Game: D&D 5e Group preferred: Online Experience: 4 consistent years Location/Timezone: PST Availability: Early Afternoons to Nights Preferred role: Player Game style: A mix between role play and combat as I enjoy both sides of dnd greatly.
I would like to play my Variant Human Monk (Hiryu). I have been looking for a midweek game for some time, but im also free on Sunday's. I have the character fully complete and ready to go with a detailed backstory to go along with it and able to be used by the dm for character story or character ark(which I prefer)that can be easily adapted into most settings. If you want to get in contact with me here is my discord (Xavierler#3804) please message me there. To finish this of I will leave the backstory of my character here if anyone is interested.
At a young age I was orphaned. For my father left early in my life. Early enough where I don’t remember him. My mother was trying to raise me on her own with nothing to her name. She decided that I shouldn’t suffer through her pain and troubles, so she took me to a secluded dojo out in the woods, miles away from any town or city. This dojo only held one person, my soon to be master Jujinko. My mother thought I would be better off with one who could care and protect me better than she could currently, so she convinced the master to look after me and take me on as his pupil. Ever since the age of five I have lived and trained under the guidance of Jujinko. He had instilled an important ideal to me early in my training. “There can be no light without darkness, but to much of one or the other you become blind to the rest.” Around the age of ten a woman and her son had appeared at the dojo. When I greeted her, she had asked for master Jujinko. She had asked him if her son Gerrik could train under him for he was a hot headed boy with a wild fire spirit that could use a little taming. Jujinko contemplated and by his face I could tell this was an important decision to him. He decided that he would take Gerrik in. At the beginning, Gerrik and I definitely didn’t get along. We butted heads constantly, and of course we would use what we learned on each other. This usually ended with one of us having to clean the whole dojo, or doing a water run all on our own. However this didn’t stop us from doing time and time again. Later on in our years we began to become more and more connected. Less fighting and more learning from one another. At this point he became more than a fellow student, and more than a friend. He was my brother. However with age I became more patient and understanding, and Gerrik was exactly what his mother wanted, I think. For he was still hot headed and impatient, but definitely incomparable now to how he was in his youth. Eventually we started doing more outgoing chores for Jujinko as we were getting and could handle societal situations with a more mature mind. This was nothing like a chore to me as I have always wanted to travel, explore the world and try new things. This was the closest I could come to it.
One day, master Jujinko had asked us if we traveled along a caravan that had something important for he had to make sure it got to its destination. I accepted immediately as this would be a chance to travel outside the dojo the furthest I ever had. Surprisingly, Gerrik wanted to come along on this trip. The trip was long, as it was a fortnight long journey with very little to do. On our way back I had a dark feeling grow, like if I was hit with great grief, so did Gerrik. We rushed home only to find it silent and barren. We searched, and found out that further in the dojo was thrashed and battered. We opened the door to Jujinkos room only to find him dead with blood splattered on the walls. We had little time of grief for him as we could feel a dark presence over the dojo. Gerrik had stormed out determined to find his killer and take him down. I however. Sat and thought. Thought about everything Jujinko had taught me. Learn through experience, always show compassion for those who are need, and that the true answers lie in the heart of battle. Then I saw the golden dragon medallion that he had tied to his belt, and had taken it to remember him to buy. Now I travel the world looking for answers through experience and gain new strengths through battle, but the darkness of whomever caused my masters death forever looms over me.
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Game: D&D 5e
Group preferred: Online
Experience: 4 consistent years
Location/Timezone: PST
Availability: Early Afternoons to Nights
Preferred role: Player
Game style: A mix between role play and combat as I enjoy both sides of dnd greatly.
I would like to play my Variant Human Monk (Hiryu). I have been looking for a midweek game for some time, but im also free on Sunday's. I have the character fully complete and ready to go with a detailed backstory to go along with it and able to be used by the dm for character story or character ark(which I prefer)that can be easily adapted into most settings. If you want to get in contact with me here is my discord (Xavierler#3804) please message me there. To finish this of I will leave the backstory of my character here if anyone is interested.
At a young age I was orphaned. For my father left early in my life. Early enough where I don’t remember him. My mother was trying to raise me on her own with nothing to her name. She decided that I shouldn’t suffer through her pain and troubles, so she took me to a secluded dojo out in the woods, miles away from any town or city. This dojo only held one person, my soon to be master Jujinko. My mother thought I would be better off with one who could care and protect me better than she could currently, so she convinced the master to look after me and take me on as his pupil. Ever since the age of five I have lived and trained under the guidance of Jujinko. He had instilled an important ideal to me early in my training. “There can be no light without darkness, but to much of one or the other you become blind to the rest.” Around the age of ten a woman and her son had appeared at the dojo. When I greeted her, she had asked for master Jujinko. She had asked him if her son Gerrik could train under him for he was a hot headed boy with a wild fire spirit that could use a little taming. Jujinko contemplated and by his face I could tell this was an important decision to him. He decided that he would take Gerrik in. At the beginning, Gerrik and I definitely didn’t get along. We butted heads constantly, and of course we would use what we learned on each other. This usually ended with one of us having to clean the whole dojo, or doing a water run all on our own. However this didn’t stop us from doing time and time again. Later on in our years we began to become more and more connected. Less fighting and more learning from one another. At this point he became more than a fellow student, and more than a friend. He was my brother. However with age I became more patient and understanding, and Gerrik was exactly what his mother wanted, I think. For he was still hot headed and impatient, but definitely incomparable now to how he was in his youth. Eventually we started doing more outgoing chores for Jujinko as we were getting and could handle societal situations with a more mature mind. This was nothing like a chore to me as I have always wanted to travel, explore the world and try new things. This was the closest I could come to it.