Eh, why not. Gods know that I need something to occupy me while in quarantine.
My Time Zone: PDT
How Many PbPs Am I In: Currently none on DDB, though I am playing in 2 and DMing one on discord. They're not the most active, though.
Do I Play A Tabletop Game: I assume you mean do I play in any physical games, rather than over the internet, because obviously I play a tabletop game or I wouldn't be signing up for this. Technically, I'm not playing in a tabletop game at the moment, what with the whole worldwide pandemic, but I was up until quarantine, and we still do it over roll20/discord calls.
How Long Have I Been Playing D&D: To be quite honest, I'm not sure, but... 5ish years? Maybe less? Only been DMing recently, with... mixed results. As in there was one good result among a dozen bad results, so I can technically say there were mixed results. I'm... not a good DM. Especially when I'm DMig for a bunch of close friends who don't really take it seriously and like to screw around all the time. ANYways, I'm getting off topic. Time to go make a character!
Ability Scores!
Ability scores: 1591310610
I have no idea what I'm gonna get from these, but I'm going to make a character before I even see them! Because who cares about having a combat viable character when I can make a fun character? I mean, fun until he inevitably kicks the bucket at the hands of one and a half kobolds.
Name: Kyen(pronounced Kee-an) Raul
Race and Class: Feral Tiefling Artificer(Alchemist)
Alignment: Neutral
Backstory
Once, he was a boy. Once, he loved to explore. Once, he loved to wander. Once, he got lost. Once, he wasn't found.
Growing up abandoned and alone on the streets of Shadycreek run was not an easy feat for the young Kyen, but he managed it. Just barely. When he was lucky, he had a single meal a day. When he was lucky, he had a few pieces of straw to rest his head on. When he was lucky, he wasn't stabbed in an alley, thrown in jail, or coughing up blood from one of the many disgusting diseases that plagued the streets. He was often unlucky. The one thing Kyen had going for him was his mind. He was quite a smart lad, and he knew there was a way out of his predicament. And that way was money. A steady source of income could eventually lift him out of his situation, and allow him to live like a normal person. Stable meals, a place to sleep... it sounded like heaven. With the help of a plundered book on herbalism and a small patch of dirt with access to water and sunlight, Kyen got about learning.
His first creation was a lovely little elixir that, when drunk, produced an incredible calming effect, and mild hallucinations. He sold it to a random passerby for two silver and seven copper. He was rich! And that was merely the first of his creations. Many more followed, producing all sorts of effects, from increased energy(and wild mania), to deadened pain(with a bit of increased aggressiveness), to stranger effects from a number of magical herbs he had procured, like literal flight, or strange physical mutations. By the age of eighteen, he was an accomplished... street pharmacist, he liked to call himself, having sold to pretty much half the people in town, and there were rumors that even a Mardoon had once tried a substance of his.
But when survival no longer became such an issue, his view began to expand. He began to look beyond the little town he had grown up in, and saw the dark forest, Savalirwood, and beyond it the ruins of Molaesmyr, the fallen city. He saw them, and he began to wonder. What exactly lay in those lands? What corrupted creatures lurked? And more importantly, what kind of weird crap could he pull off with the stuff that still grew in that magically corrupted forest? For years he dared not to answer these questions. Nothing good could come of it. Besides eternal wealth, of course. Eternal wealth was definitely a possibility. But no. The risks outweighed the rewards. But what risks? He'd never seen anything out there. For all he knew, any creature that lived there had long since died out. After months of internal debate, he made up his mind. Just a short traipse into the woods, he'd be in and out in a flash. He'd be fine.
He was not fine. One moment, he was entering the woods. The next, he was laying on his back on the outskirts of town, sans an eye, an ear, a horn, and a few fingers. In exchange for those, he had received a large bump on his head and absolutely no memory of what had happened. All he knew was that he sure as Hells wasn't going back there... ever, really. From then on, a sort of darkness followed him everywhere(besides the darkness caused by the missing eye). Life had lost its luster. There was no glory in his job, he was merely ruining people's lives with crippling addictions in exchange for a few pieces of silver. His face, his once handsome face, was a mess. No eye, no ear, poorly made prosthetic horn, and scars just about everywhere. He grew a beard as soon as he could to hide them, but they were still as apparent as ever.
There is a point in life where one has had enough, and this was Kyen's point. He needed something else. Something new. Something better than whatever he was doing. He turned to the option available for just about anyone in a fantasy setting. He became an adventurer. Rather than being payed to kill people slowly with his concoctions, he was now payed to kill people quickly with his concoctions, and also knives. It was like being a drug dealer, but with faster turnout and more knives. He didn't mind it. Not at all.
(I purposely left the details to his journey into the darkness unknown, even to him, because I didn't want to end up spoiling anything or screwing things up. I assume it's not too much to assume that there's something in there that would be willing to beat the shit out of him, but he could still run from, eventually collapsing just outside of town with a nasty concussion, forgetting the events of that day)
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"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
If you pick me, I am willing to use either one. I've played a Scout before so I know how to use him. But its always fun to try something new, which is why I made the Arcana Trickster.
Marle was born and raised in a small town at the edge of the empire, which had been seeing hard times due to the excess of the local lord. In his teens, Marle and friends were out exploring the woods during the full moon and stumbled upon a strange sight: beautiful men and women engaged in fantastical skirmish. They flew through the air wielded weapons that looked to have been spun from silver, shooting fire and ice around them. His friends fled, but Marle was drawn towards the scene. When the glade was pulled back into the realm of faerie, he was pulled along with it. He spent the next year there with those strange fey warriors and was taught their martial and magical secrets, joining them in their nightly skirmishes. Alas, mortals are not meant to dwell in Faerie, and eventually he had to leave. Though born a full-blooded human, his time in Faerie has left Marle marked in mind, body, and spirit. Having nowhere else to go, he returned to his home to find things even worse than when he had left. Lord Aryun had started a sideline in slave trading to pay off his debtors. Marle, still recognizable despite the fey cast to his features, challenged Aryun to a duel and slew him in single combat, putting his kind-hearted daughter in charge of the town and other estates. He traded him services to the local crime syndicate in order to help pay off the debts that the lord's house, and the town by proxy, had accumulated. There were some hard moments in those next five years, where he did things he does not speak of. Eventually, the lord and town, a more peaceful and prosperous place, were able to take care of their own debts, and Marle was able to succumb to wanderlust, leaving behind his past and seeking adventure and excitement on the road, ear always open for another chance to visit the Faerie realms and answer the call of battle singing through his blood.
Character notes
Happy to make changes to the backstory to better fit in with the campaign setting.
The crime syndicate indicated in the story could be the Mardoons or another syndicate (maybe a rival).
The changes wrought by his time in fey make him the functional equivalent of a half-elf.
Will be an Eldritch Knight. Happy to buy the content if this character is accepted to the campaign.
Haven't filled out all the background/flaws/etc. Again, will complete that part if accepted to campaign.
About me
Your time zone: PST; I'm generally able to post several times a day
How many PbP are you in: this will be my only one (and my first)
Do you play a tabletop game: one as a DM, one as a player
How long have you been playing DnD: about six years, not counting my teens so long ago
I love crafting detailed characters and am a role-play first role-player. I will make non-optimal decisions if that better fits my character. That said, he is a competent, intelligent guy. He won't be doing obviously stupid things either.
Marle was born and raised in a small town at the edge of the empire, which had been seeing hard times due to the excess of the local lord. In his teens, Marle and friends were out exploring the woods during the full moon and stumbled upon a strange sight: beautiful men and women engaged in fantastical skirmish. They flew through the air wielded weapons that looked to have been spun from silver, shooting fire and ice around them. His friends fled, but Marle was drawn towards the scene. When the glade was pulled back into the realm of faerie, he was pulled along with it. He spent the next year there with those strange fey warriors and was taught their martial and magical secrets, joining them in their nightly skirmishes. Alas, mortals are not meant to dwell in Faerie, and eventually he had to leave. Though born a full-blooded human, his time in Faerie has left Marle marked in mind, body, and spirit. Having nowhere else to go, he returned to his home to find things even worse than when he had left. Lord Aryun had started a sideline in slave trading to pay off his debtors. Marle, still recognizable despite the fey cast to his features, challenged Aryun to a duel and slew him in single combat, putting his kind-hearted daughter in charge of the town and other estates. He traded him services to the local crime syndicate in order to help pay off the debts that the lord's house, and the town by proxy, had accumulated. There were some hard moments in those next five years, where he did things he does not speak of. Eventually, the lord and town, a more peaceful and prosperous place, were able to take care of their own debts, and Marle was able to succumb to wanderlust, leaving behind his past and seeking adventure and excitement on the road, ear always open for another chance to visit the Faerie realms and answer the call of battle singing through his blood.
Character notes
Happy to make changes to the backstory to better fit in with the campaign setting.
The crime syndicate indicated in the story could be the Mardoons or another syndicate (maybe a rival).
The changes wrought by his time in fey make him the functional equivalent of a half-elf.
Will be an Eldritch Knight. Happy to buy the content if this character is accepted to the campaign.
Haven't filled out all the background/flaws/etc. Again, will complete that part if accepted to campaign.
About me
Your time zone: PST; I'm generally able to post several times a day
How many PbP are you in: this will be my only one (and my first)
Do you play a tabletop game: one as a DM, one as a player
How long have you been playing DnD: about six years, not counting my teens so long ago
I love crafting detailed characters and am a role-play first role-player. I will make non-optimal decisions if that better fits my character. That said, he is a competent, intelligent guy. He won't be doing obviously stupid things either.
@dennishorte I can't see your character sheet link, you have to get the link from the already prepared sheet in the character sheet view and generate the link from the drop-down menu!
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Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
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Eh, why not. Gods know that I need something to occupy me while in quarantine.
My Time Zone: PDT
How Many PbPs Am I In: Currently none on DDB, though I am playing in 2 and DMing one on discord. They're not the most active, though.
Do I Play A Tabletop Game: I assume you mean do I play in any physical games, rather than over the internet, because obviously I play a tabletop game or I wouldn't be signing up for this. Technically, I'm not playing in a tabletop game at the moment, what with the whole worldwide pandemic, but I was up until quarantine, and we still do it over roll20/discord calls.
How Long Have I Been Playing D&D: To be quite honest, I'm not sure, but... 5ish years? Maybe less? Only been DMing recently, with... mixed results. As in there was one good result among a dozen bad results, so I can technically say there were mixed results. I'm... not a good DM. Especially when I'm DMig for a bunch of close friends who don't really take it seriously and like to screw around all the time. ANYways, I'm getting off topic. Time to go make a character!
Ability Scores!
Ability scores: 15 9 13 10 6 10
I have no idea what I'm gonna get from these, but I'm going to make a character before I even see them! Because who cares about having a combat viable character when I can make a fun character? I mean, fun until he inevitably kicks the bucket at the hands of one and a half kobolds.
Name: Kyen(pronounced Kee-an) Raul
Race and Class: Feral Tiefling Artificer(Alchemist)
Alignment: Neutral
Backstory
Once, he was a boy. Once, he loved to explore. Once, he loved to wander. Once, he got lost. Once, he wasn't found.
Growing up abandoned and alone on the streets of Shadycreek run was not an easy feat for the young Kyen, but he managed it. Just barely. When he was lucky, he had a single meal a day. When he was lucky, he had a few pieces of straw to rest his head on. When he was lucky, he wasn't stabbed in an alley, thrown in jail, or coughing up blood from one of the many disgusting diseases that plagued the streets. He was often unlucky. The one thing Kyen had going for him was his mind. He was quite a smart lad, and he knew there was a way out of his predicament. And that way was money. A steady source of income could eventually lift him out of his situation, and allow him to live like a normal person. Stable meals, a place to sleep... it sounded like heaven. With the help of a plundered book on herbalism and a small patch of dirt with access to water and sunlight, Kyen got about learning.
His first creation was a lovely little elixir that, when drunk, produced an incredible calming effect, and mild hallucinations. He sold it to a random passerby for two silver and seven copper. He was rich! And that was merely the first of his creations. Many more followed, producing all sorts of effects, from increased energy(and wild mania), to deadened pain(with a bit of increased aggressiveness), to stranger effects from a number of magical herbs he had procured, like literal flight, or strange physical mutations. By the age of eighteen, he was an accomplished... street pharmacist, he liked to call himself, having sold to pretty much half the people in town, and there were rumors that even a Mardoon had once tried a substance of his.
But when survival no longer became such an issue, his view began to expand. He began to look beyond the little town he had grown up in, and saw the dark forest, Savalirwood, and beyond it the ruins of Molaesmyr, the fallen city. He saw them, and he began to wonder. What exactly lay in those lands? What corrupted creatures lurked? And more importantly, what kind of weird crap could he pull off with the stuff that still grew in that magically corrupted forest? For years he dared not to answer these questions. Nothing good could come of it. Besides eternal wealth, of course. Eternal wealth was definitely a possibility. But no. The risks outweighed the rewards. But what risks? He'd never seen anything out there. For all he knew, any creature that lived there had long since died out. After months of internal debate, he made up his mind. Just a short traipse into the woods, he'd be in and out in a flash. He'd be fine.
He was not fine. One moment, he was entering the woods. The next, he was laying on his back on the outskirts of town, sans an eye, an ear, a horn, and a few fingers. In exchange for those, he had received a large bump on his head and absolutely no memory of what had happened. All he knew was that he sure as Hells wasn't going back there... ever, really. From then on, a sort of darkness followed him everywhere(besides the darkness caused by the missing eye). Life had lost its luster. There was no glory in his job, he was merely ruining people's lives with crippling addictions in exchange for a few pieces of silver. His face, his once handsome face, was a mess. No eye, no ear, poorly made prosthetic horn, and scars just about everywhere. He grew a beard as soon as he could to hide them, but they were still as apparent as ever.
There is a point in life where one has had enough, and this was Kyen's point. He needed something else. Something new. Something better than whatever he was doing. He turned to the option available for just about anyone in a fantasy setting. He became an adventurer. Rather than being payed to kill people slowly with his concoctions, he was now payed to kill people quickly with his concoctions, and also knives. It was like being a drug dealer, but with faster turnout and more knives. He didn't mind it. Not at all.
(I purposely left the details to his journey into the darkness unknown, even to him, because I didn't want to end up spoiling anything or screwing things up. I assume it's not too much to assume that there's something in there that would be willing to beat the shit out of him, but he could still run from, eventually collapsing just outside of town with a nasty concussion, forgetting the events of that day)
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
Closing submissions. I will make my final decision by 6pm CST.
Thank you all for your time and creativity! If you're not chosen, best of luck with future adventures!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Phew, made it just in time! Good luck, all!
"Ignorance is bliss, and you look absolutely miserable."
I made an alternative version of Rand where he is an Arcane Trickster in stead of a Scout.
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Flyingmatthew/characters/26475145
If you pick me, I am willing to use either one. I've played a Scout before so I know how to use him. But its always fun to try something new, which is why I made the Arcana Trickster.
Calling all tanks or healers... We need a tank or a healer!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Ability scores: 13 12 15 14 18 13
Tom Longshanks Human variant Fighter (Battle Master)
https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/Flyingmatthew/characters/26816437
Backstory:
Left the army after being ordered to burn a village with non-combatants. I been a caravan guard/mercenary looking for work ever since.
About me:
I do have Content Sharing
Ability scores: 13 12 8 14 13 9
Character Sheet
Character Story
Marle was born and raised in a small town at the edge of the empire, which had been seeing hard times due to the excess of the local lord. In his teens, Marle and friends were out exploring the woods during the full moon and stumbled upon a strange sight: beautiful men and women engaged in fantastical skirmish. They flew through the air wielded weapons that looked to have been spun from silver, shooting fire and ice around them. His friends fled, but Marle was drawn towards the scene. When the glade was pulled back into the realm of faerie, he was pulled along with it. He spent the next year there with those strange fey warriors and was taught their martial and magical secrets, joining them in their nightly skirmishes. Alas, mortals are not meant to dwell in Faerie, and eventually he had to leave. Though born a full-blooded human, his time in Faerie has left Marle marked in mind, body, and spirit. Having nowhere else to go, he returned to his home to find things even worse than when he had left. Lord Aryun had started a sideline in slave trading to pay off his debtors. Marle, still recognizable despite the fey cast to his features, challenged Aryun to a duel and slew him in single combat, putting his kind-hearted daughter in charge of the town and other estates. He traded him services to the local crime syndicate in order to help pay off the debts that the lord's house, and the town by proxy, had accumulated. There were some hard moments in those next five years, where he did things he does not speak of. Eventually, the lord and town, a more peaceful and prosperous place, were able to take care of their own debts, and Marle was able to succumb to wanderlust, leaving behind his past and seeking adventure and excitement on the road, ear always open for another chance to visit the Faerie realms and answer the call of battle singing through his blood.
Character notes
About me
@dennishorte I can't see your character sheet link, you have to get the link from the already prepared sheet in the character sheet view and generate the link from the drop-down menu!
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.