Rises was originally in a group of thieves. They did it more for the fun then the money. However when they started to go into debt they got stressed and had to do a big heist. One of his teammates messed up and got everyone caught. 2 were in jail, 1 was killed, and now he's the only one free. He's now a cold freelance contractor, that no longer trusts allies and only cares for the money.
This is in my character's point of view, taking place when he is talking to someone he met in a tavern. Just so you know.
He's a Reborn, and wears a long black cloak with a deep cowl (hood) that covers his face. He also wears a mask that covers his face, half of which is torn off. The mask resembles a fanged skull with horns. His hair is thick, black, and constantly messy due to it being almost always covered by his hood. Depending on his emotions, his red eyes will glow dimmer or brighter. The backstory is told in his point of view. Oh, and Nevaeh, the other person in there, is another one of my characters. Pay no attention to it please.
My father killed me several years ago. I escaped from the grave and have lived in hiding ever since, haunted by my missing memories and afraid of hurting others. All I remembered at the time was my name, the face of the my father, and the face of my closest friend. Don't ask me who she is. I still don't remember. I've convinced myself that being away from the living is for the best, and have existed in this way for years, only venturing into villages and towns when absolutely necessary. When I do, I tend to stay in the dark corners of the streets or the tavern. People tend to steer clear of me in return, but obviously not you, since you decided to join me here. If you really want me to, I guess I'll join you and your friends, if only to see what's going to happen to you all. You seem interesting enough, Nevaeh. You may call me Ezra.
(do not tell campaign members the next bit unless they specifically ask)
Why am I a Haunted One? Shadows follow me, no matter where I go, no matter what I do. Living shadows.
This is from my Extremely Hombrew Ranger Named, Thalor
Race: Human/ Wraith (Homebrew Undead)
Class: Ranger
Background: Soldier
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Born into a Military Family, Thalor was always looking to impress his constantly soldiering parents. He never got through to them, but his siblings did. This caused an extreme distaste for his three other siblings. As He aged, he left behind his family for mercenary work. This did not work for Thalor, resulting in his leaving this line of work. He then joined a Ranger Group. He then was sent by his commanding officers to war against a Kingdom of Wood Elves. He was well versed in Guerilla Tactics. Ambushing supply convoys. He was given a promotion to Lieutenant during this time. On the Evening after his promotion, He Joined his comrades at a tavern, where he celebrated well into the evening. Later, As he left, he was approached by a group of hooded men and women. They asked him to come with them upon hearing this. A Drunken Thalor Took up his blade. Being disoriented, he was easily knocked unconscious by a club. He awoke in some sanctum, surrounded by more of these Hooded Figures. They Proceeded to set and subdue him onto an altar of sorts. Where they took up a Sacrificial blade. A Chant began, and his throat was slit. He was surrounded by darkness as he bled on the altar. A silence fell over the room, even though they still chanted. He finally succumbed.
He then opened his eyes, and a wind rushed past him, and he stood on a black plain. He stepped forward into the darkness. Only to find a Stone Pedastal in front of him. On it, a Mask. Made of steel. He took it, Examining it. He reluctantly put it on. A Burning sensation Rippled around his body. He knelt in pain. He looks down at his hands. Noticing he was clad in light armor. A Piercing light then erupted from the darkness around him. He found himself in the dim torchlight of the sanctum, the people standing around him. He sat up, a rage overcoming his awe. He then rushed to one of the hooded people. This was the one who had killed him. He then ripped the dagger from the hands of the hooded man. He then began to eviscerate him brutally. He then turned to the others. Slaying them as well.
He now roams this earth, hunting any who pose a threat to him.
Valna was found orphaned outside a monastery as an infant with a note attached to her blanket that read "please take care of her" and raised by monks from the Old Order.
While traveling to Neverwinter to look for work after hearing how the city is returning to its former glory, Valna was attacked by a group of goblins she couldn't fight alone, then another elf who called herself Fey joined the fight to help when they saw what was happening. As Seldarine would have it that day, Althaea joined the fight to finish the last creature who was trying to sneak behind us. After that we formed a bond and decided to stick together working in the city we were all unfamiliar with.
Mason Hall was the sole heir to a Noble family. He grew up listening to stories of how his grandfather was knighted and brought their lineage from a middle class family to a life of nobility. When he was a young boy he became close friends with Claire Evergreen, the half elf daughter of one of his family's elven maids: Bernadette Evergreen. However his parents dissapproved of their friendship, and forbade the two from associating any more than Master and servant.This was Mason's first introduction to his parent's bigotry of species that weren't human, nor nobles. In an attempt to keep their future generations "untouched by common filth" (As his parent's so eloquently put it) Mason was introduced to girls his age from differnet Noble families from and around Stilon, hoping love would blossom. But Mason found them all rude, snobby and obnoxious. At night he and Claire would have secret rendevous that continued from when they were 10 until 15. Afterwards the two dated in secret, sharing their first kiss at 16 and giving each other their virginities on the eve of Mason's 18th birthday. His parent's were appalled when they found Claire naked in their son's bed the next morning. She and her mother were banished from the Mansion grounds and moved to a house deeper in Stilon. Mason's parent's had arranged a marriage between their son and Amber Vermillion, the daughter of a knight from a neighboring town. Fed up with his parent's bigotry, unfairness to those of lower social status', and not wanting to marry Amber, Mason left his town and family behind. During his journey he found a paladin living in a cabin in the woods and was taken under his wing. After two years of training he was given a sword, chainmail armor and a cloak that his mentor, Leopold Ford, wore when he was much younger. Now, going by Mason Ford, he travels the world as a paladin to cease any wrong doings and uphold justice as his mentor taught him. He thinks of his first love, Claire, at night and plans to go back to Stiln someday to see her, but is too afraid to confront his parents, unsure if he'd be welcomed home with open arms or scornful looks.
This is for my first charcter, a rougue
Rises was originally in a group of thieves. They did it more for the fun then the money. However when they started to go into debt they got stressed and had to do a big heist. One of his teammates messed up and got everyone caught. 2 were in jail, 1 was killed, and now he's the only one free. He's now a cold freelance contractor, that no longer trusts allies and only cares for the money.
This is in my character's point of view, taking place when he is talking to someone he met in a tavern. Just so you know.
He's a Reborn, and wears a long black cloak with a deep cowl (hood) that covers his face. He also wears a mask that covers his face, half of which is torn off. The mask resembles a fanged skull with horns. His hair is thick, black, and constantly messy due to it being almost always covered by his hood. Depending on his emotions, his red eyes will glow dimmer or brighter. The backstory is told in his point of view. Oh, and Nevaeh, the other person in there, is another one of my characters. Pay no attention to it please.
My father killed me several years ago. I escaped from the grave and have lived in hiding ever since, haunted by my missing memories and afraid of hurting others. All I remembered at the time was my name, the face of the my father, and the face of my closest friend. Don't ask me who she is. I still don't remember. I've convinced myself that being away from the living is for the best, and have existed in this way for years, only venturing into villages and towns when absolutely necessary. When I do, I tend to stay in the dark corners of the streets or the tavern. People tend to steer clear of me in return, but obviously not you, since you decided to join me here. If you really want me to, I guess I'll join you and your friends, if only to see what's going to happen to you all. You seem interesting enough, Nevaeh. You may call me Ezra.
(do not tell campaign members the next bit unless they specifically ask)
Why am I a Haunted One? Shadows follow me, no matter where I go, no matter what I do. Living shadows.
This is from my Extremely Hombrew Ranger Named, Thalor
Race: Human/ Wraith (Homebrew Undead)
Class: Ranger
Background: Soldier
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Born into a Military Family, Thalor was always looking to impress his constantly soldiering parents. He never got through to them, but his siblings did. This caused an extreme distaste for his three other siblings. As He aged, he left behind his family for mercenary work. This did not work for Thalor, resulting in his leaving this line of work. He then joined a Ranger Group. He then was sent by his commanding officers to war against a Kingdom of Wood Elves. He was well versed in Guerilla Tactics. Ambushing supply convoys. He was given a promotion to Lieutenant during this time. On the Evening after his promotion, He Joined his comrades at a tavern, where he celebrated well into the evening. Later, As he left, he was approached by a group of hooded men and women. They asked him to come with them upon hearing this. A Drunken Thalor Took up his blade. Being disoriented, he was easily knocked unconscious by a club. He awoke in some sanctum, surrounded by more of these Hooded Figures. They Proceeded to set and subdue him onto an altar of sorts. Where they took up a Sacrificial blade. A Chant began, and his throat was slit. He was surrounded by darkness as he bled on the altar. A silence fell over the room, even though they still chanted. He finally succumbed.
He then opened his eyes, and a wind rushed past him, and he stood on a black plain. He stepped forward into the darkness. Only to find a Stone Pedastal in front of him. On it, a Mask. Made of steel. He took it, Examining it. He reluctantly put it on. A Burning sensation Rippled around his body. He knelt in pain. He looks down at his hands. Noticing he was clad in light armor. A Piercing light then erupted from the darkness around him. He found himself in the dim torchlight of the sanctum, the people standing around him. He sat up, a rage overcoming his awe. He then rushed to one of the hooded people. This was the one who had killed him. He then ripped the dagger from the hands of the hooded man. He then began to eviscerate him brutally. He then turned to the others. Slaying them as well.
He now roams this earth, hunting any who pose a threat to him.
Valna was found orphaned outside a monastery as an infant with a note attached to her blanket that read "please take care of her" and raised by monks from the Old Order.
While traveling to Neverwinter to look for work after hearing how the city is returning to its former glory, Valna was attacked by a group of goblins she couldn't fight alone, then another elf who called herself Fey joined the fight to help when they saw what was happening. As Seldarine would have it that day, Althaea joined the fight to finish the last creature who was trying to sneak behind us. After that we formed a bond and decided to stick together working in the city we were all unfamiliar with.
Mason Hall
Mason Hall was the sole heir to a Noble family. He grew up listening to stories of how his grandfather was knighted and brought their lineage from a middle class family to a life of nobility. When he was a young boy he became close friends with Claire Evergreen, the half elf daughter of one of his family's elven maids: Bernadette Evergreen. However his parents dissapproved of their friendship, and forbade the two from associating any more than Master and servant.This was Mason's first introduction to his parent's bigotry of species that weren't human, nor nobles. In an attempt to keep their future generations "untouched by common filth" (As his parent's so eloquently put it) Mason was introduced to girls his age from differnet Noble families from and around Stilon, hoping love would blossom. But Mason found them all rude, snobby and obnoxious. At night he and Claire would have secret rendevous that continued from when they were 10 until 15. Afterwards the two dated in secret, sharing their first kiss at 16 and giving each other their virginities on the eve of Mason's 18th birthday. His parent's were appalled when they found Claire naked in their son's bed the next morning. She and her mother were banished from the Mansion grounds and moved to a house deeper in Stilon. Mason's parent's had arranged a marriage between their son and Amber Vermillion, the daughter of a knight from a neighboring town. Fed up with his parent's bigotry, unfairness to those of lower social status', and not wanting to marry Amber, Mason left his town and family behind. During his journey he found a paladin living in a cabin in the woods and was taken under his wing. After two years of training he was given a sword, chainmail armor and a cloak that his mentor, Leopold Ford, wore when he was much younger. Now, going by Mason Ford, he travels the world as a paladin to cease any wrong doings and uphold justice as his mentor taught him. He thinks of his first love, Claire, at night and plans to go back to Stiln someday to see her, but is too afraid to confront his parents, unsure if he'd be welcomed home with open arms or scornful looks.
all good, rlly wanna break the promise of not using these amazing backstories!