I sought wisdom, so I followed my pursuit to the wisdom shared by great dragons long ago. After years on my own, I felt I was ready for a greater purpose so I left to find my destiny. I followed my curiosity until I found a group of people also searching for their futures.
Centuries ago I was petrified by a medusa and left in an old tower. After the medusa died a banshee moved in who used me as a decorative piece until she put an amulet of greater healing around my neck. We were both shocked when I revived, but she turned out to be a kind patron to have.
I must uncover the secrets of magic, he, she or it commands me to do so. I have no knowledge of what he, she or it is but he, she or it whispers to me. My form changes, one eye where once there was two, but I see better than any with two eyes, I even see into others souls.
(an idea for a character that is turning into a Nothic, using any race with a cosmetic alteration of them having a single large eye instead of two and going for Great Old One Warlock with any pact but tome probably works best. Take Frost Bite and change the damage from Cold to Necrotic instead of Eldritch Blast, this becomes the Rotting Gaze ability of the Nothic, Frost bite works best for this as it mimics the save of teh Rotting Gaze ability but Chill Touch or Toll the Dead could also work. You do need to have a homebrew Invocation that mimics the Weird Insight ability and then load up with invocations that augment vision such as Devil/Eldritch/Witch Sight)
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I am a pug named Gup who was given sentience and was trained as a wizard, but whose real passion is in being a sous-chef. My crew are being sent to recover an artifact from an evil lich - duty calls and passions must be set aside. I only hope that my talent for being able to walk on my front paws is enough distraction for us to succeed.
(A wizard I made for the game The Adventure Zone: Bureau of Balance. Loved him so much, I made him as a wizard for D&D. Thank goodness for Custom Lineage lol)
I am a pug named Gup who was given sentience and was trained as a wizard, but whose real passion is in being a sous-chef. My crew are being sent to recover an artifact from an evil lich - duty calls and passions must be set aside. I only hope that my talent for being able to walk on my front paws is enough distraction for us to succeed.
(A wizard I made for the game The Adventure Zone: Bureau of Balance. Loved him so much, I made him as a wizard for D&D. Thank goodness for Custom Lineage lol)
You may not need a custom lineage for it if you wanted to play it (DM permitting), check out Dungeons & Doggies free pdf: https://steamforged.com/blogs/resources
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I was raised by my Fire Genasi tribe. They kicked me out after I accidentally burned the village (that was partially made of fire) to the ground. I’m trying to gain their forgiveness.
You grew up in a low-income/low-skill/uneducated/non-magical family where all the family had to work including you and your siblings.
You took up doing little gimmicky tricks as a sideshow on street corners for tips until you needed something more in life—a purpose and/or adventure.
Because you were not very good at spelling when making your sideshow sign, you became know as the Red Rogue despite never wearing red when performing.
Get it? The character's sideshow sign had Rouge versus Rogue.😜
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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 a chamber maid in the employ of Lady Gristeel of Conway, Yarl of Clan Conway and head of Twin Boars, the ancestral home of the Gristeel line. When Bonnie Jane Hrothmansdaughter was found poisoned one morning during a state visit to Twin Boars, I was accused and had to flee across the North Sea to this hot, sandy, stinking pisshole of a land where fresh fish is a delicacy I cannot afford, and I have to fight ruinous creatures for pay or bounty to buy… camel meat. But one day, I’ll return to the north, take this axe I’ve gotten quite good with, and bury it in whichever forehead belongs to the pōTÁCH that poisoned that poor noblegirl and started all this.
My bard has a background stolen from Romeo and Juliet - noble background, disgraced his family by falling in love with the wrong girl, travelling under an assumed name, girl believes he is dead. The bit I've added is that as a result of understanding how terrible it is to live under the weight of the world's expectations rather than being your own person, he has become a staunch feminist. He is banned from several brothels because he keeps trying to convert the ladies of the night to feminism and it turns out that's bad for business.
My name is Womble, I wander the aboveground making good use of the things that I find, things that the abovegound folk leave behind. I'm fastidiously clean and tidy, using my Uncle Bulgaris' map of the above ground to wander, free of the constraints of my clan below ground. I might seem devious, picking up bottles and tin but it's what I do, turning the leftovers of the aboveground into something new.
(For those of a certain age and location on the planet this might seem a bit familiar, for those that have no idea what this is, its based off of the opening theme song to the Wombles, a tv show that ran in the UK in the 1970's, they even had some top 40 hits in the UK which goes to show that not all the music from the 70's was good. D&D wise I'm thinking Deep Gnome with Guild Artisan and likely Artificer for background and class)
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First child of loving parents, paper merchants, but always the family’s black sheep so I joined the city guard as early as possible and learned to fight, track and kill magic-users. My little sister was only ten when I discovered her abilities, she was scared but I turned her in, it is the law, and got the recognition of the high cleric. A guardian angle of Pelor revivified me during an ambush with only a sun shaped scar on my chest to show it and now my head is filled with so many questions that I need answering.
Olga used to scout in the nomadic group of roaming marauders and techies, Roten Stern. She was scraped from the toxic asphalt, left for dead after an ambush, and was rescued to the Iron Heart, where a mixture of painkillers, technical implants and pure will to survive brought her back to the surface, almost 100% herself. Her only remnant of her old life is a spark of forgotten love and a hunger for revenge.
My name is Womble, I wander the aboveground making good use of the things that I find, things that the abovegound folk leave behind. I'm fastidiously clean and tidy, using my Uncle Bulgaris' map of the above ground to wander, free of the constraints of my clan below ground. I might seem devious, picking up bottles and tin but it's what I do, turning the leftovers of the aboveground into something new.
(For those of a certain age and location on the planet this might seem a bit familiar, for those that have no idea what this is, its based off of the opening theme song to the Wombles, a tv show that ran in the UK in the 1970's, they even had some top 40 hits in the UK which goes to show that not all the music from the 70's was good. D&D wise I'm thinking Deep Gnome with Guild Artisan and likely Artificer for background and class)
This is hilarious and I love it. Underground, overground, wombling free!
I'm a recently retired clerk for the imperial messaging service who was promised a pension which has yet to arrive. I couldn't afford to buy the good milk from the store last week so told Mary-Elsbeth I was going to speak to the emperor about it. I wish the youth of today would stop asking me for help and let me make my way to the Palace in peace.
Or
I'm the leader singer and bassist of luddite punk sensation The Pretty P****d Off! The rest of the group died when the guy we hired to provide magical visual effects turned out to be evil and stole the crowds souls. Its hit the fan base pretty hard but I'm determined to finish the tour.
Or
I'm an acolyte of the great god Diem. I pray to its choir of angels, be it Cassandra (Angel of Intellegence) or Thrud (Angel of Constitution), in all I undertake. I hope to impress the chaotic Lord Diem, who decides the fate of the world on the roll of a die, so they may find me worthy enough to spare from an ignominious and unimportant death.
I'm the leader singer and bassist of luddite punk sensation The Pretty P****d Off! The rest of the group died when the guy we hired to provide magical visual effects turned out to be evil and stole the crowds souls. Its hit the fan base pretty hard but I'm determined to finish the tour.
By any chance were you in a long running YA tv series when you were younger? Lol. I love the idea of a punk (or death metal) band just getting on with it whilst chaos ensues around them. It has echoes of the Mariachi trilogy and Dusk 'til Dawn.
Cheers. Yeah my group likes to mess about and have a laugh in our game (not in the ruin the game sort of way though) so we tend to have stupid stories like this for our characters.
The YA TV series would have been brought in if it was a backstory in 4 sentences!
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I sought wisdom, so I followed my pursuit to the wisdom shared by great dragons long ago. After years on my own, I felt I was ready for a greater purpose so I left to find my destiny. I followed my curiosity until I found a group of people also searching for their futures.
Thank you!
I am also here.
Am snek.
Apparently, I died. I was brought back to life by a kind person, but I'm different now. I want to use this new body and new gifts to do some good.
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Oh! a Reborn, huh? I have one of those too:
Centuries ago I was petrified by a medusa and left in an old tower. After the medusa died a banshee moved in who used me as a decorative piece until she put an amulet of greater healing around my neck. We were both shocked when I revived, but she turned out to be a kind patron to have.
(Reborn, Undead Warlock.)
I am also here.
Am snek.
I must uncover the secrets of magic, he, she or it commands me to do so. I have no knowledge of what he, she or it is but he, she or it whispers to me. My form changes, one eye where once there was two, but I see better than any with two eyes, I even see into others souls.
(an idea for a character that is turning into a Nothic, using any race with a cosmetic alteration of them having a single large eye instead of two and going for Great Old One Warlock with any pact but tome probably works best. Take Frost Bite and change the damage from Cold to Necrotic instead of Eldritch Blast, this becomes the Rotting Gaze ability of the Nothic, Frost bite works best for this as it mimics the save of teh Rotting Gaze ability but Chill Touch or Toll the Dead could also work. You do need to have a homebrew Invocation that mimics the Weird Insight ability and then load up with invocations that augment vision such as Devil/Eldritch/Witch Sight)
I am a pug named Gup who was given sentience and was trained as a wizard, but whose real passion is in being a sous-chef. My crew are being sent to recover an artifact from an evil lich - duty calls and passions must be set aside. I only hope that my talent for being able to walk on my front paws is enough distraction for us to succeed.
(A wizard I made for the game The Adventure Zone: Bureau of Balance. Loved him so much, I made him as a wizard for D&D. Thank goodness for Custom Lineage lol)
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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You may not need a custom lineage for it if you wanted to play it (DM permitting), check out Dungeons & Doggies free pdf: https://steamforged.com/blogs/resources
This is amazing! Thank you for the info!
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I was raised by my Fire Genasi tribe. They kicked me out after I accidentally burned the village (that was partially made of fire) to the ground. I’m trying to gain their forgiveness.
Rogue of any heritage, alignment, and level.
You grew up in a low-income/low-skill/uneducated/non-magical family where all the family had to work including you and your siblings.
You took up doing little gimmicky tricks as a sideshow on street corners for tips until you needed something more in life—a purpose and/or adventure.
Because you were not very good at spelling when making your sideshow sign, you became know as the Red Rogue despite never wearing red when performing.
Get it? The character's sideshow sign had Rouge versus Rogue.😜
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.
Grew up learning to become a doctor in Barovia and died trying to escape on a Vistani wagon.
Revived by a cleric in the sword coast, but it went wrong.
Now studying necromancy to cast clone to fix himself.
I was a chamber maid in the employ of Lady Gristeel of Conway, Yarl of Clan Conway and head of Twin Boars, the ancestral home of the Gristeel line. When Bonnie Jane Hrothmansdaughter was found poisoned one morning during a state visit to Twin Boars, I was accused and had to flee across the North Sea to this hot, sandy, stinking pisshole of a land where fresh fish is a delicacy I cannot afford, and I have to fight ruinous creatures for pay or bounty to buy… camel meat. But one day, I’ll return to the north, take this axe I’ve gotten quite good with, and bury it in whichever forehead belongs to the pōTÁCH that poisoned that poor noblegirl and started all this.
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My bard has a background stolen from Romeo and Juliet - noble background, disgraced his family by falling in love with the wrong girl, travelling under an assumed name, girl believes he is dead. The bit I've added is that as a result of understanding how terrible it is to live under the weight of the world's expectations rather than being your own person, he has become a staunch feminist. He is banned from several brothels because he keeps trying to convert the ladies of the night to feminism and it turns out that's bad for business.
My name is Womble, I wander the aboveground making good use of the things that I find, things that the abovegound folk leave behind. I'm fastidiously clean and tidy, using my Uncle Bulgaris' map of the above ground to wander, free of the constraints of my clan below ground. I might seem devious, picking up bottles and tin but it's what I do, turning the leftovers of the aboveground into something new.
(For those of a certain age and location on the planet this might seem a bit familiar, for those that have no idea what this is, its based off of the opening theme song to the Wombles, a tv show that ran in the UK in the 1970's, they even had some top 40 hits in the UK which goes to show that not all the music from the 70's was good. D&D wise I'm thinking Deep Gnome with Guild Artisan and likely Artificer for background and class)
First child of loving parents, paper merchants, but always the family’s black sheep so I joined the city guard as early as possible and learned to fight, track and kill magic-users.
My little sister was only ten when I discovered her abilities, she was scared but I turned her in, it is the law, and got the recognition of the high cleric.
A guardian angle of Pelor revivified me during an ambush with only a sun shaped scar on my chest to show it and now my head is filled with so many questions that I need answering.
For a post-apocalyptic home brew setting:
Olga used to scout in the nomadic group of roaming marauders and techies, Roten Stern.
She was scraped from the toxic asphalt, left for dead after an ambush, and was rescued to the Iron Heart, where a mixture of painkillers, technical implants and pure will to survive brought her back to the surface, almost 100% herself.
Her only remnant of her old life is a spark of forgotten love and a hunger for revenge.
This is hilarious and I love it. Underground, overground, wombling free!
I'm a recently retired clerk for the imperial messaging service who was promised a pension which has yet to arrive. I couldn't afford to buy the good milk from the store last week so told Mary-Elsbeth I was going to speak to the emperor about it. I wish the youth of today would stop asking me for help and let me make my way to the Palace in peace.
Or
I'm the leader singer and bassist of luddite punk sensation The Pretty P****d Off! The rest of the group died when the guy we hired to provide magical visual effects turned out to be evil and stole the crowds souls. Its hit the fan base pretty hard but I'm determined to finish the tour.
Or
I'm an acolyte of the great god Diem. I pray to its choir of angels, be it Cassandra (Angel of Intellegence) or Thrud (Angel of Constitution), in all I undertake. I hope to impress the chaotic Lord Diem, who decides the fate of the world on the roll of a die, so they may find me worthy enough to spare from an ignominious and unimportant death.
By any chance were you in a long running YA tv series when you were younger? Lol. I love the idea of a punk (or death metal) band just getting on with it whilst chaos ensues around them. It has echoes of the Mariachi trilogy and Dusk 'til Dawn.
Cheers. Yeah my group likes to mess about and have a laugh in our game (not in the ruin the game sort of way though) so we tend to have stupid stories like this for our characters.
The YA TV series would have been brought in if it was a backstory in 4 sentences!