Occupations: Petty thief, chef at the Tavern at the End of the World, rogue
Appearance: A slightly tall half-elf with dark skin, long fingers, and a single blind eye that (supposedly) was clawed out by a hook horror.
Personality: Klei is kind and witty, though he is a minor kleptomaniac. He also has a penchant for screaming.
Biography: Klei was a member of the Isyati tribe in Tiloka, a group of half-elves. However, abyssal creatures destroyed the tribe, leaving Klei as the only survivor. He escaped to the large city of Halberd, where he joined a thieves' guild. The thieves really enjoyed Klei's recipes, so Klei quit being a mainstream thief and instead worked as a chef in Halberd, though he was kicked out for stealing. Klei went back to being a rogue, and once stole a ring of invisibility. He ended up on the plane known as Entropy, and became a chef at the famed Tavern at the End of the World.
Relationships
Good: Poppy, a harengon.
Neutral: Galax, a kobold.
Bad: Ettor, a human.
galax practicly hates Klei
Oh yeah. Hey 0verkill, can you post something on Ettor? I'm eager to learn of this Meroving creature.
Meroving hasn't been active for a loooooooong time.
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Appearance: A 5'12 human he has pale skin, dark crimson irises, Messy hair (like a bedhead), and the color of his hair is inky black. He usually wears a black leather unbuttoned trench coat, with no shirt, baggy black leather pants held up by a chain, and a pair of boots that look like combat boots, as well as a pair of clawed gauntlets on both of his hands.
Personality: Very hard to describe, it's hard to tell exactly what mood he is in, but he always seems to be in a jovial mood. He is actually kind of a nice guy (no, not one of 'those' nice guys, actually a cool dude), he's just a bit strange due to the mental effect of being immortal. He's also very calm and carefree almost all of the time.
Backstory: Ettor was born in a small village, where he was wandering the nearby forest, and tripped into an ancient temple underground devoted to a thought to have been long dead god, Equinox. Since he had no current way out, he explored a bit, eventually finding a way out by climbing some vine plants. Later that night, he had a dream where Equinox's voice spoke to him, tempting him into a pact where if he acted as a revival vessel for Equinox, Equinox would make him immortal. Ettor, being a stupid young man, accepted the deal, and since then have been a host for Equinox. After spending a while in the Tales of Adventurers Tavern, he had some help to speed up the process, and now Equinox is somewhere. Later on, in the Tavern at the End of the World, Ettor gave someone else his immortality, leaving him mortal once again.
Occupations: Petty thief, chef at the Tavern at the End of the World, rogue
Appearance: A slightly tall half-elf with dark skin, long fingers, and a single blind eye that (supposedly) was clawed out by a hook horror.
Personality: Klei is kind and witty, though he is a minor kleptomaniac. He also has a penchant for screaming.
Biography: Klei was a member of the Isyati tribe in Tiloka, a group of half-elves. However, abyssal creatures destroyed the tribe, leaving Klei as the only survivor. He escaped to the large city of Halberd, where he joined a thieves' guild. The thieves really enjoyed Klei's recipes, so Klei quit being a mainstream thief and instead worked as a chef in Halberd, though he was kicked out for stealing. Klei went back to being a rogue, and once stole a ring of invisibility. He ended up on the plane known as Entropy, and became a chef at the famed Tavern at the End of the World.
Relationships
Good: Poppy, a harengon.
Neutral: Galax, a kobold.
Bad: Ettor, a human.
galax practicly hates Klei
Oh yeah. Hey 0verkill, can you post something on Ettor? I'm eager to learn of this Meroving creature.
Meroving hasn't been active for a loooooooong time.
Name: Arrow. Been called Arrow The Bounty Hunter before.
Gender: Girl (She/Her)
Age: 13 (equivalent to about 30 in human years for an aarakocra.)
Race: Aarakocra
Occupations: Has been and still is a Ranger Bounty Hunter, great with bows spears & hunting/tracking equipment.
Appearance: An 86 lb., 4'11" Aarakocra with feathers of that of a female magpie, her head also resembles a magpie instead of an eagle or parrot. She has brown eyes of wich of a magpie also. She dawns a brown shirt that cover her shoulders, under her collar bone, dark green shorts that go just above the knee, All of which is under leather armour that traces a little bigger then the clothes for the torso, but only covers thighs & chins on her legs. On her left thigh there's a leather band that holds the handle of her hand axe. On her lower right of her back she holds her quiver strapped to her at an angle pointing to her underarm. She rests her longbow on her quiver string on the top side of the quiver. And a little above the quiver holds a strap to carry her Aarakocran Spear, aiming the tip over her right shoulder.
Personality: Neutral, not one to chit chat & doesn't really have morals, she just get bounties done weather it's one from a guard to catch a criminal or one from a mob boss to kill a innocent person if she's paid enough. The only ties she really has is with her spear from elemental plain of air & her (now dead) mentor/father.
Biography: All she has told & all she will tell is that she's a bounty hunter.
Appearance: Black hair with bangs that are shaggy to the left side, they cover up one of his eyes. He has eyes like two pieces of blue ice, they are cold and unfeeling. Deep scars run along his cheeks and ears, they look like barbed wire and chain markings. He is muscular for a human and keeps himself fit. He has tattoo’s that run up and down his body in complicated patterns. His skin is tanned but fair.
Clothing: Seph’s clothing is that of an ex-military man. He wears a black tank top, black trousers, and black leather boots. He has a brown jacket always tied around his waist and a pocketknife just in case. He sometimes wears a thin black jacket but very rarely since he is accustomed to living in the cold. E sometimes wears glasses when reading or sunglasses outside but rarely.
Gender: Male but Thirteen doesn't care about gender
Age: 219
Occupations: Soldier, evoker, necromancer
Race: Sun elf
Appearance: Tall and thin with light bronze skin and brown hair, Thirteen frequently wears a black robe with a blue sash inlaid with a sigil representing knowledge. Thirteen never wears shoes, he claims they decrease his magic powers.
Biography: Thirteen's parents were killed when he was only 12 (three-ish in human years) by Feakor, emperor of the Shadowfell. But before they were killed, they sent young Thauin to the Plane of Air. Over the course of his life, he traveled across the Inner Planes and to many worlds on the Material, be that training in martial arts in Aaqa, swimming with sea elves in the Darkened Depths, or protecting halfling Vistani from the sorrowspawn. Now he is at the Tavern at the End of the World, seeking to help people, especially Theren who keeps getting almost killed.
Relationships
Positive: Theren (friends, promises to protect for Ares's sake), other folks who I can't remember rn
Name: Undine Wolfe (Goes by Wolfe even though it's her last name)
Age: 22
Occupations: Travelling Musician, currently taking residence in the tavern. Also sort of a mercenary for hire.
Appearance: 6'2 human woman, has a very punk/hard rock style with black combat boots, black leather pants, a spiked bracelet on her right wrist, a black leather vest over a grey shirt. She has long, dark black hair, her eyes are colored caramel brown. Her teeth are kind of sharp as well. She constantly carries a guitar that can transform to and from a warhammer made of black metal, the guitar itself is like an electric guitar, black with a purple thunderbolt pattern. Now has a wicked scar over her left eye.
Personality: CG/CN A little rough, but can be nice if you're nice. A little bit full of herself, has a strong passion for making rock music.
Biography :Hands off (Also TBM*To be made*)
Relationships:
Positive: Krathian (Friend)
Negative: N/A
Neutral: N/A
*Slightly updated from how it was before. Added the bit about the scar, removed a relationship, since the character is removed. I'll eventually get around to actually writing her backstory.*
Appearance: 5'12-6'0 White skinned Teifling with ridged horns. He has short black hair and bright orange eyes. He has marking of black and orange dots around his cheeks and back.he has a long, finned tail with orange and white skin.
Personality: He is playful and curious of some people but overall hides a loathing for humans and elves. Though he may seem kind and caring, he is a master at hiding his feeling under a large amount of deception. He HATES humans because of what they did to his family and how they treated certain special races. His personality can go from false kindness to cruel anger in seconds when he is truly pissed. Most days he comes off a nonchalant and "just around".
Occupations: Former Squire for the ranks of the dragonborn clan of Fenkenkabradon (Phonetics: Feen-ken-kay-bruh-den) but now a training paladin.
Appearance: A 352 lb., 6'11" snow white scaled dragon born wearing basic chain mail suit & gauntlets, with long thick dark brown trousers leading to Black boots that go up to the middle of the shin. On her right leg is a sheeth for a longsword with one in it, On her lower back she holds a shield under which, is a greatclub hanging towards her right. Under all this is a quite muscular body.
Personality: She tries to be kind and respectful to those who show back or aren't rude much but she becomes the opposite when your continesly rude. She hopes the good side can be woken in everyone but she's heavy on judging people, especially herself.
Biography: To those she trusts, she'll tell them about how: Being raised by her Dad, Kranith (Phonetics Kray-nith) in the dragonborn clan, she had a joyous time training for, what she knew then, was "Protecting the clan & their dragon creator, Radu." A few years pass and she's know ready to go on her first mission along the ranks of Kranith and the rest of the clan, what she thought was "The mission of stopping people who will kill the Good clan of Fenkenkabradon" was really pillaging the village who had adventurers who wanted to end Radu. That was soon apparent to her when they reached the village & killed everyone, wich when they arrived there was only people who were living peacefully, unarmed & clearly innocent. A little girl holding a doll ran from Thara, as she stood there confused & shocked. The little girl dropped her doll as she tripped, right before Kranith ended her with his destructive breath. As Thara grabbed the doll she dropped Her Dad came at her shouting about how she needs to fight for if she doesn't, it's banish worthy. Thara reached for her helm, then threw into the ground with disgust to her clan. She picked it up, stared her Father in the eyes, & said goodbye to him & her clan. After this she found out about paladins & them being warriors of good, and to this Thara thought to herself "I might as well put my skills to use." And so after this she bought herself new gear, & started training in the paladin ways.
Relationships:
-Positive: Not really any full on allies or friends yet, but looks upon most as people with good in them.
-Neutral: Everyone other than:
-Negative: Kranith [Dad], Fenkenkabradon [previous clan], and Radu [dragon leader of Fenkenkabradon].
Appearance: 5'7 Female half-elf (Human: 10%, Elf: 90%) with Pale blue skin. She has white, fluffy, long hair that she ties up sometimes when working. She has Bright blue eyes and has a teardrop mole under her left eye. Pear shaped body (Developed hips but not chest).
Clothing: Her clothing is neutral. She wears a white blouse, Black or light Grey vest, Black or Grey long skirt (Sometimes she wears Slacks or Leggings), and thin Sandals. She likes to wear hair ornaments such as Olive branch wreaths, crystal hair pieces, or Silver threads tied into her hair. She likes to make her own and wears then often. She sometimes wears normal dresses but often keeps her outfits subtle.
Personality: She has motherly instinct and will emotionally adopt people she feels needs a mother figure. She is kind and generous, feeling like she, herself, means very little. She likes to help those who appeal to her motherly instincts and will fight for freedom of any creature. She is naive however, she doesn't notice evil traits and often looks past them to see the greater good inside a person. She loves flowers and nature, often tending to her garden patch in the forest so it is hidden away from most people. She specializes in healing spells and aiding people.
Biography: (In other Tavern)
Relationships:
Good: Krathain (In relationship) Azazel (Emotionally adopted) Nermia (Friend) The drow (Emotionally adopted) Spawn (Considers to be a friend)
Neutral: Enethia (New friend)
Bad: Ezekiel (Demon of Emotions), Theren (Dislikes)
Occupations: Guardian of the west temple gate. Protector of the golden flame.
Appearances
Dog: Amber and cream colored Shiba Inu dog with bright golden eyes. He wears a solid gold collar that has his name engraved on it and a sky blue ribbon tied around it. He has a single golden earring on his left ear.
Statue: Solid pure gold 5 inch statue with inlaid pieces of beautiful blue turquoise to symbolize the ribbon around his neck. One the bottom is writing in common.
Occupations: Musician, Ranger, and part-time adventurer
Appearance: 5'10". Black hair and green eyes with gold flecks. Wears dark green clothing with a forest green cloak.
Personality: Neutral Good. Ambitious, smart, and quick thinking
Biography: Born in a small unnamed elvish village Theren was bullied as a small child for only being part elf. Found his way to the tavern by wandering into some ice caves with his party (Now deceased)
Relationships:
-Positive: Galax [Good friend. Saved his life a lot.], Taceil [Current girlfriend], and Ares [Is Therens son]
Appearance: Echo is a Scottish-Irish male of human descent. He has light brown hair that turns a shade of red brown in direct sunlight. His eyes are a warm grey color but can turn to be cold as ice. His skin is fair with little to no issues. He stands about 5’12 to 6’0. He is slightly muscular but overall thin.
Clothing: His clothing styles are casual with a hint of style. He wears a black undershirt, black or white long-sleeved button-up shirt, a black, brown, beige, or grey vest, black trousers connected to suspenders, thick black boots, and a silver pocket watch. He sometimes wears a dark brown jacket or trench coat but keeps it off indoors.
Personality: Echo’s personality is erratic. He can be calm and collected one moment and lash out at somebody the next. When he is working or doing something, he gets annoyed when someone comes over to him and will often hide in a room or bedroom to finish up said work. He can be kind but overall, he is a tad weird. When he is severely pissed, he usually walks away to calm down or takes a break to rest his brain.
He likes discussing theories and matter of space and time with those of equal intelligence and likes to teach people things they didn’t know before. He loves sweets and fruit and can be tempted to eat some if given the opportunity. He is a sucker for pancakes and pastries. He loves cats and snakes and will often draw them in a journal of his.
He dislikes people who bring others down. He despises people who look upon the intelligent as being incarnates or some stupid issue. He dislikes spicy foods but will eat it if there is nothing else. He dislikes caffeinated beverages and can’t stand coffee or caffeinated teas.
Backstory:
Born in Central Chelsey, a town off the coast of old Scotland, Echollis was born at 9:17 pm to Mother, Jacklyn, and Father, Henry.
From the time he was young, he had been blessed by something with the gift of knowledge. He had a photographic memory and could recall any sort of text his eyes scanned over. When he was three, he could speak full sentences. When he was four, he could say the alphabet forwards and backwards. When he was five, he could do simple math.
His father and mother were impressed but also a little worried. They had four other children, both younger and older then Echollis who were not like their gifted son. Often, they would try to convince Echo to go outside and hang out with other children, but young echo merely shrugged it off and continued to stay indoors. He had one friend; a young lad named Ego. Ego and he shared a knack for intelligence though nothing could surpass Echo’s. Ego’s father had the head minister at their local church and library.
When echo had reached the age of going to school, he did so, and flew past classes with ease. He could read a play or script in under a minute the receipt the entire thing by heart. All his teachers were astonished and proud for the growing boy, but some people began to grow suspicious.
When Echo was 17, A mob attacked him and his family. They accused his mother and father for bringing up a demon whose intelligence was dangerous and powerful. They beat his mother to death that day.
As his father began to drink to get rid of the pain he felt, Echo made it his duty to become man of the house. He began to teach his siblings everything he could so they would become better than the idiots of his town.
One day, after a heavy night of drinking, Echo’s father came home and found him reading and teaching his siblings math studies. In drunken rage, he accused Echo of truly being a demon so he could pass on his knowledge to others to make them insane. Echo was used to being belittled and scorned for the way he was but what came out of his father’s mouth made him enraged. His father wished he had never been born so his mother would be here right now.
Echo left his home the next day with all he owned in a single bag.
Echo himself began to drink every day, sometimes ending up in places he didn’t recognize. He cursed himself for having such intelligence that it made everyone around him grow suspicious of him. He often thought about his father’s words and sometimes wished he had never been born.
He was in a local bar when he met Catherine. It was slow burning love between the two. She was a bar maiden who was working long shifts to pay off her college tuition. She was bright mind in the field of biology who wanted, one day, to find a sustainable source of food for the world. As him and Catherine began to see each other more and more, the sooner they realized each one had a love for the other. She had helped him get back on the path of being sober again and helping him find work and going to college.
He started with the basics, physics, and chemistry, then began to rise higher and higher due to his gift. Soon he was teaching the students. He had it all and life seemed so food for awhile until it grew dark again.
He was coming home from teaching when he got the letter. A letter from Catherine’s friend. She had fallen ill over the days and had begin to grow mold in her chest. She had stopped breathing by the time he had got to her door.
This sent Echo down a spiral of depression again and for days he would neglect everything and just sleep for hours. He wouldn’t eat or drink or do anything, just sleep.
He had been out drinking again when his long-time friend stopped by to see him. He saw how down Echo was and consoled him the best he could. Echo would often come home to his friend’s loft, drunken and depressed. Ego would take days off to take care of his friend and make sure he was well. He began to help echo slowly recover and become sober yet again.
In time, Echo began to grow feelings for Ego. Small feelings that soon grew bigger and bigger. He would see Ego at his work or when he was at home. He knew that he could never be in a relationship with his friend and pushed those feelings deep down.
As Echo grew, his confidence and mind grew as well. He was now able to read three books just by skimming through them. Professors or local colleges lined up for him to join them and become a student but Echo, once again, was satisfied with being by himself.
He began work as a librarian for an underground library called “Noir stone” in France. There he learned to hone his gift and read all the greatest works in history. His intelligence was soon that of a Mathematician, Biologist, English teacher, and Artist all in one. He studied anything he could get his hands on, a scroll of olden lore, a tome about how to create iron golems, a passage about dark gods, a story about a prince and a dragon, a map of surrounding worlds, or a writing of calculus. He, himself, owns millions upon millions of books. His old loft is filled to the brim with them, and he can always recall a passage.
Occupations: Guardian of the west temple gate. Protector of the golden flame.
Appearances
Dog: Amber and cream colored Shiba Inu dog with bright golden eyes. He wears a solid gold collar that has his name engraved on it and a sky blue ribbon tied around it. He has a single golden earring on his left ear.
Statue: Solid pure gold 5 inch statue with inlaid pieces of beautiful blue turquoise to symbolize the ribbon around his neck. One the bottom is writing in common.
Relationships:
Good: Taceli (New owner) Kharrashim (new friend)
Neutral: all tavern patrons.
Bad: none so far.
That's useful, I was wondering about his backstory though...
Occupations: Commander of the Bleeding Legion, a battalion of devils fighting in the Blood War.
Appearance: He looks like a tiefling with pointed ears and jagged horns, a pair of wide wings sprouting from his back. He wears gold and black armor, and an onyx blade with the edge colored a scarlet hue hangs at his waist. His red skin is covered in blazing patterns that have a small sort of symmetry, and his eyes burn with orange flame.
Personality: Xorius is confident and never shows fear, but he isn't foolish, and isn't above using deception and underhanded tactics to win. He believes that his work in the Blood War helps prevent the multiverse from being overrun, and almost enthusiastically encourages others to fight against the demons. Though he'll take every advantage he can get, Xorius has some honor, and allows his opponents a fair fight unless he's genuinely worried about losing.
Biography: He seems to be looking for something at the tavern, while his forces are taking time away from the action.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
Occupations: Commander of the Bleeding Legion, a battalion of devils fighting in the Blood War.
Appearance: He looks like a tiefling with pointed ears and jagged horns, a pair of wide wings sprouting from his back. He wears gold and black armor, and an onyx blade with the edge colored a scarlet hue hangs at his waist. His red skin is covered in blazing patterns that have a small sort of symmetry, and his eyes burn with orange flame.
Personality: Xorius is confident and never shows fear, but he isn't foolish, and isn't above using deception and underhanded tactics to win. He believes that his work in the Blood War helps prevent the multiverse from being overrun, and almost enthusiastically encourages others to fight against the demons. Though he'll take every advantage he can get, Xorius has some honor, and allows his opponents a fair fight unless he's genuinely worried about losing.
Biography: He seems to be looking for something at the tavern, while his forces are taking time away from the action.
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Occupations: Commander of the Bleeding Legion, a battalion of devils fighting in the Blood War.
Appearance: He looks like a tiefling with pointed ears and jagged horns, a pair of wide wings sprouting from his back. He wears gold and black armor, and an onyx blade with the edge colored a scarlet hue hangs at his waist. His red skin is covered in blazing patterns that have a small sort of symmetry, and his eyes burn with orange flame.
Personality: Xorius is confident and never shows fear, but he isn't foolish, and isn't above using deception and underhanded tactics to win. He believes that his work in the Blood War helps prevent the multiverse from being overrun, and almost enthusiastically encourages others to fight against the demons. Though he'll take every advantage he can get, Xorius has some honor, and allows his opponents a fair fight unless he's genuinely worried about losing.
Biography: He seems to be looking for something at the tavern, while his forces are taking time away from the action.
Yeah, he did. They had a conversation about Spawn.
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Meroving hasn't been active for a loooooooong time.
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Ah yes... Ettor hasn't had any big interactions with Thirteen one sec, let me update on Tevelin.
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THATS WHY IM STEALING IT BWAHAHAHA >:D >:D >:D
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Name: Arrow. Been called Arrow The Bounty Hunter before.
Gender: Girl (She/Her)
Age: 13 (equivalent to about 30 in human years for an aarakocra.)
Race: Aarakocra
Occupations: Has been and still is a Ranger Bounty Hunter, great with bows spears & hunting/tracking equipment.
Appearance: An 86 lb., 4'11" Aarakocra with feathers of that of a female magpie, her head also resembles a magpie instead of an eagle or parrot. She has brown eyes of wich of a magpie also. She dawns a brown shirt that cover her shoulders, under her collar bone, dark green shorts that go just above the knee, All of which is under leather armour that traces a little bigger then the clothes for the torso, but only covers thighs & chins on her legs. On her left thigh there's a leather band that holds the handle of her hand axe. On her lower right of her back she holds her quiver strapped to her at an angle pointing to her underarm. She rests her longbow on her quiver string on the top side of the quiver. And a little above the quiver holds a strap to carry her Aarakocran Spear, aiming the tip over her right shoulder.
Personality: Neutral, not one to chit chat & doesn't really have morals, she just get bounties done weather it's one from a guard to catch a criminal or one from a mob boss to kill a innocent person if she's paid enough. The only ties she really has is with her spear from elemental plain of air & her (now dead) mentor/father.
Biography: All she has told & all she will tell is that she's a bounty hunter.
Relationships: Kailen [Father figure/Mentor (deceased)]
-Positive: Kailen (deceased).
-Neutral: Literally everone else.
-Negative: N/A
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Name: Joseph (Seph) Killian
Gender: (Doesn't really care about gender)
Age: 28
Race: Human
Occupations: Solider, Fighter, kick-boxer.
Appearance: Black hair with bangs that are shaggy to the left side, they cover up one of his eyes. He has eyes like two pieces of blue ice, they are cold and unfeeling. Deep scars run along his cheeks and ears, they look like barbed wire and chain markings. He is muscular for a human and keeps himself fit. He has tattoo’s that run up and down his body in complicated patterns. His skin is tanned but fair.
Clothing: Seph’s clothing is that of an ex-military man. He wears a black tank top, black trousers, and black leather boots. He has a brown jacket always tied around his waist and a pocketknife just in case. He sometimes wears a thin black jacket but very rarely since he is accustomed to living in the cold. E sometimes wears glasses when reading or sunglasses outside but rarely.
Personality: (N/A for now)
Biography: (N/A for now)
Relationships:
-Positive: Justin (Co-solider friend), Sadie Adam's (Former girlfriend)
-Neutral: Jason
-Negative: Entity, The Doctor, The Hag
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: Thauin "Thirteen" Kochlakal
Gender: Male but Thirteen doesn't care about gender
Age: 219
Occupations: Soldier, evoker, necromancer
Race: Sun elf
Appearance: Tall and thin with light bronze skin and brown hair, Thirteen frequently wears a black robe with a blue sash inlaid with a sigil representing knowledge. Thirteen never wears shoes, he claims they decrease his magic powers.
Biography: Thirteen's parents were killed when he was only 12 (three-ish in human years) by Feakor, emperor of the Shadowfell. But before they were killed, they sent young Thauin to the Plane of Air. Over the course of his life, he traveled across the Inner Planes and to many worlds on the Material, be that training in martial arts in Aaqa, swimming with sea elves in the Darkened Depths, or protecting halfling Vistani from the sorrowspawn. Now he is at the Tavern at the End of the World, seeking to help people, especially Theren who keeps getting almost killed.
Relationships
Positive: Theren (friends, promises to protect for Ares's sake), other folks who I can't remember rn
Neutral: Basically everyone else
Negative: Feakor (WORST FOE)
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
*Slightly updated from how it was before. Added the bit about the scar, removed a relationship, since the character is removed. I'll eventually get around to actually writing her backstory.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: Thara (Phonetics: Thay-ruh.)
Gender: Girl (She/Her)
Age: 18
Race: Dragonborn
Occupations: Former Squire for the ranks of the dragonborn clan of Fenkenkabradon (Phonetics: Feen-ken-kay-bruh-den) but now a training paladin.
Appearance: A 352 lb., 6'11" snow white scaled dragon born wearing basic chain mail suit & gauntlets, with long thick dark brown trousers leading to Black boots that go up to the middle of the shin. On her right leg is a sheeth for a longsword with one in it, On her lower back she holds a shield under which, is a greatclub hanging towards her right. Under all this is a quite muscular body.
Personality: She tries to be kind and respectful to those who show back or aren't rude much but she becomes the opposite when your continesly rude. She hopes the good side can be woken in everyone but she's heavy on judging people, especially herself.
Biography: To those she trusts, she'll tell them about how: Being raised by her Dad, Kranith (Phonetics Kray-nith) in the dragonborn clan, she had a joyous time training for, what she knew then, was "Protecting the clan & their dragon creator, Radu." A few years pass and she's know ready to go on her first mission along the ranks of Kranith and the rest of the clan, what she thought was "The mission of stopping people who will kill the Good clan of Fenkenkabradon" was really pillaging the village who had adventurers who wanted to end Radu. That was soon apparent to her when they reached the village & killed everyone, wich when they arrived there was only people who were living peacefully, unarmed & clearly innocent. A little girl holding a doll ran from Thara, as she stood there confused & shocked. The little girl dropped her doll as she tripped, right before Kranith ended her with his destructive breath. As Thara grabbed the doll she dropped Her Dad came at her shouting about how she needs to fight for if she doesn't, it's banish worthy. Thara reached for her helm, then threw into the ground with disgust to her clan. She picked it up, stared her Father in the eyes, & said goodbye to him & her clan. After this she found out about paladins & them being warriors of good, and to this Thara thought to herself "I might as well put my skills to use." And so after this she bought herself new gear, & started training in the paladin ways.
Relationships:
-Positive: Not really any full on allies or friends yet, but looks upon most as people with good in them.
-Neutral: Everyone other than:
-Negative: Kranith [Dad], Fenkenkabradon [previous clan], and Radu [dragon leader of Fenkenkabradon].
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
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Name: Allison Emily Vanderguard
Age: 54 (Looks 20-25)
Race: Half-Elf
Occupations: Seamstress, Mage, Bard.
Appearance: 5'7 Female half-elf (Human: 10%, Elf: 90%) with Pale blue skin. She has white, fluffy, long hair that she ties up sometimes when working. She has Bright blue eyes and has a teardrop mole under her left eye. Pear shaped body (Developed hips but not chest).
Clothing: Her clothing is neutral. She wears a white blouse, Black or light Grey vest, Black or Grey long skirt (Sometimes she wears Slacks or Leggings), and thin Sandals. She likes to wear hair ornaments such as Olive branch wreaths, crystal hair pieces, or Silver threads tied into her hair. She likes to make her own and wears then often. She sometimes wears normal dresses but often keeps her outfits subtle.
Personality: She has motherly instinct and will emotionally adopt people she feels needs a mother figure. She is kind and generous, feeling like she, herself, means very little. She likes to help those who appeal to her motherly instincts and will fight for freedom of any creature. She is naive however, she doesn't notice evil traits and often looks past them to see the greater good inside a person. She loves flowers and nature, often tending to her garden patch in the forest so it is hidden away from most people. She specializes in healing spells and aiding people.
Biography: (In other Tavern)
Relationships:
Good: Krathain (In relationship) Azazel (Emotionally adopted) Nermia (Friend) The drow (Emotionally adopted) Spawn (Considers to be a friend)
Neutral: Enethia (New friend)
Bad: Ezekiel (Demon of Emotions), Theren (Dislikes)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: Oritsu
Age: Unknown
Race: figurine of wonderous power (Golden dog)
Occupations: Guardian of the west temple gate. Protector of the golden flame.
Appearances
Dog: Amber and cream colored Shiba Inu dog with bright golden eyes. He wears a solid gold collar that has his name engraved on it and a sky blue ribbon tied around it. He has a single golden earring on his left ear.
Statue: Solid pure gold 5 inch statue with inlaid pieces of beautiful blue turquoise to symbolize the ribbon around his neck. One the bottom is writing in common.
Relationships:
Good: Taceli (New owner) Kharrashim (new friend)
Neutral: all tavern patrons.
Bad: none so far.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Name: Theren Dotsk
Age: 22
Race: Half-Elf
Occupations: Musician, Ranger, and part-time adventurer
Appearance: 5'10". Black hair and green eyes with gold flecks. Wears dark green clothing with a forest green cloak.
Personality: Neutral Good. Ambitious, smart, and quick thinking
Biography: Born in a small unnamed elvish village Theren was bullied as a small child for only being part elf. Found his way to the tavern by wandering into some ice caves with his party (Now deceased)
Relationships:
-Positive: Galax [Good friend. Saved his life a lot.], Taceil [Current girlfriend], and Ares [Is Therens son]
-Neutral:
-Negative:
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
Name: Echollis (Echo) Harper Westlan
Age: 582
Occupation: Sage, mage, Librarian, Dimension traveler.
Appearance: Echo is a Scottish-Irish male of human descent. He has light brown hair that turns a shade of red brown in direct sunlight. His eyes are a warm grey color but can turn to be cold as ice. His skin is fair with little to no issues. He stands about 5’12 to 6’0. He is slightly muscular but overall thin.
Clothing: His clothing styles are casual with a hint of style. He wears a black undershirt, black or white long-sleeved button-up shirt, a black, brown, beige, or grey vest, black trousers connected to suspenders, thick black boots, and a silver pocket watch. He sometimes wears a dark brown jacket or trench coat but keeps it off indoors.
Personality: Echo’s personality is erratic. He can be calm and collected one moment and lash out at somebody the next. When he is working or doing something, he gets annoyed when someone comes over to him and will often hide in a room or bedroom to finish up said work. He can be kind but overall, he is a tad weird. When he is severely pissed, he usually walks away to calm down or takes a break to rest his brain.
He likes discussing theories and matter of space and time with those of equal intelligence and likes to teach people things they didn’t know before. He loves sweets and fruit and can be tempted to eat some if given the opportunity. He is a sucker for pancakes and pastries. He loves cats and snakes and will often draw them in a journal of his.
He dislikes people who bring others down. He despises people who look upon the intelligent as being incarnates or some stupid issue. He dislikes spicy foods but will eat it if there is nothing else. He dislikes caffeinated beverages and can’t stand coffee or caffeinated teas.
Backstory:
Born in Central Chelsey, a town off the coast of old Scotland, Echollis was born at 9:17 pm to Mother, Jacklyn, and Father, Henry.
From the time he was young, he had been blessed by something with the gift of knowledge. He had a photographic memory and could recall any sort of text his eyes scanned over. When he was three, he could speak full sentences. When he was four, he could say the alphabet forwards and backwards. When he was five, he could do simple math.
His father and mother were impressed but also a little worried. They had four other children, both younger and older then Echollis who were not like their gifted son. Often, they would try to convince Echo to go outside and hang out with other children, but young echo merely shrugged it off and continued to stay indoors. He had one friend; a young lad named Ego. Ego and he shared a knack for intelligence though nothing could surpass Echo’s. Ego’s father had the head minister at their local church and library.
When echo had reached the age of going to school, he did so, and flew past classes with ease. He could read a play or script in under a minute the receipt the entire thing by heart. All his teachers were astonished and proud for the growing boy, but some people began to grow suspicious.
When Echo was 17, A mob attacked him and his family. They accused his mother and father for bringing up a demon whose intelligence was dangerous and powerful. They beat his mother to death that day.
As his father began to drink to get rid of the pain he felt, Echo made it his duty to become man of the house. He began to teach his siblings everything he could so they would become better than the idiots of his town.
One day, after a heavy night of drinking, Echo’s father came home and found him reading and teaching his siblings math studies. In drunken rage, he accused Echo of truly being a demon so he could pass on his knowledge to others to make them insane. Echo was used to being belittled and scorned for the way he was but what came out of his father’s mouth made him enraged. His father wished he had never been born so his mother would be here right now.
Echo left his home the next day with all he owned in a single bag.
Echo himself began to drink every day, sometimes ending up in places he didn’t recognize. He cursed himself for having such intelligence that it made everyone around him grow suspicious of him. He often thought about his father’s words and sometimes wished he had never been born.
He was in a local bar when he met Catherine. It was slow burning love between the two. She was a bar maiden who was working long shifts to pay off her college tuition. She was bright mind in the field of biology who wanted, one day, to find a sustainable source of food for the world. As him and Catherine began to see each other more and more, the sooner they realized each one had a love for the other. She had helped him get back on the path of being sober again and helping him find work and going to college.
He started with the basics, physics, and chemistry, then began to rise higher and higher due to his gift. Soon he was teaching the students. He had it all and life seemed so food for awhile until it grew dark again.
He was coming home from teaching when he got the letter. A letter from Catherine’s friend. She had fallen ill over the days and had begin to grow mold in her chest. She had stopped breathing by the time he had got to her door.
This sent Echo down a spiral of depression again and for days he would neglect everything and just sleep for hours. He wouldn’t eat or drink or do anything, just sleep.
He had been out drinking again when his long-time friend stopped by to see him. He saw how down Echo was and consoled him the best he could. Echo would often come home to his friend’s loft, drunken and depressed. Ego would take days off to take care of his friend and make sure he was well. He began to help echo slowly recover and become sober yet again.
In time, Echo began to grow feelings for Ego. Small feelings that soon grew bigger and bigger. He would see Ego at his work or when he was at home. He knew that he could never be in a relationship with his friend and pushed those feelings deep down.
As Echo grew, his confidence and mind grew as well. He was now able to read three books just by skimming through them. Professors or local colleges lined up for him to join them and become a student but Echo, once again, was satisfied with being by himself.
He began work as a librarian for an underground library called “Noir stone” in France. There he learned to hone his gift and read all the greatest works in history. His intelligence was soon that of a Mathematician, Biologist, English teacher, and Artist all in one. He studied anything he could get his hands on, a scroll of olden lore, a tome about how to create iron golems, a passage about dark gods, a story about a prince and a dragon, a map of surrounding worlds, or a writing of calculus. He, himself, owns millions upon millions of books. His old loft is filled to the brim with them, and he can always recall a passage.
Relationships:
Good: Ego (Old friend) Catherine (Former girlfriend)
Neutral:
Bad: His old Village
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
That's useful, I was wondering about his backstory though...
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Name: Xorius
Age: Uncertain
Race: Archfiend
Occupations: Commander of the Bleeding Legion, a battalion of devils fighting in the Blood War.
Appearance: He looks like a tiefling with pointed ears and jagged horns, a pair of wide wings sprouting from his back. He wears gold and black armor, and an onyx blade with the edge colored a scarlet hue hangs at his waist. His red skin is covered in blazing patterns that have a small sort of symmetry, and his eyes burn with orange flame.
Personality: Xorius is confident and never shows fear, but he isn't foolish, and isn't above using deception and underhanded tactics to win. He believes that his work in the Blood War helps prevent the multiverse from being overrun, and almost enthusiastically encourages others to fight against the demons. Though he'll take every advantage he can get, Xorius has some honor, and allows his opponents a fair fight unless he's genuinely worried about losing.
Biography: He seems to be looking for something at the tavern, while his forces are taking time away from the action.
Relationships:
- Positive: Tikalae (ally/trainee), Avery (ally)
- Neutral: Enethia (decent introduction), Spawn (considers annoying), Valian (warlock), Ceris (briefly met)
- Negative: Navnia (considers annoying), Zya (disciple of the balance), Nessa (she's a paladin), Valvyre (pest), Atemos (demon), Kinsley (more annoying demon), Soldaer (servant of gods)
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*ttb, zya would be a negative, no?*
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*Right, thanks for reminding me.*
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He hasn’t even met Atemos yet 😭😭
— δ cyno • he/him • number one paladin fan δ —
making a smoothie for meta
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
Yeah, he did. They had a conversation about Spawn.
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