[Characters] Hall of Heroes

[Gunthert]

Character Information This thread is for posting character information. When you are ready, post your character here. Remember to include the standard information about demographics, ideals, bonds, flaws. and mechanical background. Also, please, include information about your characters historical background which explains their motivations and how they are tied to Oakhurst or someone in Oakhurst. I will use that information to create hooks for your character. Please, include a link to your character sheet. See the spoiler button below if you would like an example for structure. However, don't feel bound to that format. Any format is good as long as it is neat and all the information is there.   Originally Posted by Fuzzbucket Art by Jesper Ejsing, used without permission because I'm a dirty, dirty image thief. Still I'm hoping giving credit will absolve some of my sin. Name: Spiphi Age: 42 Race/Sex: Forest Gnome Female Class: Paladin Background: Urchin Alignment: Neutral Good Personality Traits: I hide scraps of food and trinkets away in my pockets. I sleep with my back to a wall or tree, with everything I own wrapped in a bundle in my arms. Ideal: I’m going to prove that I’m worthy of a better life. Bonds: I owe my survival to another urchin who taught me to live on the streets. I want to know who my family is. Flaw: Gold seems like a lot of money to me, and I’ll do just about anything for more of it. Description: Spiphi is 3’ 6” and 42 # with red hair usually kept in a pony tail and tucked into her armor. She carries a warhammer and wears chainmail and shield. She tries to be cheerful at all times like her folk are, but is often haunted by her past and can be seen fingering a small amulet at her breast. Backstory: Spiphi never knew her family. She started life in an obscure orphanage in Neverwinter. She asked about her family and parents but all they know was that she was left on the steps of a nearby temple as a baby. The only thing in the basket with her was a small whistle carved into the shape of a seashell. It was made from a strange golden colored wood. [Trinket!] When she was brought to the orphanage, Matron Brelda said, “Oh, now isn’t she spiffy?” and the name stuck. Life in the orphanage wasn’t easy. There was abuse, and they didn’t always have enough money to provide decent food, clothing or education. While Spiphi was still young, the orphanage was unexpectedly shut down and she was forced to live on the streets and fend for herself. It was hard for a young forest gnome. Neverwinter was fairly cosmopolitan, but most forest gnomes didn’t like the big city and there were few of her kind here. If it wasn’t for the help of a scrappy dwarf girl named Arna, Spiphi probably wouldn’t have survived. The dwarf taught her to fight, to avoid being seen, and other survival tips for the big city. They got into any number of less than strictly legal scraps and adventures around town. Spiphi grew up to be a fairly strong young gnome and learned to harness her inherent illusion powers which got the pair of friends into even more trouble, often even with the law. She even befriended a little mouse that she named Benjy, and learned to speak with it. Deep down inside, she tried to be good, and mostly just tried to beg for money. And when she did pilfer from others, she tried to pick on people that deserved it or at least wouldn’t miss the copper too much. But boy, that money sure looked good. And hey, she did need it. The local thieves guild was becoming interested in the pair as muscle and promised to pay well. Spiphi didn’t like it, but Arna convinced her that it was good money and it wasn’t like they were going to be killing anyone. But this was starting to weigh heavily on Spiphi’s gnomish soul. Her first test was to pick some pockets during a town festival. The guild would be watching. Unfortunately, so was the Watch. Spiphi and Arna got caught in the act and the pursuit was on. They ran for it, ducking into small alleyways and backstreets. But these watchmen were good and kept up the chase. Spiphy suddenly tripped on a loose cobble and went sprawling to the ground. She was as good as caught. Arna did something unexpected. She turned around and bull rushed the guardsman. They both crashed to the ground. ”Run!” she shouted as the other guards caught up and nabbed the young dwarf. Spiphi ran, tears in her eyes, diving in the back of a moving wagon, escaping her only friend’s fate. Exhausted, she fell asleep amongst the foodstuffs. ”Oy, no rides, ya freeloader!” Spiphi was abruptly awakened to rough human hands grabbing her by the shirt and flinging her bodily off the wagon and into… grass? ”Yah!” The driver flicked the reins and the horse pulled the wagon off down the path, leaving Spiphi laying on the ground, bruised and confused. She stood up, dusted herself off, and looked around. There was grass and trees and… no buildings. She wasn’t in Neverwinter! How would she get back? I suppose she could follow this road back, but … these trees! There are so many, and not just lining a road or in a small park! She ran off into the forest, delighted. It called to her forest gnome soul. She laughed and jumped and … got lost. But she didn’t care. After a few minutes of wandering, she came out of the trees into a small clearing. Birds sang. A waterfall sprayed from a small stream, creating a rainbow in the mist. She gaped. Her heart exulted. Then she saw her. A beautiful alabaster unicorn staring back at her. She was the most awe-inspiring creature she’d ever seen. Tears rolled down Spiphi’s dust-stained cheeks. The unicorn flicked it’s head over it’s shoulder, beckoning the gnome to follow. So she did. As they walked together, the unicorn seemed to know everything about her, even though not a word was spoken between the two. She felt a twinge of pain, realizing her best friend Arna sacrificed her freedom to let her escape. I need a Champion, she heard in her mind, and she knew it was the unicorn. You have the makings of a good warrior, but I would have you use that ability for a good cause. She was flabbergasted, but quickly agreed. They walked into an open glade and a tall grey-haired elf woman in lovely robes greeted her. “Welcome and be at ease, young gnome,” she spoke mellifluously. “Your coming was foretold. Come and accept your destiny.” The unicorn was nowhere to be seen. The elf then chuckled, and added, “I jest, of course. We don’t really believe in destiny in that way. You have free will. You may leave if you wish and there will be no hard feelings. But I suspect this path might suit you well.” The woman was a priestess of Mielikki and she, will the help of many others residing in the forest, would train her if she wanted. She wanted. Most of Mielikki’s followers were rangers and druids, but with her lack of knowledge of the ways of the wild, paladin-hood suited her better. She trained, and learned to love the woods and the wild places and wanted to do good in the world however she could. RP sample: Well, here I go. Me, a lowly Neverwinter gutter rat, going out into the world clad in mail and brandishing fancy weapons to fight the good fight. I have to admit, it feels rather good! Spiphi’s first assignment was just to range out into the woods on a basic patrol. There have been rumors of goblins out here somewhere and she was to do something about them. She was warned, however, that goblins often came in large numbers, and if there were too many for her to handle, to avoid contact and report back. She reached into her pouch and pet her little white mouse, Benjy, who managed to stick with her all this time. Someday, she’d go back to Neverwinter and find Arna and somehow pay her back. And also, find out about her family. Most of her questions were ignored because she was an unimportant street urchin. But now she might get a bit of respect. She pushed these thoughts aside for the moment and concentrated on her task. Indeed, there did seem to be signs of goblins about. She tried to move quietly and unseen, but it was tricky in her chainmail. She heard some noises ahead and cautiously moved forward… There were more of them than she expected. And she had failed to avoid contact. She fought valiantly, using her training to the best of her ability, even using some of the street fighting techniques from her days on the rough streets, but she was no match for their numbers. She prayed quietly as she fought, ready to die. A goblin club crashed into the back of her head and blackness took her.

[Admin Choc]

 

Name: Lilith Herondale appearance
Race/Class/Background: Tiefling Rogue, Criminal Background
Personality Traits: - I deserve beautiful things but I do not want to work for it
- I do not fear anything, I like to live dangerously
Ideal: try to overcome my habit of pickpocketing
Bond: I am loyal and eager to meet new people
Flaw: my fear of bacteria makes me want to avoid any physical contact
Specialties: own a rat, and always wearing long black gloves

 

Step 1: Write 5 background and concept elements that you feel are important to your image of the character.

Bg 1: Lillith Herondale had gotten her name from a book, and the people from the orphanage told her one of the nurses who found her had decided on the name. Most of the times nobody cared to use her name, and she was called 'hey', 'you' or 'child'

Bg 2: The past of being raised in an orphanage had left deep marks. When she was out on the streets Lillith admired the rich people, and often she stared and wished she could have the same jewelry as the noble people on the streets. She could feel the desire burn deep inside of her, she deserved the luxury, the shiny glitter telling people she was important enough to matter.

Bg 3: There were years of sharing everything, dividing everything with all the orphans and owning something was considered a sin. Lilith had been forced to pray, three times a day at least, and when she had become 18 and reached adulthood she swore to herself that she would pray to no God anymore. Having witnessed the unfairness of life for so long made her certain there was no God, and she had become an Atheist.

Bg 4: The first thing she 'borrowed' was a pair of black silk gloves, and she had kept it under her pillow. One Lady had left in after the service in the church and without thinking about it she had put it in her pockets, and taken it home. Ofcourse she was caught and punished for stealing, but the feeling of owning such a precious item changed her from deep within. When she was 18 it was the first thing she was determined to steal, and she got almost emotionally attached to her first item, completely hers and hers alone.

Bg 5: Having shared so much made Lillith aware of her basic need to cherish her own belongings. At one point she realized others touching her stuff made it full of germs and bacteria and the longing became a severe fear of germs. Getting to know her heritage while being an adult now made her magic grow as well, and first thing she learned herself was to use a third hand to keep her own hands clean.

Step 2: List at least two goals for the character.
At least one of these goals should be one that the character has,
while another should be one that you, as a player,
want to see developed over the course of the game.

Goal 1: If the past had made her a thief, her future could change her fate and make her a good person again

Goal 2: As a player I hope Lillith can learn from the people around her.She will witness friendship, standing up for each other and feel the need to keep each other safe. Hopefully, she will learn to trust

Step 3: List at least two secrets about your character.
One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves him but that he is not actually aware of yet.

Secret 1: she never tells anyone about her past, and if people ask she will tell she is a Noble

Secret 2: besides the fact she steals out of habit, she will also try and return the stolen goods if she feels some bond or connection

Step 4: Describe at least two people that are tied to the character.
One of them are friendly to the character, one is hostile.

Tied 1: She still has some... friends (or colleagues) from the Orphanage, and when they were kids they promised to keep in contact when they were all growing up. Feature: Criminal Contact -->You have a reliable and trustworthy contact who acts as your liaison to a network of other criminals. You know how to get messages to and from your contact, even over great distances; specifically, you know the local messengers, corrupt caravan masters, and seedy sailors who can deliver messages for you.

Tied 2: Sister Mary-Anne had become a ghost from the past, and Lillith was often troubled by hearing her voice when she was doing something that God would not approbe. The nasal nagging voice had left scratches on her soul and Lillith wished it would fade away

Step 5: Describe three memories, mannerisms, or quirks that your character has.
They don't have to be elaborate, but they should provide some context and flavor.

MeMoQui 1: Lillith owns a rat, a fat, and smelly one but somehow there was a bond between the two of them. Maverick Herondale, yes she gave him her last name, is a lazy rat and almost always lies in Lillith's neck, enjoying her warmth

MeMoQui 2: Having lived on the street made Lillith proficient and talented to make a meal out of nothing. She kinda accidentily stole some cooking utensils and whenever she had the opportunity she prepared her own meals.

MeMoQui 3: She often washed her rat to keep him clean, and she also washed her hands more often than a regular person

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OOC Move: Action: Bonus: Free:   lilith Herondale, Level 1 Tiefling Rogue HP: 9/9 AC: 13 PP: 12 Fact: owns a rat Beware: fear of bacteria/mage hand-addict Initiative: +2 Speed: 30ft Saving Throws Str +2/PROF Dex +4/CON +1/PROF Int 2/Wis +0/Cha +1 Special: awesome stealth +6/deception +5 Sneak attack: +1d6 attack if ADV or friend <5ft Magic: 0 -> mage hand if approved

[Aerandor]

Julia Stratos

Class: Paladin

Race: Human

Alignment: Lawful Good

Background: Noble

Traits: I take great pains to always look my best and follow the latest fashions.
Despite my noble birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood.

Ideal: Noble Obligation. It is my duty to protect and care for the people beneath me.

Bond: The common folk must see me as a hero of the people.

Flaw: I too often hear veiled insults and threats in every word addressed to me, and I'm quick to anger.

Backstory:

 

Julia began her life as most paladins do. She was born as the third daughter of a minor noble house, and her father, who was quite fond of her, decided to send her to the a nearby monastery of Heironeous to be raised with decency and faith in her life. There she decided to undertake the path of the paladin. However, as time went on, one of her teachers became quite abusive towards her. Despite the monk's behavior, she could not shake the feeling of being drawn toward him and she found herself obeying his orders despite her fury over the way he treated her.

One day, as she was nearing the end of her training, the monk convinced her to follow him into the monastery's cellar to locate some rare tomes of scripture he wanted her to look through. She felt uneasy, but didn't dare to object. When they arrived in the cellar, the monk opened a secret door that led even further down into the earth. Before long they came to a large hall that was suspiciously decorated with dark and sinister motiffs. Before she realized it, Julia was seized by several hooded figures, forcibly dressed in sacrificial clothing, and led to an altar. It turned out that the monk was secretly a disciple of Hextor, god of slaughter, and that Julia was about to become a new sacrifice to the monk's dark deity.

Fortunately, a group of paladins and clerics that were true to Heironeous had managed to discover the secret cult and had concealed themselves amongst the cultists. Before the ritual was finished, the group acted, surprising the cult and killing a good number of them, although the monk and some others did manage to escape. Since this event, Julia has become leery of trusting other members of a religion, even within her own, unwilling to fall prey a second time to a secret evil. This has not caused her to question her religious devotion as yet, but instead propels her to root out and destroy evil hidden in the world.

Since then, Julia has taken the title of Lady Knight and made her way into the world, assisting towns and villages whenever evil has threatened them. Along the way she has worked with other adventurers, and on one particular occasion she met up with two brothers, Kendall and Rennard Dalemist. While Rennard was still quite young, Kendall was a couple of years older than Julia, and though nothing ever came of it, Julia found herself developing feelings for Kendall as they traveled together. Tragedy struck when Kendall was felled by the undead, leaving Julia and Rennard to mourn him. The pair have continued to travel together ever since, and Julia has come to take on a maternal role with Rennard, wishing to keep him safe and happy out of love for his dead brother. Recently, their travels have brought them close to the town of Oakhurst where Felosial is the constable. Having once adventured with Felosial, Julia thought it would be nice to stop and visit her old friend.

Though in reality a feminine and pleasant woman, Julia often comes across as overbearing and harsh to others, especially men, so that no one ever thinks of her as vulnerable again. This is at odds with her true wishes, to eventually find love and start her own family and live a peaceful life, but currently she is unwilling to think too much about that or open herself up to others. Though she rarely makes use of it, Julia values her noble birth and strives to keep her appearance as impeccable as possible. When the occasion arises, she keeps a silver-trimmed formal dress on hand to wear when interacting with other nobility in a diplomatic setting.

[Zubene]

Rennard Dalemist Rennard Dalemist Human Artificer Character Sheet Background - Rennard, or Ren, lost both of his parents in a tragic incident not long after he was born. Since then, his older brother Kendall, his only remaining family member had taken care of the boy. The siblings lived on the road, never settling on one place for more than necessary for reasons unknown to Rennard. Still, even though he grew up without making any friends, Rennard didn't feel lonely because he still had Kendall. This changed however when Kendall was slaughtered by an undead troll. Luckily for young Ren, the siblings had been traveling with another adventurer at the time, a young female knight by the name of Julia. She promised to take care of the boy who was now completely alone. After burying his brother, Ren kept Kendall's blue coat as a keepsake in memory of him. That was five years ago - seemingly an eternity for someone so young. Since then, Ren had picked up various lessons from people he and Julia had traveled with along the years: lockpicking from a friendly bard, some simple spells from an old wizard, rune crafting from a dwarven arcanist, and most importantly, kindness and compassion from Julia herself, the closest thing Ren had to a family now. Before long, picking new skills quickly due to some innate ingenuity that existed inside him, Ren was capable of holding his own in battle despite his young age. Ren followed Julia to Oakhurst to meet a friend that had once traveled with them in the past, Felosial, with hopes to share new stories about their adventures. Traits: "I may be young, but I can do anything you can do!" Ideal: "Whoaa... That's awesome!! Teach me how!!" Bond: "I don't need a new coat! I have Ken's!!" Flaw: "B-but I'm Not really...sixteen!! I swear!! I... I'm just... short..."

[samibb8]

Character: The Yawning Portal Jambu Rhyss Class: Druid Race: Halfling-Lightfoot Background: Entertainer Alignment: Chaotic Good Trait:I know a story relevant to almost every situation Ideals: The stories, legend, and songs of the past must never be forgotten for they teach us who we really are Bond: I would do anything for other members of my old troupe/my long lost family Flaw: I ‘m a sucker for a pretty face or a kind word. Personality: Jambu is a chatty Halfling druid who counts animals and people among his buddies equally. He comes by way of a checkered past: subsistence farm boy gone roadie and finally taken in as an animal caretaker/cook for Druids. He is in search of: long lost family/friends. He loves to hear a good story and he's not too bad at telling a tale or two himself, especially if provided with a nice hunk of bread and cheese. Physical Description: Jambu stands at a height of 3 feet. He is muscular and of average build, though thinner than the average Halfling. He has large brown welcoming eyes and dimples when he smiles. He has shoulder length wavy hair which usually keeps bound in a ponytail. His attire is that of a simple peasant boy decorated only by his brown leather armor which is embroidered with an image of a waterfall plunging into a still pool, symbol of the goddess Eldath.   Backstory:The morning sun began its daily ascent, slowly melting away the violets, then the pinks and finally the oranges. Its golden rays shone down on the collection of wagons just off the dirt road. Inside one of those wagons, a small boy, dark-haired and dark skinned rubbed his eyes and rolled over once before throwing off his blanket and scrambling to a stand. He tiptoed about gathering kindling to start the campfire. Soon the fire was roaring and he had a hearty stew cooking. Others in the travelling troupe were up by now. “What’ve yer got for us this mornin?” asked one of the men dusting off his lute. The boy looked into the pot he was stirring. “A fine figgy puddin,” he said importantly. It wasn’t of course because there were no figs. Not anymore. Not since he’d been travelling with this group of performers. He sighed. He was grateful. The musicians were the only family he had now. His farm village was gone, the fig trees all chopped up by the barbarians that had attacked. The animals all grotesquely butchered. A tear came to his eye remembering that. As for his mother and father and his five siblings, he was still holding out hope they had escaped and survived. Someday he would find them. By the time all of the performers had had their fill of Jambu’s stew the tree shadows were beginning to shorten. “Time fer us to move along, got a ways to go today. Jambu, we’ll need water.” One of the musicians thrust a large jug at the boy. “Start with that one. Quickly now.” Only Jambu caught the strange twinkle in the man’s eye. Water jug in hand he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking. Then he grabbed one of the lutes that was propped up against the tree and hopped down to the river. The river was running high. Jambu watched little eddies forming and dissipating around the exposed stones downstream. Stripping his shoes off he walked into the middle of the stream lute in hand. The river sound would drown out the sound of his playing. He smiled gleefully then and began to strum. His feet danced about on the rocks as he strummed for no one but himself. “Lords and Ladies. . . May I present Jambu. Loud applause.” Jambu never heard the river swell over the roar of his imaginary applause. He was tumbling suddenly, water swirling all around him. He thrashed his arms and legs. Water filled his ears. For a moment he managed to stick his head up. He gulped in a breath of air. Before he could cry out for help another wave submerged him entirely and all went black. When Jambu came to he was alone in a strange place. The musicians were nowhere to be found. In fact there didn’t seem to be anyone around at all. Well almost no one. Jyo the tree frog was there, staring up at the giant boy with his lidded eyes. He jumped up into the boys hand and started croaking. “Well you’re a fine friend,” Jambu smiled. Soon Jambu had befriended not only Jyo, but also Sandia the barred owl, Nana the turtle and Chippy the chipmunk and many others. He learned from them where to find food and what places were safe to sleep in. In time the boy even fashioned a new lute for himself. In his spare time he made up stories and set them to his lute music. As he grew older he began to wander about further and further, until one day he wandered right onto the grounds of a Druid Keep. Delighted to find people again he offered his services as an animal caretaker and cook. Jambu grew to adulthood among these Druids. It was in the Keep that he learned stories and legends of old about the origins of the world about the nature of the universe. The Druids taught him of their nature magic also and of the Old Faith. Jambu flourished under there care and was content for many years. But he had not forgotten the promise he had made to himself. I must go in search of my family. And so at last when the time was right, he bade farewell to the Druids and set off into the world. Character sheet: Jambu Rhyss

[MarcusAmonodel]

Wistari Keove Class: Fighter Race: High Elf Background: Sailor Alignment: Chaotic Good Traits: I enjoy sailing into new ports and making new friends over a flagon of ale. Seeing the wonders the world holds is a way to honour the gods' creations. Ideal: Freedom - The sea is freedom to go anywhere and do anything. None should be denied freedom. Bonds: Those who fight beside me are those worth dying for. Flaw: I see the world as a series of puzzles and challenges set forth by the gods. Failure to live up to expectations ... well its not wise to disappoint a god. Character Sheet   Wistari stood on the edge of the Silver Catfish's deck and looked out over the town of Oakhurst lost in thought. It was a novel feeling knowing that he would be spending the foreseeable future on land. Not that a river barge like the Catfish really compared to sailing the open seas. It had been a good voyage up river. He had managed to sign on with the Catfish with relative ease once he made it known he had been a ship's carpenter. It seems the barge had sailed without a carpenter for nearly a decade. Obviously travelling with a carpenter wasn't as critical on the river, but he was still surprised to hear it had been so long. So it wasn't surprising when the first mate kept him busy with a series of tasks that had been long overdue. It had been a good trade for everyone involved. Catfish's upper deck had been restored to virtually new, and Wistari had been able to travel safely all the way to the town sprawled out before him. The elf just stood there next to the first mate; a tall proud half-human who's former military service seemed to be serving the captain well. To be honest, it was one of the reasons he had approached the man in the first place. The prospect of serving on a civilian ship, and a human one at that, had been ... daunting after serving on the Sashelas' Song for so long. Captain Kaduna of the Song had been eager to take on the two brothers. Wistari had just finished his apprenticeship as a carpenter and Aliyu had just been confirmed as a cleric of Deep Sashelas. The entire crew had made allowances for the brothers despite their civilian status, especially once it was known that they meant to work just as hard as the crown's sailors. For three years Captain Kaduna had led them back and forth across the elven trade routes hunting for pirates. It had been an exciting and rewarding life. But a short one for Aliyu. The Song had put into a mainland port following the battle that took Aliyu's life. It was a human city, but one with a populous elven quarter. Wistari had been able to find a priestess of Sehanine Moonbow there to preside over Aliyu's, and the other fallen's, funeral rites. The cremations had gone well. Crews of several ships in port, not just the Song, half the elven quarter and even a delegation from the city itself came to pay their respects to the pirate hunters. It was perhaps the first time that the young elf had realized just how many lives the crew of the Song had served beyond the elven crown. After the crowds had left, and the pyres burned low, Wistari continue to stand holding vigil under the stars with Sehanine's priestesses. They stood with him through the night, tending the pyres when needed. But the women didn't stand silently. They recognized the grief in Wistari and were able to offer council, and planted the emotional seed within him that he needed to celebrate and honour Aliyu's works and life. They helped him through his grief, singing songs of mourning as well as songs of celebration. They even sang along to the few sea shanties that Wistari managed to play. The night had been cathartic for the young elf. Under the silver blue light of the moon, in the last hour before the dawn, the priestesses had gathered Aliyu's remains and placed them within an oaken lidded bowl without comment. He recalled being so thankful to them for the quiet meticulous care they took with his brother. Wistari left the shrine with the dawn and made his way to the seaside. He was perhaps a half mile from the city when he found a secluded sandy beach. One of the local fishermen had told him of this beach the day before. It was a perilous place for ships, but for his purposes this morning, it was perfect. Wistari found himself walking over a half mile into the sea with the water level never getting more than waist deep. It was an idealic morning. The winds and waves were cool but calm and the elf had no trouble reaching the edge of the sand bars. There, alone but for the majesty of Deep Sashelas, Wistari opened the bowl and said goodbye to his brother. He watched as the wind kissed the remains and spread them across the face of the sea until all that remained were a few pieces of bone and an ashen opalescent gemstone. He stared as the wind stripped the last of the ash and bone from the bowl leaving only the gem. Stunned, he just stood there watching the wind blow the pea shaped gemstone around the bowl in circles until he noticed the bowl itself. In his grief he had been oblivious to the craftsmanship of the wooden bowl. It was a masterwork. An functional piece lovingly crafted by a true artist. It was as though his brother was speaking to him in that moment. The priestesses had been surprised when he returned the bowl, but had readily explained that the bowl was crafted in a town upriver. As he traveled up river, he had become more confident with his decision to leave the crew of the Song behind. Captain Kaduna had agreed to take a letter back to his family, and had even taken up a collection from the crew. They had gifted him with a simple but well-fitting suit of chainmail to help protect him in his landward travels. Every night on the Catfish, the elf had performed his katas after the human crew had gone to sleep for the night. It had taken well over a week, but he was finally comfortable wearing the armour. Now looking out over the town of Oakhurst he turned to the first mate and thanked him. Wistari then pulled his shield, blade and pack over his shoulder and made his way down the gangplank. Ready to start a new adventure.

[Admin Choc]

 

Step 1: Write 5 background and concept elements that you feel are important to your image of the character.

Bg 1:
Stoerris was boyish as a kid, and felt punished for that when she was sent to the Temple. She accepted her new path, putting faith in her parents and ther wisdom, combined with the fact that she wasn't that bright anyway. At first, she missed her brothers, a lot, it felt like pure inner pain thinking about them. The pain went away after long physical practice, which explained the fact she was eager to be active almost all the time.

Bg 2:
Stoerris is the youngest of a family living at the North of Errelar. Both parents were working in the trade business, and after giving Stoerris a new life purpose life was hard for them. Their oldest kids, 4 boys were bitter about Stoerris sent away, they felt responsible, guilty, and became resentful towards their parents. They never showed it, they were raised better than that, but when they were getting older there was something growing inside of them, something lurking in the dark and they were expanding their interests towards the East of Errelar....

Bg 3:
Stoerris learned a lot in the Temple, and at one point found serenity in the beliefs of the Hamatulatsu I know this is Pathfinder stuff but it is more flavor than mechanics*. There was no end in combat, there was only learning to do for the next time. Scars were telling a story, and were visible memories of a lesson learned, and Stoerris felt honored to have been a part of it.
She practiced every second and did not listen when the teachers tell her to slow down and take a rest. At one point she wanted to go back home, and she wanted to be able to protect them all. The more skilled she became, the more she grew as a person.

Bg 4:
Stoerris tried to make friends with other students, but never found a match. None of the women living close to her were like her brothers, and deep inside of her the longing for them grew.

Bg 5:
Tibetha and David Wolfswift were high placed locals, and they were trying to be loyal to the King. Disobedience was not allowed, and they were firm in beliefs. Nobody knew if they were hitting their children, but rumors were heard that life was rough within the Wolfswift-walls. The four sons were not talkative, and always polite as being taught, and if you would ask the neighbors, they would answer there was something odd about those kids.

Step 2: List at least two goals for the character.
At least one of these goals should be one that the character has, while another should be one that you, as a player, want to see developed over the course of the game.

Goal 1:
Fight. Stoerris was taught at a young age to help others, and the Temple learned her to help others by offering them scars to change their lives. If you could make an evil bandit come clean by showing him the way of the Hamatulatsu it was the highest reachable goal for a Temple student. And Stoerris wanted to be the best.

Goal 2:
Be reunited with her brothers.

Step 3: List at least two secrets about your character.
One is a secret the character knows, one is a secret that involves him but that he is not actually aware of yet.

Secret 1:
When Stoerris turned 18 she was free to leave the Temple, to be herself in a world of chaos. She started to search for her brothers, and she learned they were not at her old home anymore. Her parents were off and the house was empty, so she simply asked and wandered to find them. People said they left for Cachelas, and some people said they were dead. And the shadows were pointing her at the direction of Neverwinter.

Secret 2:
Stoerris never tells people this, but she is almost sure she was with her brothers. Not within death, she thinks. It was after a fight, she... lost? She was sure she was winning, but there had been some light. The light was luring but voices told her to come back, Samael? There was nothing after that anymore, only the rough waking up.
Within her something new was born, and growing, a knowledge to hide in the shadows. To stay awake and alert, an instinct telling her to run and never look back. Stoerris did not understand everything that happened but was aware of the people staring at her. And after that weird event, she lost her ability to sleep...

The other side We were not searching for her, we found her. Unexpected, we thought she was still locked up by our parents... She was fighting and loosing, we had to... we had to intervene... And at the same time, we could not put her into danger... Mattthias told me not to do it, we were not experienced enough, and Christoph tried to stop me, but I could not let her die, not now! We just were reunited. When she called my name my heart broke, I realized I could never tell her what I had done, for I have sinned, and am a threat to her well being. We all cried, for the cruelty of life and we decided we had to let her go, she needed to be free, and even though she is in our heart, we need to leave. It was hard to see her 'wake up', and the confusion written all over her face. We loved her, we love her, for all that, she has been or will be in the future - we are so sorry -

Step 4: Describe at least three people that are tied to the character.
Two of them are friendly to the character, one is hostile.

Tied 1:
Samael, Christoph, Matthias and Simon Wolfswift, her brothers.
They were important to her when she was young, and she missed them a lot while she was in the Temple. Now that she was free she is looking for them, and has a strange feeling that they are close. Or that they were close and left her?

Tied 2:
Stoerris has a weird relationship with her parents, she would always obey them without a question asked, but her obedience was based on something dark. It was based on fear, and it was a pure contradiction to what she had learned in the Temple, to love and give, to hurt and heal, to teach and learn.
And yet, she loves her parents and would do anything to protect them.
Always

Tied 3:
When she was at the temple, her progress was seen, encouraged and admired, and that made the envy of others grow. Two women were hating her for the progress made and took every opportunity given by life to tease her, trip her, and making her life extra hard. Stoerris tried to forgive them, but at one point there was a midnight battle, a battle Stoerris could not avoid. The next morning Angelica Stoneward was trying to hide the cut in her face, but when it healed a huge scar was seen. A scar that was granted by Stoerris, a remembrance of a battle fought and a lesson learned. But Angelica never appreciated the lesson.

Step 5: Describe three memories, mannerisms, or quirks that your character has.
They don't have to be elaborate, but they should provide some context and flavor.

MeMoQui 1:
Every night Stoerris is fighting, and in her dreams, a demon is torturing her and stealing her sleep. She often hears the voices of her brothers, and the darkness in her dreams are telling her she has been dead before. The dreams are difficult to ignore, and Stoerris is certain to defeat her demons at one point. She never fears the sleep, she is willing to fight it, every night.

MeMoQui 2:
Interacting with only females changed Stoerris, and sometimes the feminity pops up at certain situations. Sentences, manners, social etiquette, everything is taught and learned. She can be very sociable, as long as she doesn't forget it.

MeMoQui 3:
Stoerris need to do something with her hands, all the time. Cracking her finger bones, touching things, biting nails, holding something and play with it. Whatever is close needs to be touched, felt and played with

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STAT BLOCK Stoerris Wolfswift, Level 5 VariantHuman Monk HP: 11/11, AC: 14 PP: 11 Initiative: +4, Speed: 30ft Background: Hermit Saving Throws PROF Str +4, PROF Dex +5, Con +1, Int -1, Wis +1, Cha +0 Abilities: Str 15, Dex 16, Con 13, Int 8, Wis 12, Cha 10 Feats & Spec. Martial Arts/Attack Unarmed/Monk weapons; Bonus attack unarmed Temp:

What is she doing in town?
Getting lost ;-)

[lydklein]

Torin Shadowfoot

Name: Torin Shadowfoot
Race: Lightfoot Halfling
Class: Rogue
Background: Urchin
Alignment: CG

Traits: I like to squeeze into small places where no one else can get to me.
I sleep with my back to a wall or tree, with everything I own wrapped in a bundle in my arms.
Ideal: All people, rich or poor, deserve respect.
Bond: I owe a debt I can never repay to the person who took pity on me.
Flaw: Gold seems like a lot of money to me, and I'll do just about anything for more of it.