(an imp flies into view passed the hulking individualy that just spoke)
Oh Hi there don't worry about this old lug, he's not dead just a bit slow. I'm Percy, this is Gallow Marksway. He sort of died but a friend of a friend of mine brought him back to life and no he most definetly is NOT undead. Were here just o make sure things stay dead.
**Gallow Marksway: Reborn with Guild Artisan (Undertasker) background and Undying Warlock with Pact of Chain to give him Percy the Imp as a familiar. Percy does most of the talking but Gallow can talk he just does it very slowly. Spell casting not really a priority and a multiclass to Monk for Unarmoured Defense and hand to hand fighting is the way to go, the only spell I think would get used is Tol the Dead but thats just for thematic reasons. Cyber cookie to anyone who gets the insiration for this one........
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I was raised on the road to adventure by my single mother, who was a renowned fighter sought by parties far and wide for her might, tactical acumen, and skill with a blade. Tagging along with her for all those years I inevitably picked up a variety of adventuring skills from not only her, but all of the adventurers she worked over the course of her career. Now that she’s retired, I have taken over “the family business” and she’s tags along with me on my adventures across the land (it’s only awkward when it comes time to celebrate a victory…).
i was from another time, but one night, when i went to sleep, i was visited by this super powerful god, who took my phone and changed its shape to resemble itself.
and then it made me fall out of a crack in the sky (that was actually a rift defying the realms of time and space) that happened to be about 500+ ft above the highest mountain in the country.
i made some friends with the locals, who kindly helped me.
sorry, but i kinda went with the Pokemon: Legends Arceus backstory, but oh well
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he/him asexual panromantic legally certified dumb piece of shit who will **** around and find out, one way or another Monster Hunter fan (Stygian Zinogre and Ivory Lagiacrus are kickass; change my mind)
"I'm not evil, I'm just a problem. Like, the government is aware of that fact, but since I'm never a high priority, I'm constantly just a significant inconvenience to society."
Perhaps eaten by an interdimensional creature and where offered reincarnation by a druid who's hoping to diversify her villages inbred gene pool. It could be fun to share the message that equal and identical are different words and can exist separately
Imagine being kicked and beaten and called a worthless cur and told you’re no good every day and you just imagined my childhood. Imagine sneaking into the bastards room one night, stealing everything of worth, and shanking him in his sleep and you just imagined my 16th birthday present to myself. Is it any real wonder I grew up to be a backstabbing sneak thief mercenary?
When I left home, I knew nothing of the world. I trusted a group of travelers I encountered on the road, but when I woke up the next day, all my things were gone, including the locket given to me by my father. Now I look for those who have wronged me so I may get my locket back.
I was once an infamous thief, burglar and general ne'er do well until the law caught with me. I spent nearly 20 years in prison paying for the numerous crimes I commited and it was in my cell that I was visited by an angel. Most of my previous roguish abilities have long since vanished from my mind but the angel has blessed me and now I am free I will seek to bring those who share my previous abilities to justice.
*This one is the backstory of one my of players in my current campaign, it uses Variant human for race, Criminal for a background to represent nearly forgotten Rogue abilities and the actually a Single classed Celestial Warlock and he 'sneak attacks' using a combo of a rapier created with Pact of Blade, the Martial Adept feat and the Eldritch Smite invocation.
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It wasn’t easy becoming an adventurer, lemme tell ya it was actually a whole lot of hard, hard work. All the countless hours training and practicing and the early “warm up” jobs I did to shake out the chinks in my skills were absolutely terrifying for a rookie… I swear it was a miracle I saw my 18th birthday. But here I am, I finally made it to the big time and I’m ready to make a name for myself… so keep your ears open for the name Jannette P. Gilderleaf, because you’re gonna be hearing a lot about me in the future.
Ya know, sometimes life can surprise the hells outta ya when ya least expect it. Take me for example: I was a nobody sneakthief in Specularum, responsible to no one but myself and without a care in the world. But I picked the wrong pocket and suddenly next thing I know, I’m part of this here band of self proclaimed “adventurers” seeking my fortune in far off lands I’d never even heard of before. •Shrugs•
As an orphan adopted by an order of knights, I was raised on the sounds of steel clashing against steel, and the general din of combat. By the age of 12 I was already better with a blade than some of the aspirants who came looking to join the order. Now that I am of age, I must set out to earn my place in the world so I can return to the order and claim my rightful place as one of its knights errant.
In my clan there are whispered rumours of two ancestors that were killed in battle and rose from the dead and were now unkillable unless their heads were cut from their body. Tales were told of others people from other clans and other civilisations of a similar affliction and that they hunted each other to claim a prize. I found myself risen from the dead and I will search out my ancestors Connor and Duncan and see what I can learn from them, all I know for now is a cryptic whisper in my mind that repeats "there can be only one".
**Reborn idea that may or may not be influnced by certain films/tv series pertaining to Clan Mcleod.
In my clan there are whispered rumours of two ancestors that were killed in battle and rose from the dead and were now unkillable unless their heads were cut from their body. Tales were told of others people from other clans and other civilisations of a similar affliction and that they hunted each other to claim a prize. I found myself risen from the dead and I will search out my ancestors Connor and Duncan and see what I can learn from them, all I know for now is a cryptic whisper in my mind that repeats "there can be only one".
**Reborn idea that may or may not be influnced by certain films/tv series pertaining to Clan Mcleod.
I was but a simple lass from a simple family until the orcs came, then I was a slave without a family. After years of working in the clan chieftain’s hut as a serving girl, I accidentally angered him and he threw me into the fighting pits against a wild hyena, I don’t know how I survived. One of the other slaves took me in and trained me to fight, and when the adventurers attacked the camp I offered to help if they freed me, so here I am….
I was a simple smith who woke up with a knife to my neck one night. A raiding party abducted me and took me deep into the underdark. I escaped my captors and must navigate the underdark to find my way home.
I was once a war cleric for the dwarven armies, but the horrors and guilt I saw on the battelfield changed that. I now believe Moradin's gifts should be used for peace.
It was a beautiful spring evening when I snuck down to the creek with Shaerla-Jean from the next farm over for moonlight stroll, that’s where we heard the raiders coming. We ran back to warn our families… but the raiders beat us to them and we could see the houses burning on the distance. We got separated when we each went to check on our own, and I haven’t seen her since, but one of these days I’ll catch up to those raiders and rescue Shaerla-Jean… or die tryin.’
Thanks to various heartaches in your youth, you formerly determined that the only thing that matters is wealth.
Through smart dealings, you became wealthy at the cost of friendship, family, and any relations with fellow people.
After a nighttime visitation of three visions: the good times from past events, the current lives of people affected by your ways, and the eventual results of all your efforts should they remain the same, you decide that charitable acts, friends and family, and neighborly attitudes from this point onward is what will make life fulfilling.
(For Good-Aligned-like characters. A Christmas Carol is out of copyright restrictions.)😜
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 but a plain and simple tailor at a trading juncture, an exile from my homeland, and accused of being a spy. An envoy from my homeland offered me amnesty and told me I would be allowed back home if I but killed some political refugees who were seeking asylum. The envoy double crossed me, and now I am on the run, wanted by two nations with none to call my own.
UUGGGHHHH.....Rest....In...Piece......
(an imp flies into view passed the hulking individualy that just spoke)
Oh Hi there don't worry about this old lug, he's not dead just a bit slow. I'm Percy, this is Gallow Marksway. He sort of died but a friend of a friend of mine brought him back to life and no he most definetly is NOT undead. Were here just o make sure things stay dead.
**Gallow Marksway: Reborn with Guild Artisan (Undertasker) background and Undying Warlock with Pact of Chain to give him Percy the Imp as a familiar. Percy does most of the talking but Gallow can talk he just does it very slowly. Spell casting not really a priority and a multiclass to Monk for Unarmoured Defense and hand to hand fighting is the way to go, the only spell I think would get used is Tol the Dead but thats just for thematic reasons. Cyber cookie to anyone who gets the insiration for this one........
I was raised on the road to adventure by my single mother, who was a renowned fighter sought by parties far and wide for her might, tactical acumen, and skill with a blade. Tagging along with her for all those years I inevitably picked up a variety of adventuring skills from not only her, but all of the adventurers she worked over the course of her career. Now that she’s retired, I have taken over “the family business” and she’s tags along with me on my adventures across the land (it’s only awkward when it comes time to celebrate a victory…).
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i was from another time, but one night, when i went to sleep, i was visited by this super powerful god, who took my phone and changed its shape to resemble itself.
and then it made me fall out of a crack in the sky (that was actually a rift defying the realms of time and space) that happened to be about 500+ ft above the highest mountain in the country.
i made some friends with the locals, who kindly helped me.
sorry, but i kinda went with the Pokemon: Legends Arceus backstory, but oh well
he/him
asexual panromantic
legally certified dumb piece of shit who will **** around and find out, one way or another
Monster Hunter fan (Stygian Zinogre and Ivory Lagiacrus are kickass; change my mind)
"I'm not evil, I'm just a problem. Like, the government is aware of that fact, but since I'm never a high priority, I'm constantly just a significant inconvenience to society."
Perhaps eaten by an interdimensional creature and where offered reincarnation by a druid who's hoping to diversify her villages inbred gene pool. It could be fun to share the message that equal and identical are different words and can exist separately
Imagine being kicked and beaten and called a worthless cur and told you’re no good every day and you just imagined my childhood. Imagine sneaking into the bastards room one night, stealing everything of worth, and shanking him in his sleep and you just imagined my 16th birthday present to myself. Is it any real wonder I grew up to be a backstabbing sneak thief mercenary?
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When I left home, I knew nothing of the world. I trusted a group of travelers I encountered on the road, but when I woke up the next day, all my things were gone, including the locket given to me by my father. Now I look for those who have wronged me so I may get my locket back.
DM mostly, Player occasionally | Session 0 form | He/Him/They/Them
EXTENDED SIGNATURE!
Doctor/Published Scholar/Science and Healthcare Advocate/Critter/Trekkie/Gandalf with a Glock
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Check out my life-changing
I was once an infamous thief, burglar and general ne'er do well until the law caught with me. I spent nearly 20 years in prison paying for the numerous crimes I commited and it was in my cell that I was visited by an angel. Most of my previous roguish abilities have long since vanished from my mind but the angel has blessed me and now I am free I will seek to bring those who share my previous abilities to justice.
*This one is the backstory of one my of players in my current campaign, it uses Variant human for race, Criminal for a background to represent nearly forgotten Rogue abilities and the actually a Single classed Celestial Warlock and he 'sneak attacks' using a combo of a rapier created with Pact of Blade, the Martial Adept feat and the Eldritch Smite invocation.
It wasn’t easy becoming an adventurer, lemme tell ya it was actually a whole lot of hard, hard work. All the countless hours training and practicing and the early “warm up” jobs I did to shake out the chinks in my skills were absolutely terrifying for a rookie… I swear it was a miracle I saw my 18th birthday. But here I am, I finally made it to the big time and I’m ready to make a name for myself… so keep your ears open for the name Jannette P. Gilderleaf, because you’re gonna be hearing a lot about me in the future.
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Ya know, sometimes life can surprise the hells outta ya when ya least expect it. Take me for example: I was a nobody sneakthief in Specularum, responsible to no one but myself and without a care in the world. But I picked the wrong pocket and suddenly next thing I know, I’m part of this here band of self proclaimed “adventurers” seeking my fortune in far off lands I’d never even heard of before. •Shrugs•
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As an orphan adopted by an order of knights, I was raised on the sounds of steel clashing against steel, and the general din of combat. By the age of 12 I was already better with a blade than some of the aspirants who came looking to join the order. Now that I am of age, I must set out to earn my place in the world so I can return to the order and claim my rightful place as one of its knights errant.
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Hardcovers, DDB & You
Content Troubleshooting
In my clan there are whispered rumours of two ancestors that were killed in battle and rose from the dead and were now unkillable unless their heads were cut from their body. Tales were told of others people from other clans and other civilisations of a similar affliction and that they hunted each other to claim a prize. I found myself risen from the dead and I will search out my ancestors Connor and Duncan and see what I can learn from them, all I know for now is a cryptic whisper in my mind that repeats "there can be only one".
**Reborn idea that may or may not be influnced by certain films/tv series pertaining to Clan Mcleod.
I dig it.
I was but a simple lass from a simple family until the orcs came, then I was a slave without a family. After years of working in the clan chieftain’s hut as a serving girl, I accidentally angered him and he threw me into the fighting pits against a wild hyena, I don’t know how I survived. One of the other slaves took me in and trained me to fight, and when the adventurers attacked the camp I offered to help if they freed me, so here I am….
I was a simple smith who woke up with a knife to my neck one night. A raiding party abducted me and took me deep into the underdark. I escaped my captors and must navigate the underdark to find my way home.
DM mostly, Player occasionally | Session 0 form | He/Him/They/Them
EXTENDED SIGNATURE!
Doctor/Published Scholar/Science and Healthcare Advocate/Critter/Trekkie/Gandalf with a Glock
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Check out my life-changing
I was once a war cleric for the dwarven armies, but the horrors and guilt I saw on the battelfield changed that. I now believe Moradin's gifts should be used for peace.
I am also here.
Am snek.
That's only two sentences. You owe us a sentence! Harrumph!
Anzio Faro. Protector Aasimar light cleric. Lvl 18.
Viktor Gavriil. White dragonborn grave cleric. Lvl 20.
Ikram Sahir ibn-Malik al-Sayyid Ra'ad. Brass dragonborn draconic sorcerer Lvl 9. Fire elemental devil.
Wrangler of cats.
It was a beautiful spring evening when I snuck down to the creek with Shaerla-Jean from the next farm over for moonlight stroll, that’s where we heard the raiders coming. We ran back to warn our families… but the raiders beat us to them and we could see the houses burning on the distance. We got separated when we each went to check on our own, and I haven’t seen her since, but one of these days I’ll catch up to those raiders and rescue Shaerla-Jean… or die tryin.’
Creating Epic Boons on DDB
DDB Buyers' Guide
Hardcovers, DDB & You
Content Troubleshooting
Thanks to various heartaches in your youth, you formerly determined that the only thing that matters is wealth.
Through smart dealings, you became wealthy at the cost of friendship, family, and any relations with fellow people.
After a nighttime visitation of three visions: the good times from past events, the current lives of people affected by your ways, and the eventual results of all your efforts should they remain the same, you decide that charitable acts, friends and family, and neighborly attitudes from this point onward is what will make life fulfilling.
(For Good-Aligned-like characters. A Christmas Carol is out of copyright restrictions.)😜
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 but a plain and simple tailor at a trading juncture, an exile from my homeland, and accused of being a spy. An envoy from my homeland offered me amnesty and told me I would be allowed back home if I but killed some political refugees who were seeking asylum. The envoy double crossed me, and now I am on the run, wanted by two nations with none to call my own.
Creating Epic Boons on DDB
DDB Buyers' Guide
Hardcovers, DDB & You
Content Troubleshooting
This thread id useful for NPC's I like it