Barbicus (Dwarf, multiclass Barbarian/Artificer), Howling Mad Moorduck (Aarakocra, class: Druid), Face (Human, class Rogue with all the Charisma skills + Expertise) and Joan 'Hanna Belle' Smith (Human, Bard with Inspiring Leader feat).
I have to write this down or I'll burst:
#1
There once was a man from Nantukkette who liked to paint from a bucket, but once while in Ziti he was jailed for graffiti. So, he gave it all up and said, "Forget that. I'm going to be an Artificer."
#2
Everyone wants to be a poet with wit and rhymes and fame. They know it. I have tried with nothing to show it because I can't rhyme, and that's why I'm the worst Bard ever.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
1. I was a blind half-elf born in a perfectionist elven village along the edge of a huge forest, and I was left in the forest while my mother was killed.
2. A nice halfling couple found me and took me to their village in the middle of the forest, where I was raised for 18 years.
3 One day, I found out about my affinity with druidic magic, and my halfling caretakers told me about my heritage, but they didn't know anything about my father, so I set out to find him.
(still kind of a work in progress)
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Today was the day I was supposed to become an adult during my village’s traditional Rite of Earning ceremony when I would have undergone the Test of Understanding and presented the Elders with a gift to serve an unfulfilled need in our community.
Today was the day that the raiders attacked my village, burning homes, stealing livestock, and assaulting anyone who stood against them.
Today I became an adult during the Rite of Earning, I recognized my village’s need of a defender, and presented the Elders the dual gifts of peace, and the Raider Chieftain’s head on a fence post.
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We grew up together in one body.
We kept each others' secrets because we quickly learned that who people once considered an imaginary friend became scary as we got older.
Together, we left our home city because we have increasing powers that were untapped, unrefined, and reticent due to the people's lack of understanding.
(Warlock with an unknown patron who seems to be no older and no more experienced than the Warlock. Perfect to start at Level 1. EDIT: ...and with any personality/alignment/whatever. Very few restrictions on roleplay.)
EDIT EDIT: No. Not disassociative personality. Patron; A separate entity whose relationship is misunderstood by both Warlock and Patron. I would expect the actual relationship to be explained during adventures.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
There was a story on you tube regarding a gnoll sorceror with a lingering soul companion.
I don't see why this idea wouldn't work.
Have you decided on what kind of pact this character has?
just curious.
I was born under a moonless night in the mittle of the Hills, but my Greytusk Orc clan abandonned me on the road after my mother died while giving birth. My secretly-kept human heritage was immediatly showing and the shaman of the tribe told the chieftain to leave the newborn behind to avoid the Curse of the One-Eyed God Grummsh to fall upon the tribe for this heresy. I was miraculously found by a farming family on the way back from the town's market who brought me back to their ranch and raised me despite my half-breed savage origins, often wondering about the reasons of my demise, something I know nothing of for now.
Seong liked to gamble, so much so that he acquired a multi-thousand gold pece debt and accidentally lost his soul playing cards with, what he thought was, a Tiefling.
The Tiefling actually turned out to be Rankle the Master of Pranks, an Archfey holidaying on the material plane.
Seong was made an offer, complete 20 games and Rankle would give him his soul back, game 1 is complete and now Seong must travel the realms and complete the remaining games.
**This takes a little inspiration from the netflix series Squid Game and the games Seong must seek out are just the levelling up process, just during each level the DM can send Seong a vision or meeting with Rankle in which the next game is laid out, this might be steal an object, play a trick on some one or defeat a particular creature. Rankle is a reference to a card in Magic the Gathering. The character is unsurprisingly a Warlock.**
Storm sorcerer? No, I'm Taran Tharapita, the Halfling god of thunder! Brandobaris tricked me, and this mortal form is just till my powers come back.
I AM FERGUS IRONBOOT...SON OF GERTHA & GELDER...FOLLOWER OF GAERDAL IRONHAND, AND SCHOLAR O" GIANT KIND!!
Fergus is a gnome.
He says this every time he meets someone, in the thickest Scottish accent imaginable.
You, a Tiefling, woke up nearly dead with amnesia in an insular Human-only town.
After a lot of effort and patience, you won over the town to be accepted as one of them and to learn the basics of hunting as a Ranger. (Meaning Level 1.)
While the town is now very welcoming of strangers of all types, you eventually left because you lived in fear too long of whoever left you for dead returning to the town and discovering you are still alive.
(Such a character's a DM's playground.)
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I was born and rised in a fisher village. I never was good fishing but save tons of mates from river monsters. I would rather be fishing but I'm good killing river monsters.
Raised by my grandfather until he passed leaving me to continue wandering never settling too long to avoid suspicion.
A brief marriage ended when my husband abandoned me and his son to marry someone more wealthy.
I watched my son grow up marry and start a family of his own leaving me to rebuild my life, first off contacting my ex so he can properly divorce me this time!
I was born to a human mother and an elven father, but I never saw him very much as a young child. When he learned I had a knack for the arcane, however, he lured me to the elven lands to hone my abilities. Now, I fight as a bladesinging gladiator, hoping to win his love and respect.
You lived your entire life in well-to-do overly-posh society.
You find it to be boring and stuffy.
So, you abandon all of that to try this fascinating "adventuring" thing on a lark and also just to annoy your puffed-up parents and relatives who value appearance and status over deeds.
I just now realize that reads a bit like two characters I've seen in streams. In one of those streams, it turned out that the character's prim and proper family actually descended from a long line of famous pirates, and the other isn't doing it to annoy anyone but just to have some fun and hasn't (yet) lost respect in high society.
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
I awoke on a surgical table beside my creator, who intended me to be a slave to her obsessions. Though I've escaped the horrid woman, I'm still plagued by dreams belonging to other people, people whose deaths I think are the reason why I am alive. I travel now in search of answers, and to evade those who hunt me out of fear...and those who might be in service to the evil woman that made me.
Growing up on a farm, people don't always tend to appreciate your modifications to the equipment. But the caravans promised Pip a chance to see new places, learn new things, and hopefully find some interesting components to collect. You know--just in case they might come in handy later.
Some local ruffians tried to run us of off our farm but I managed to chase them off using a length of chain. It was during this fight that Orcus made itself known and set the chain ablaze. It was then that I dfound the Fiendish blood that runs throw our family comes from Orcus. I have chosen to hunt down the corrupt and the villainous and aid those in need...even if the souls of those I kill go to Orcus.
**so this is your basic Ghost Rider build using Paladin Oath of Vengeance as a class, Tiefling for Race and taking Flames of Phlegethos for a feat at lvl 4, a chain whip for a weapon and, DM willling, substiuting the Warlock Fiend Patron expanded spells for the standard oath of vengenace ones so we can use some fire based spells, otherwise whenever using Divine Smite have the chain and facial area of the character burst into flames, then get Greater Find Steed and get a Nightmare (or similar creature) for a mount^^
While travelling home from the pub one night - drunk of course, some big dog attacked you, though driven off by you catching on fire on accident.
Nobody paid any mind because your injuries were gone the next morning and a series of brutal murders also happened that night.
You had to leave the town and learn to fend for yourself alone because the town became plagued with a series murders once a month and the stupid, backwards yokels kept insisting that your supposedly-new mean streak since the murders began was suspect, as if the greedy, judgmental ****s weren't always ****ing you off - something you never noticed before.
Level 1 Werewolf [some survival-focused class], alignment shifted to Evil due to the disease, unaware of disease. (Evil doesn't mean an annoying moke, BTW.)
Human. Male. Possibly. Don't be a divider.
My characters' backgrounds are written like instruction manuals rather than stories. My opinion and preferences don't mean you're wrong.
I am 99.7603% convinced that the digital dice are messing with me. I roll high when nobody's looking and low when anyone else can see.🎲
“It's a bit early to be thinking about an epitaph. No?” will be my epitaph.
My patron is a beautiful efreeti, for whom I have a severe infatuation for.
Though I released her from a lifetime spent on a merchant’s dusty shelf, I am fully aware that she treats me as a pawn in order to gain more power & status for herself.
I hope to prove my worth as I fulfill her ambitions, as well as my own.
A three liner to determine why a group of adventurers might be together.....
'Some years ago a crack group of adventurers were sent to prison by a corrupt King for a crime they didn't commit. These adventurers promptly escaped from a maximum security stockade to the cities sewers. Today, still wanted by the King, they survive as soldiers of fortune, if you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them....maybe you can hire The A-Team.' (Queue the music....)
Team members: B.A Barbicus (Dwarf, multiclass Barbarian/Artificer), Howling Mad Moorduck (Aarakocra, class: Druid), Face (Human, class Rogue with all the Charisma skills + Expertise) and Joan 'Hanna Belle' Smith (Human, Bard with Inspiring Leader feat).