Born in the sewers of Waterdeep, Jorah was a member of a relatively small tribe of Kobolds. Unlike many of his breather however, Jorah was one who was wanted more from himself, more for his tribe. They were the blood of dragons gosh darnit! They deserved better than to sleep in the sewage of others! So, from an early age, he would often go a to test himself, be it fighting rats or goblins, venturing out of the city to fight a deer once, or even just stealing books to teach himself how to read. He was going to go places, places he didn't fully understand, but darn it if he wasn't going to get there.
I suppose I should have figured that I wouldn't be like everyone else. My grandmother was a legendary hero who fought against legions of devils in Hell and beholders in space. Sure, her strength and her more heroic traits may have skipped a generation in my father, but it was still in our blood. And in my blood, it was particularly potent.
It started out small enough, when I was a child I could use magic to do the chores or warm up food. As I grew older, I discovered that I could use it to send messages that only one person could hear or conjure small bolts of flame that could be used as a projectile. So I enrolled in an academy for those who were gifted in the arcane arts. And it was a complete and total waste. All of those hours spent being lectured in a class by wizened professors who likely hadn't cast a spell in the field since the time my grandmother was young, or reading over tomes in a library, or studying for a test in the candlelight accomplished nothing but boring me to tears. It certainly didn't help me to hone my nascent powers. So after two wasted years, I dropped out and went on my own path. After all, my grandmother did not become a legendary hero by spending her life sitting in some classroom, so why should I?
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Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
Marla Ravenwhisper was raised by a travelling fortune teller - her grandmother. She doesn’t know much of her parents, just that they died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her gran. Her grandmother was a genuinely gifted seer, and while Marla has picked up her patter and the ability to ’read’ her clients she’s yet to pick up her grandmother’s gift. Ever since her grandmother’s peaceful passing, she’s been happy coasting along, scamming the rich and giving the poor a little relief from their difficult lives.
Recently she did a reading for a travelling noble, who now thinks she knows more than she actually does about his wife, missing presumed deceased under mysterious circumstances. She’s been dodging him and his agents ever since.
Misha was once a great hero of Acheron - the Plane of War, serving the Lord General and Tyrant Bane as one of the few genetically created holy warriors known as the Primes. Through the ages, Acheron prospered by conquest, battle, honor, and glory. Then, during the War Against Hell, she was one of the few lucky souls to not only defend her homeworld, but conquer and terminate other threats on other worlds, mainly Toril, where she made lifetime friends and experienced life, love, and friendship unlike few ever could. Then, Praxia returned. In a final desperate act to defend her home from a renegade Prime and her allies, Misha gave her life to save her dying world and defeat the Daughter of Bane.
Bane was generous, and to restore Misha's soul even in death there was a cost. Per their agreement, Acheron would eventually heal, and Misha was reborn, forever without the guidance of her Father. Given another chance at life she was raised by her foster parents and eventually became part of the family armor making business in Waterdeep where they were successful and prosperous.
But deep down, Misha remembered. Not everything, but enough. She knew, somehow, she could never be what she was before, but she was given another chance, and she would take it.
Even if it meant leaving her family and business behind. Just for a little while.
Right?
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Name: Jorah
Race: Kobold
Class: Rogue
Short Backstory:
Born in the sewers of Waterdeep, Jorah was a member of a relatively small tribe of Kobolds. Unlike many of his breather however, Jorah was one who was wanted more from himself, more for his tribe. They were the blood of dragons gosh darnit! They deserved better than to sleep in the sewage of others! So, from an early age, he would often go a to test himself, be it fighting rats or goblins, venturing out of the city to fight a deer once, or even just stealing books to teach himself how to read. He was going to go places, places he didn't fully understand, but darn it if he wasn't going to get there.
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Alignment: Neutral Good
https://ddb.ac/characters/36877150/H2NAyo
I suppose I should have figured that I wouldn't be like everyone else. My grandmother was a legendary hero who fought against legions of devils in Hell and beholders in space. Sure, her strength and her more heroic traits may have skipped a generation in my father, but it was still in our blood. And in my blood, it was particularly potent.
Xenophon: Topaz Dragonborn Fighter (ixi's Dragon of Icespire Peak)
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Marla Ravenwhisper was raised by a travelling fortune teller - her grandmother. She doesn’t know much of her parents, just that they died when she was young, leaving her to be raised by her gran. Her grandmother was a genuinely gifted seer, and while Marla has picked up her patter and the ability to ’read’ her clients she’s yet to pick up her grandmother’s gift. Ever since her grandmother’s peaceful passing, she’s been happy coasting along, scamming the rich and giving the poor a little relief from their difficult lives.
Recently she did a reading for a travelling noble, who now thinks she knows more than she actually does about his wife, missing presumed deceased under mysterious circumstances. She’s been dodging him and his agents ever since.
https://ddb.ac/characters/34333571/5TUFIc
Misha was once a great hero of Acheron - the Plane of War, serving the Lord General and Tyrant Bane as one of the few genetically created holy warriors known as the Primes. Through the ages, Acheron prospered by conquest, battle, honor, and glory. Then, during the War Against Hell, she was one of the few lucky souls to not only defend her homeworld, but conquer and terminate other threats on other worlds, mainly Toril, where she made lifetime friends and experienced life, love, and friendship unlike few ever could. Then, Praxia returned. In a final desperate act to defend her home from a renegade Prime and her allies, Misha gave her life to save her dying world and defeat the Daughter of Bane.
Bane was generous, and to restore Misha's soul even in death there was a cost. Per their agreement, Acheron would eventually heal, and Misha was reborn, forever without the guidance of her Father. Given another chance at life she was raised by her foster parents and eventually became part of the family armor making business in Waterdeep where they were successful and prosperous.
But deep down, Misha remembered. Not everything, but enough. She knew, somehow, she could never be what she was before, but she was given another chance, and she would take it.
Even if it meant leaving her family and business behind. Just for a little while.
Right?