Name: Sir Cillian O’Bragh Race: Drow Class: Bard (Planned: College of Lore) Background: Charlatan (Con Man/Cult Leader) Backstory: You know most people prefer it when you tell them exactly what they want to hear, whether it’s true or not. Cillian spent most of his life betting on that fact, and he wasn’t often let down. He grew up in the streets of London to parents he detested for being so satisfied with struggling day to day working an honest living, his mother a waitress and his father a janitor. He left home when he was 18, then spent the next couple of years using his devilish good looks and talent for picking out those easy to manipulate for his own gain. Years went past, and he kept getting away with it. He grew bolder, he wanted more and more. And they’d just give it to him, like they always did. And then he’d leave with a smile on his face after convincing someone to ruin their own life. It made him feel...alive. London became his playing ground, and he loved every second of it. It wasn’t until he was 25 he began to realize, that the people must be listening to him for a reason...he can guide them to be better. At least towards what he thinks is better.
Cillian spent the next ten years forming his “spiritual organization” the “Light of Everlasting Love”, a collective of believers all dedicated to and hanging on the words of their shaman, their savior: Sir Cillian O’Bragh. The narcissistic ****er had started a cult. Now at a humble 35 years of age Cillian could almost feel the unending grasp of time on his body, he’d even found a gray hair the other day (it made him have a nervous breakdown seeing his perfect looks be tainted). The pressure of time, along with increasing pressure from those in the government who didn’t understand that he’s given these people purpose made Cillian feel desperate. There was only one answer, they must all leave this world. Because Cillian would rather die then go to prison, and he doesn’t want to be alone when he goes. Everyone was gathered for the ceremony, he’d told them all it was just a party to celebrate his love for them. It was all planned out, a final glorious night of family and revelry. Then they will all move on, granted freedom from this hateful world. However Cillian felt nauseous early, but he could’ve sworn he was gonna wait until everyone else was down before he himself drank. As he felt himself about to lose consciousness from the surprise bout of nausea he heard a loud bang and deep, bellowing voice shout, “SCOTLAND YARD! PUT THE DRINKS DOWN NOW! WHERE’S O’BRAGH?!” right as his head thuds against the soft carpet of his church.
For DM:
(Not gonna be like a psychopath or anything, just really narcissistic and loves manipulating people so no worries on him ruining the narrative you want to build. He’s gonna take this “second chance” to do things more carefully this time around. Like a calculated Neutral Evil who will likely present as Neutral Good. He would have musical training that he’d gained as apart of his time conning, and winning people over in upper circles. Often preferring the violin or piano when performing, even practicing them alone as playing music helped him think.
Backstory: Sam Wigglesworth is (was?) a mathematics and philosophy professor at CalTech, who gave lectures and published papers about how the tenuous and often fleeting balance of nature, the four elements, and even the dynamics of human interaction, can be reduced to numbers, probability and equations, while at the same time, exploring the notion that the complexities of the world could never be fully understood, because the more we try to calculate the secrets of life, the more elusive those equations become. His paper, “Solving the Unsolvable,” had caused quite a stir in both the math and physics departments, and was even regarded as a worthy read by faculty and students in the philosophy department, as well. Of course, most people knew that his paper was, in many ways, a therapeutic response to the untimely passing of his wife, who had died of cancer a few years prior.
Partly in an attempt to distract himself from the pain, Sam spends many hours of his life poring through books and notebooks, and searching for what he feels could be the master equation that would answer the biggest mysteries of the world. He is fascinated by the obvious ways that mother earth demonstrated this in small ways, such as through the classical ratios that are so persistent in nature, and at the same time, dismayed by how some aspects of life seem so unfair and out of balance for many folk.
Also an avid woodworker and tinker, Sam is forever building and inventing small things and trinkets, largely out of a natural curiosity. An honest fellow, Sam has a naturally cheerful and inquisitive demeanor, a general enthusiasm for life, a good heart and he embraces the joys of laughter, music, and fine drink.
(*)Ability scores: 14 14 13 14 15 12
Ability scores: 16 15 6 13 11 13
(*=Preferred Stats)
Name: Sir Cillian O’Bragh
Race: Drow
Class: Bard (Planned: College of Lore)
Background: Charlatan (Con Man/Cult Leader)
Backstory: You know most people prefer it when you tell them exactly what they want to hear, whether it’s true or not. Cillian spent most of his life betting on that fact, and he wasn’t often let down. He grew up in the streets of London to parents he detested for being so satisfied with struggling day to day working an honest living, his mother a waitress and his father a janitor. He left home when he was 18, then spent the next couple of years using his devilish good looks and talent for picking out those easy to manipulate for his own gain. Years went past, and he kept getting away with it. He grew bolder, he wanted more and more. And they’d just give it to him, like they always did. And then he’d leave with a smile on his face after convincing someone to ruin their own life. It made him feel...alive. London became his playing ground, and he loved every second of it. It wasn’t until he was 25 he began to realize, that the people must be listening to him for a reason...he can guide them to be better. At least towards what he thinks is better.
Cillian spent the next ten years forming his “spiritual organization” the “Light of Everlasting Love”, a collective of believers all dedicated to and hanging on the words of their shaman, their savior: Sir Cillian O’Bragh. The narcissistic ****er had started a cult. Now at a humble 35 years of age Cillian could almost feel the unending grasp of time on his body, he’d even found a gray hair the other day (it made him have a nervous breakdown seeing his perfect looks be tainted). The pressure of time, along with increasing pressure from those in the government who didn’t understand that he’s given these people purpose made Cillian feel desperate. There was only one answer, they must all leave this world. Because Cillian would rather die then go to prison, and he doesn’t want to be alone when he goes.
Everyone was gathered for the ceremony, he’d told them all it was just a party to celebrate his love for them. It was all planned out, a final glorious night of family and revelry. Then they will all move on, granted freedom from this hateful world. However Cillian felt nauseous early, but he could’ve sworn he was gonna wait until everyone else was down before he himself drank. As he felt himself about to lose consciousness from the surprise bout of nausea he heard a loud bang and deep, bellowing voice shout, “SCOTLAND YARD! PUT THE DRINKS DOWN NOW! WHERE’S O’BRAGH?!” right as his head thuds against the soft carpet of his church.
For DM:
(Not gonna be like a psychopath or anything, just really narcissistic and loves manipulating people so no worries on him ruining the narrative you want to build. He’s gonna take this “second chance” to do things more carefully this time around. Like a calculated Neutral Evil who will likely present as Neutral Good. He would have musical training that he’d gained as apart of his time conning, and winning people over in upper circles. Often preferring the violin or piano when performing, even practicing them alone as playing music helped him think.
Visual:
Character Sheet: https://ddb.ac/characters/37430149/qPDHu0
Ability Scores
Ability scores: 9 14 15 15 12 15
Ability scores: 10 16 13 14 12 14Name: Samuel M. Wigglesworth
Race: Rock Gnome
Class: Wizard
Background: Sage
Backstory: Sam Wigglesworth is (was?) a mathematics and philosophy professor at CalTech, who gave lectures and published papers about how the tenuous and often fleeting balance of nature, the four elements, and even the dynamics of human interaction, can be reduced to numbers, probability and equations, while at the same time, exploring the notion that the complexities of the world could never be fully understood, because the more we try to calculate the secrets of life, the more elusive those equations become. His paper, “Solving the Unsolvable,” had caused quite a stir in both the math and physics departments, and was even regarded as a worthy read by faculty and students in the philosophy department, as well. Of course, most people knew that his paper was, in many ways, a therapeutic response to the untimely passing of his wife, who had died of cancer a few years prior.
Partly in an attempt to distract himself from the pain, Sam spends many hours of his life poring through books and notebooks, and searching for what he feels could be the master equation that would answer the biggest mysteries of the world. He is fascinated by the obvious ways that mother earth demonstrated this in small ways, such as through the classical ratios that are so persistent in nature, and at the same time, dismayed by how some aspects of life seem so unfair and out of balance for many folk.
Also an avid woodworker and tinker, Sam is forever building and inventing small things and trinkets, largely out of a natural curiosity. An honest fellow, Sam has a naturally cheerful and inquisitive demeanor, a general enthusiasm for life, a good heart and he embraces the joys of laughter, music, and fine drink.
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I have made my selections:
Penguini - Ranger
Scott_R_Simmons - Cleric
Treewy - Rogue
ikarbino - Warlock
W0Z_ - Bard
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