Ginko likes to explore the forest, and investigate all the flora and fauna, and, Ginko really likes to build things. Like Chomp, the mechanized leafcutter ant that Ginko built and rides on, (so that Ginko doesn't have to walk so much) and Ginko's favorite crossbow, Sting. So, Ginko is exploring, looking for the strange metal that Ginko's friend Graybeard Gimmelgarb said could maybe be found in the Starmetal Hills.
Gnome Artificer, who only speaks in first person, and uses nicknames for everyone and everything he likes.
Baronet Riesling Algonquin Locklear the Fifth knew he would never ascend to achieve any great power in his household… his father was the patriarch, and he had two older brothers and a sister who teased him mercilessly, so unless he was able to marry up, he was doomed to toil away as a lesser Baronet in a middling landholding family. But, Locke was a great swordsman, as his tutors begrudgingly admitted. So, trying to put his family troubles behind him, but still leaning opportunistically on his minor nobility, he sets off into the world to face any challengers on his way to becoming the best sword fighter ever.
Dangerously curious, Tinker Goodspeed was usually able to get himself out of trouble with his nimble handiwork, fleet feet, and sharp tongue. Always looking for the next invention or discovery, during his travels he found himself in a cave, trapped by a storm, and there he met the elderly Dwarven curmudgeon, Lulgror Copperforge. Near death, Lulgror shared the secret of the Black Powder deep in the cave, and Tinker used it to create his weapon - the booming, bullet-throwing Bowcannon - part crossbow, part musket.
My name is Lysta and I was a crewman on board the Spelljammer Ship 'La Rouge Dwarf' but there was a minor mishap that saw our vessel cast adrift in the Astral Sea and me imprisoned in a tiny gem. One day I was released to find that the ship was now only operated by Remare (the ghost of my former human bunkmate) and an exremely vain creature called Kat (who is apparently a descendeant of the ships cat). Recently we salvaged another spelljammer ship called Novafive along with a Warforged Butler called Cry 10 and can finally planeshift to the material plane to get some much needed supplies...I could murder a curry.
*Based on the tv show Red Dwarf, for a not so serious adventuring party comprised of a human, a ghost, a tabaxi and a warforged.
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* Need a character idea? Search for "Rob76's Unused" in the Story and Lore section.
I have always wanted to be a Wizard… but when the council rejected me as an applicant and none of the independent Wizards I found either were accepting apprentices, or refused to accept me I was crushed. I vowed to become a powerful practitioner, no matter the cost, and show them all what a mistake they had made by dismissing me. I searched far and wide for anything I could find that would further my goals, and have since pledged myself to the service of a powerful patron who has taught me the most amazing things.
I met this weird.... thing one day, as I was travelling around the edge of Targos on a journey to find more about myself, I named it stando, for some reason. we went into Targos when these, Idioti of adventurers thought to try to change an entire religious belief, i mean, who are they, and why would they do such a thing after all? anyways, I wanted to ask out the guard anyways, so I helped them out, introduced myself as we ran away, and then im now an adventurer?
(how in the newest campaign im in introduced Sohka, my water Genasi Drakewarden Ranger)
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a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
When I was a little girl I used to sit on my gram’s knee and hear her tell stories of her gram’s gram, a “powerful sorceress.” My ma always told me it was hogswallop, but my gram believed. My ma believed after I almost accidentally burned down the outhouse three weeks ago when my first monthly scared me senseless, so now she sent me to you to apprentice… if you’ll have me that is Master.
My name is Asharin, or at least I think it is as the locals call me 'the witch of woods', 'the storyteller' or 'the wise woman', and I was once a member of a brave and renowned adventuring party, or at least I think I was, I get my names and places mixed up sometimes. We prepared to fight a Green Dragon that had laid claim to a city but our preperations were for nought as it turned out to be Red Dragon and my firends were slain. I retired to beocme a hermit, now in my 80th year I find the need for adventure again, or do I? My mind isn't what it once was but I feel my friends call once more.
*A character I want to play at some point, an 80yr old Lore Bard with a charisma of 8 and a mild case of dementia that tells stories and isn;t quite sure if they are real memories or not. Her name is an anagram of Raishan, the Green Dragon from the first cmapaign of Crit Role and having all her spells and abilities based on mimicing things from Vox Machina and its a possibility she would have actually been a failed reincarnation of the Diseased Deciever herself which could have been quite poetic give how she ended in the game.
Youngest daughter in a distant Noble family, I run away to avoid an unwanted marriage. Seeking to prove my individual worth, I head to the city where I have trusted contacts and unwavering support. I find a mentor to help me make the most of my natural and trained skills to become a rogue-Showing my family when I am ready that I don't have to marry to forward the family interests.
My Da always told me I was destined to be some odd special, like my Ma, and my Mema before her. I just figured that was something all fathers told their daughters until The Moon Goddess Lady Amberdine chose me to follow in their footsteps. But they both left me and Da for her, so I told her to cram it and swore an Oath to get even with her for stealing my Mama and Mema from me!
My mom was a magic user who died in a expirenint who Eliza was close with. Eliza (they/them) hates magic.there dad and and them both hate there sister mourn who uses magic like her mom. They blame magic to there moms death
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Spider acolyte
cultist
“keep your enemies close and you gnomes even closer”- definitely, 100 percent, not gnomeish78
I am a Genasi abandoned at a young age and raised on the streets of a large city. I eventually found my father, a Djinni, and formed a pact with him. I became an adventurer after joining the army.
I always liked to tinker around with little machines and gizmos, and whenever anything would break in or around town I was always asked to fix it and was more than happy for the chance. One day a stranger named Professor Derby came to my hometown asking after me. She said that they had heard of me all the way up in Gnome country, and she invited me to join the Cunnamulla school of Artifice… on scholarship!!
A sommelier by trade, I have amazing perception of sight, smell, and taste which made me excel in my field, and I worked at one of the top restaurants in my country's capital city. A regular of ours was the court wizard, and she approached me for help with a new potion she was making, as she thought I could apply my same senses to help her perfect it. I ended up being even better at potions than wine, and eventually replaced her when she retired. I am currently on sabbatical leave from my position, granted to me so that I can go out in search of a new taste "kokumi" which has supposedly been discovered in a far-off land.
(Four sentences not three but I hope you will forgive me.)
Oh I come from the land 'down-under', where Drow Queens rule and men plunder. Travelling with a Wizard called Kombi, on the trail we fought off zombies. We met a strange lady, and she made me nervous, when she took us in and made us breakfast. Fleeing from the hag called Brusel, she was 6ft 4 and made of muscle, we ran until we found a town that spoke our language and sat down here to eat our last sandwich.
*Heavily edited and still not quite 3 sentences but if you decided to play this character a heavy australian accent is mandatory. Just another idea brought on by listening to 80's music, namely 'Down Under' by Men at Work.
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* Need a character idea? Search for "Rob76's Unused" in the Story and Lore section.
I was once nothing more than a killer, trained to be a living weapon and unleashed on whoever the generals decided. My life changed when a (insert appropiate low born individual) stepped in front of me and took the blow that should have ended my life. I feel their spirit urging me to be a better person and protect instead of kill, by my honour it shall be so.
*A little inspiration from the Rurouni Keshin anime/films....Starting off as a Monk with a multiclass to Oath of Redemption Paladin, always strking to KO instead of kill. Weapon usage would be a reverse bladed katana (so the cutting edge is on the back of the blade not the front so you deal bludgeoning damage instead of slashing, for ease of homebrew weapon just treat it as a cosmetic change to the quarterstaff)
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* Need a character idea? Search for "Rob76's Unused" in the Story and Lore section.
Once a simple lab animal at a magic school. Subject to so many arcane experiments they became cognitive. Escaped and saturated in magic, they survive, searching for a sense of belonging.
There once was a mighty gnoll terrorizing a small village. As a sellsword, I was sent to kill the gnoll. Imagine my surprise when I found out my employer's daughter was in love with the gnoll and her father merely did not approve of her boyfriend.
Because you were always good with creating mechanical toys as a kid, you decided to create useful mechanical things to sell to people as an adult.
Someone accidentally set loose your unfinished and malfunctioning mechanical behemoth into the marketplace causing the people to chase you out of town after the mayhem.
(It was totally your fault.)
Probably best as an Artificer class. Redemption, reappearance of the behemoth, and poor reputation story hooks available. Optionally can be played with the character insisting to be innocent in the events of the disaster despite that being untrue. All other character creation options still open. Character can be as serious or as silly as the player chooses.
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.
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Ginko likes to explore the forest, and investigate all the flora and fauna, and, Ginko really likes to build things. Like Chomp, the mechanized leafcutter ant that Ginko built and rides on, (so that Ginko doesn't have to walk so much) and Ginko's favorite crossbow, Sting. So, Ginko is exploring, looking for the strange metal that Ginko's friend Graybeard Gimmelgarb said could maybe be found in the Starmetal Hills.
Gnome Artificer, who only speaks in first person, and uses nicknames for everyone and everything he likes.
Baronet Riesling Algonquin Locklear the Fifth knew he would never ascend to achieve any great power in his household… his father was the patriarch, and he had two older brothers and a sister who teased him mercilessly, so unless he was able to marry up, he was doomed to toil away as a lesser Baronet in a middling landholding family.
But, Locke was a great swordsman, as his tutors begrudgingly admitted.
So, trying to put his family troubles behind him, but still leaning opportunistically on his minor nobility, he sets off into the world to face any challengers on his way to becoming the best sword fighter ever.
Dangerously curious, Tinker Goodspeed was usually able to get himself out of trouble with his nimble handiwork, fleet feet, and sharp tongue.
Always looking for the next invention or discovery, during his travels he found himself in a cave, trapped by a storm, and there he met the elderly Dwarven curmudgeon, Lulgror Copperforge.
Near death, Lulgror shared the secret of the Black Powder deep in the cave, and Tinker used it to create his weapon - the booming, bullet-throwing Bowcannon - part crossbow, part musket.
My name is Lysta and I was a crewman on board the Spelljammer Ship 'La Rouge Dwarf' but there was a minor mishap that saw our vessel cast adrift in the Astral Sea and me imprisoned in a tiny gem. One day I was released to find that the ship was now only operated by Remare (the ghost of my former human bunkmate) and an exremely vain creature called Kat (who is apparently a descendeant of the ships cat). Recently we salvaged another spelljammer ship called Novafive along with a Warforged Butler called Cry 10 and can finally planeshift to the material plane to get some much needed supplies...I could murder a curry.
*Based on the tv show Red Dwarf, for a not so serious adventuring party comprised of a human, a ghost, a tabaxi and a warforged.
I have always wanted to be a Wizard… but when the council rejected me as an applicant and none of the independent Wizards I found either were accepting apprentices, or refused to accept me I was crushed. I vowed to become a powerful practitioner, no matter the cost, and show them all what a mistake they had made by dismissing me. I searched far and wide for anything I could find that would further my goals, and have since pledged myself to the service of a powerful patron who has taught me the most amazing things.
Creating Epic Boons on DDB
DDB Buyers' Guide
Hardcovers, DDB & You
Content Troubleshooting
I met this weird.... thing one day, as I was travelling around the edge of Targos on a journey to find more about myself, I named it stando, for some reason. we went into Targos when these, Idioti of adventurers thought to try to change an entire religious belief, i mean, who are they, and why would they do such a thing after all? anyways, I wanted to ask out the guard anyways, so I helped them out, introduced myself as we ran away, and then im now an adventurer?
(how in the newest campaign im in introduced Sohka, my water Genasi Drakewarden Ranger)
a hobbit of the tolkeinite cult
a frequenter of taverns
mainly an Emerald half-dragon with a psudodragon pet
haven't been on because mobile sucks and wifi sucks
Self-proclaimed Non-Binary Diety of bad writing and Lizardfolk Monks
When I was a little girl I used to sit on my gram’s knee and hear her tell stories of her gram’s gram, a “powerful sorceress.” My ma always told me it was hogswallop, but my gram believed. My ma believed after I almost accidentally burned down the outhouse three weeks ago when my first monthly scared me senseless, so now she sent me to you to apprentice… if you’ll have me that is Master.
Creating Epic Boons on DDB
DDB Buyers' Guide
Hardcovers, DDB & You
Content Troubleshooting
My name is Asharin, or at least I think it is as the locals call me 'the witch of woods', 'the storyteller' or 'the wise woman', and I was once a member of a brave and renowned adventuring party, or at least I think I was, I get my names and places mixed up sometimes. We prepared to fight a Green Dragon that had laid claim to a city but our preperations were for nought as it turned out to be Red Dragon and my firends were slain. I retired to beocme a hermit, now in my 80th year I find the need for adventure again, or do I? My mind isn't what it once was but I feel my friends call once more.
*A character I want to play at some point, an 80yr old Lore Bard with a charisma of 8 and a mild case of dementia that tells stories and isn;t quite sure if they are real memories or not. Her name is an anagram of Raishan, the Green Dragon from the first cmapaign of Crit Role and having all her spells and abilities based on mimicing things from Vox Machina and its a possibility she would have actually been a failed reincarnation of the Diseased Deciever herself which could have been quite poetic give how she ended in the game.
Youngest daughter in a distant Noble family, I run away to avoid an unwanted marriage. Seeking to prove my individual worth, I head to the city where I have trusted contacts and unwavering support. I find a mentor to help me make the most of my natural and trained skills to become a rogue-Showing my family when I am ready that I don't have to marry to forward the family interests.
My Da always told me I was destined to be some odd special, like my Ma, and my Mema before her. I just figured that was something all fathers told their daughters until The Moon Goddess Lady Amberdine chose me to follow in their footsteps. But they both left me and Da for her, so I told her to cram it and swore an Oath to get even with her for stealing my Mama and Mema from me!
My mom was a magic user who died in a expirenint who Eliza was close with. Eliza (they/them) hates magic.there dad and and them both hate there sister mourn who uses magic like her mom. They blame magic to there moms death
Spider acolyte
cultist
“keep your enemies close and you gnomes even closer”- definitely, 100 percent, not gnomeish78
I am a Genasi abandoned at a young age and raised on the streets of a large city. I eventually found my father, a Djinni, and formed a pact with him. I became an adventurer after joining the army.
I always liked to tinker around with little machines and gizmos, and whenever anything would break in or around town I was always asked to fix it and was more than happy for the chance. One day a stranger named Professor Derby came to my hometown asking after me. She said that they had heard of me all the way up in Gnome country, and she invited me to join the Cunnamulla school of Artifice… on scholarship!!
Creating Epic Boons on DDB
DDB Buyers' Guide
Hardcovers, DDB & You
Content Troubleshooting
I present myself as one of the most prodigious wizards of our era.
In reality, I am nothing more than a filthy plagiarist: I take famous spells, and I change their names before putting my own name in front of them.
One day, I WILL become famous for creating truly original spells.
A sommelier by trade, I have amazing perception of sight, smell, and taste which made me excel in my field, and I worked at one of the top restaurants in my country's capital city. A regular of ours was the court wizard, and she approached me for help with a new potion she was making, as she thought I could apply my same senses to help her perfect it. I ended up being even better at potions than wine, and eventually replaced her when she retired. I am currently on sabbatical leave from my position, granted to me so that I can go out in search of a new taste "kokumi" which has supposedly been discovered in a far-off land.
(Four sentences not three but I hope you will forgive me.)
Oh I come from the land 'down-under', where Drow Queens rule and men plunder. Travelling with a Wizard called Kombi, on the trail we fought off zombies. We met a strange lady, and she made me nervous, when she took us in and made us breakfast. Fleeing from the hag called Brusel, she was 6ft 4 and made of muscle, we ran until we found a town that spoke our language and sat down here to eat our last sandwich.
*Heavily edited and still not quite 3 sentences but if you decided to play this character a heavy australian accent is mandatory. Just another idea brought on by listening to 80's music, namely 'Down Under' by Men at Work.
I was once nothing more than a killer, trained to be a living weapon and unleashed on whoever the generals decided. My life changed when a (insert appropiate low born individual) stepped in front of me and took the blow that should have ended my life. I feel their spirit urging me to be a better person and protect instead of kill, by my honour it shall be so.
*A little inspiration from the Rurouni Keshin anime/films....Starting off as a Monk with a multiclass to Oath of Redemption Paladin, always strking to KO instead of kill. Weapon usage would be a reverse bladed katana (so the cutting edge is on the back of the blade not the front so you deal bludgeoning damage instead of slashing, for ease of homebrew weapon just treat it as a cosmetic change to the quarterstaff)
Once a simple lab animal at a magic school. Subject to so many arcane experiments they became cognitive.
Escaped and saturated in magic, they survive, searching for a sense of belonging.
There once was a mighty gnoll terrorizing a small village.
As a sellsword, I was sent to kill the gnoll.
Imagine my surprise when I found out my employer's daughter was in love with the gnoll and her father merely did not approve of her boyfriend.
Because you were always good with creating mechanical toys as a kid, you decided to create useful mechanical things to sell to people as an adult.
Someone accidentally set loose your unfinished and malfunctioning mechanical behemoth into the marketplace causing the people to chase you out of town after the mayhem.
(It was totally your fault.)
Probably best as an Artificer class. Redemption, reappearance of the behemoth, and poor reputation story hooks available. Optionally can be played with the character insisting to be innocent in the events of the disaster despite that being untrue. All other character creation options still open. Character can be as serious or as silly as the player chooses.
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.