*Heads up, I might change my build, specifically to a Lizardfolk Battle Master.*

*Also, I may permanently blind my character.*

Hi! My name is Potato, and my pronouns are they/them. My character's name is Ziggy.

Ziggy (she/her) is a red dragon wyrmling with a modified statblock: Ziggy the Wyrmling

She was once as evil any red dragon would be, but she was kidnapped at a young age and experimented on. This changed her worldview. She's chaotic as ever, but now chaotic good instead of evil. Her eagerness to learn about the world is why she's an avid reader, and through reading she gained her knowledge of music (hence her Performance proficiency) and of the Common language.

Ziggy is a flamboyant and fun dragon who is incredibly curious about literally everything. This gets her into trouble sometimes, but she doesn't care. She prefers a bitter truth over a sweet lie any day. Her favorite food is ice cream and her favorite color is orange.

Ziggy lay curled up like a cat near the bow. She smiles slightly, enjoying the salty wind on her face. She's never been on a boat before. She raises her head when the boat stops and when Zani approaches. Her eyes ignite with curiosity at this new person with her strange device.

Realizing she was sleeping on wood or whatever this boat is made of, she brushes herself off. With all the dust and salt gone, Ziggy's red-orange scales shine like a glorious dawn as they reflect the sunlight. Her ears perk up, her sleek and curved horns dully gleam, and her black talons and white fangs are as sharp as they can be without being menacing. Her brilliant blue eyes positively glow with wonder.

She stays onboard the boat, but stares at Zani with awe. She wants to talk to her, but she knows that dragons suddenly saying "hi" tends to frighten people.

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The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day. 

Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken. 

As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted. 

And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror. 

And then he turned around and walked away. 

 

Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.

"Hey! Watch where you're going."

 “Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”

just dropping some lore here- in this world, there are strange creatures called echoes. They come in all different shapes in forms, some as dragons, some as strange, humanoid glass beings. They can be corrupted into hostile creatures named "Tacet discords", and resonators, people with special abilities, use their powers to defeat them and purify them.

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just dropping some lore here- in this world, there are strange creatures called echoes. They come in all different shapes in forms, some as dragons, some as strange, humanoid glass beings. They can be corrupted into hostile creatures named "Tacet discords", and resonators, people with special abilities, use their powers to defeat them and purify them.

 Noice

Speaking of lore, is there any established Venice-like country? I was thinking that it would be an awesome place for a lizardfolk to come from. A place where the reptiles have become nobility due to their mastery of the swamp the city is built on top of.

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Ziggy lay curled up like a cat near the bow. She smiles slightly, enjoying the salty wind on her face. She's never been on a boat before. She raises her head when the boat stops and when Zani approaches. Her eyes ignite with curiosity at this new person with her strange device.

Realizing she was sleeping on wood or whatever this boat is made of, she brushes herself off. With all the dust and salt gone, Ziggy's red-orange scales shine like a glorious dawn as they reflect the sunlight. Her ears perk up, her sleek and curved horns dully gleam, and her black talons and white fangs are as sharp as they can be without being menacing. Her brilliant blue eyes positively glow with wonder.

She stays onboard the boat, but stares at Zani with awe. She wants to talk to her, but she knows that dragons suddenly saying "hi" tends to frighten people.

 A lizardfolk, dressed in what must have been similarly brilliant colors at one point, approaches. Well, not approaches, but more slowly wanders in Ziggy's general direction. He has an old, dented helmet that covers his eyes, but not his mouth. His clawed fingers drag along the railing on the edge of the deck.

"Dragons... have a certain scent. You can't get it out without ruining the hide." His voice is clear and angry, not at all monstrous. "To poach one is a sin. To buy the skin of a wyrmling requires great evil as well. Who are you that you would wear the skin of such a majestic being?"

Hello! I'm Salem, and i'm just going to be watching this unfold.

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Hello! I'm Salem, and i'm just going to be watching this unfold.

*I may as well. Might make a character, just idk if I can do all these campaigns.* 

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Hello! I'm Salem, and i'm just going to be watching this unfold.

*I may as well. Might make a character, just idk if I can do all these campaigns.* 

 *yea ur doing a lot lol*

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Hello! I'm Salem, and i'm just going to be watching this unfold.

 *yo salemmmm*

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Hello! I'm Salem, and i'm just going to be watching this unfold.

 *yo salemmmm*

 *yo*

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Hello! I'm Salem, and i'm just going to be watching this unfold.

*I may as well. Might make a character, just idk if I can do all these campaigns.* 

 *I really want to but I just don't have the time. I also at this moment dont have inspo*

My character sheet and backstory snippet will soon be here, just working on making a homebrew version of the Fathomless and the Tempest :>

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My character sheet and backstory snippet will soon be here, just working on making a homebrew version of the Fathomless and the Tempest :>

 Ooooooh fun!

Are we allowing rerolling 1s for stats?

Assuming it is, here are my ability scores.

Ability scores: 13 12 8 12 13 14

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Assuming it is, here are my ability scores.

Ability scores: 13 12 8 12 13 14

 Noice

Now get to work, spoingle boingle

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Are we allowing rerolling 1s for stats?

 Mhm

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The sea was obnoxiously beautiful that day. Gale Levias knew he should be amazed, but all he could do was grunt. The sea was obnoxiously beautiful every day. 

Gale was a young man with blue windblown hair that turned teal at the ends, a pair of sharp and curvy horns, and a short figure. He carried a rapier and a lute, the steel of the rapier a shining silver, the wood of the lute a deep mahogany. He wore simple clothing, a tunic, a pair of baggy pants, a cloak that he had bought from one of his contacts. His skin was a pale blue, his eyes like bright sapphires, but the light in them was dull. Gale was broken. He knew he was broken. 

As he stared over the railing down at the sea, he sighed to himself and brushed a hand through his oily hair. He hadn’t washed it in days-unless you counted the time when those thugs threw him into the ocean for trying to steal their food. Gale used to be a pirate, a man of glory, a man with a bounty. But four long years had passed-waiting in the shadows and watching, ready for the perfect timing. Except there was no perfect time. He didn’t know what he wanted. 

And now, as he stared at the ocean, he couldn’t help but see his reflection in it, the reflection of a frowning man with wrinkles under his eyes despite his young age. Devil. Demon. Horror. 

And then he turned around and walked away. 

 

Mortana is sitting on a chair, one leg crossed over the other, gazing out at the ocean. Tapping against the leg of their stained dress pants is their revolver, beautifully carved and handled with obvious love. They look over the railing, and down at the boat, observing how it seemingly breathes in and out with each wave. They shudder. If only Ma could see them now... Ah, no use reminiscing. There'll be time for that after they figure out what's up with this boat and whether or not they need to destroy it. Sighing, they stand up, and almost walk into Gale, reflexively reaching into their crimson vest for a knife while grasping their revolver, before relaxing.

"Hey! Watch where you're going."

 “Watch where I’m going? You need to watch where you’re going!” Gale glances around wildly, eyes landing on the small red dragon. “You people are all like this. Always blaming me for your troubles. But honestly it’s you who needs to pay attention to the world around you. Look over there! A goddamn dragon!”

 “Well, that’s simply just a quite common echo. Have you not seen one before?” Zani proclaims in a slightly Russian accent. The strange bulbous device she carries has a ring of light around it… what could it be indicating? *make a perception/history check, or ask her.*