[Characters] Explorers of the Unknown

[JohnStone]

Application Danelli Driftwood Race: Wood-Elf Class: Fighter (Rogue) Alignment: Chaotic Good Background: Outlander Trait: I’m driven by a wanderlust that led me away from home, though still nothing can shake my optimistic attitude. Trait: There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest. Ideal: Life is about fun, adventure and excitement. Bond: The people I adventure with are my friends and friends are worth fighting for. Flaw: I am overconfident in my abilities. The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't Appearance: Just over 4 feet tall with a youthful gate and expression Dani could almost be mistaken as a child. She wears supple leather armor in a myriad of muted colors. Her handmade longbow is nearly as tall as she is. Always prepared she carries the gear needed for nearly any adventure. Personality: Cheerful and energetic, Dani is an optimist and romantic. She views life as one great adventure and is happiest when there's action to be had. She rarely sits still tending to pace and fidget when bored. Although fearless and impulsive she can usually keep a level head to get a job done. Backstory: Danelli grew up in the elven forest, part of a closed community. For as long as she can remember she wanted more out of life, she craved adventure. She joined the rangers as a scout hoping to find something there but found military life too constricting. eventually she set off on her own and found the Gilded Compass.

[Dorack]

Application ready for review. Approved, just needs to pick a feat.

Ticus Tellerum Name: Ticus Tellerum Race: Hafling Class: Rogue (Arcane Trickster) Background: Guild Merchant Alignment: Chaotic Good Posting: 3 times a week Character Sheet Personality Traits: Ideal: To free Perusia from its tyrant, to help others the way the Guild helped him and his family Bond: Family comes first, then the Gilded Compass Guild. Everything is else is of little importance. Flaws: Rules will not stop me from doing what needs to be done. Appearance: Ticus is a slender, rather tall Halfling. He smiles a lot and seems to be always playing with something in his hands. He dresses in simple, dark leather clothes and has a knack to avoid drawing attention to himself when he chooses to. He cuts his hair short and shaves often. Family Backstory: The Tellerum’s of Perusia   Ticus’s clan, the Tellerums, hail from the land of Perusia, a small kingdom east of Lenloth, where the the hafling clan ran a successful coaster business for centuries. Used to travel far and wide around the continent, these enterprising merchants were important traders and news gatherers for the Perusians. Things changed with the sudden death of King Loeff and shortly after the demise of young crown prince Elomne. Loeff youngest soon, Dennem, a wicked, evil man ascended to the throne. He began to rule the land with an iron fist, looking to impose his will on everything and everyone. That led him to war with small neighboring kingdoms and Perusia fell to its darkest time yet. The haflings of the region were deemed unfit for army conscription; instead, King Dennem imposed brutal taxes and confiscated goods to fill his ever-hungry coffers, to pay for his war. The Tellerum endured, for a while trading the best they could within the new laws, but soon corruption and injustice ran rampant. Bribing officials and turning a blind eye to the executions were only but a sample of the daily lives of Perusians. Somehow, spontaneously, the Tellerum’s began to resist their monarch. First there were small acts of defiance or disobedience, but when they were harshly punished, they gave lip service to the crown but secretly began to work as smugglers and spies. The haflings caravans were vital for keeping what little commerce Perusia still had, so they continued to travel in and out of the realm. Soon they became a way out for fugitives and a way in for food that was smuggled to avoid it being confiscated for the troops. Personal backstory: about Ticus   Amidst all this turbulence, Ticus was raised. As soon as he could, he learned the family trade, yet he also had to learn the shadier skills that her family were resorting to. His parents always taught him that, though they were cheating, stealing and smuggling, it was because King Dennem was starving their people, something that Ticus would soon see with its own eyes. Ticus grew a roguish merchant, risking his life, as did all his kin, to help Perusia in any way he could. He led caravans, forged friendships with innkeepers and common folk, and help those in need the best he could. In the meantime, he discovered he had a knack for magic, yet he only managed a few basic tricks and lacked a tutor to teach him properly. Finally, one day King Dennem found out what the halflings had been up to. He Guilded each and everyone of them executed. A savage hunt began, and the haflings fled the land or went into hiding, many failing to escape the tyrant’s grasp. Ticus family, once smugglers themselves, sought a way to be smuggled out of Perusia. And when all hope was lost, agents of the Gilded Compass Guild came to their rescue, safely taking Ticus and his family away, relocating them up in Lenloth. Ticus never forgot the brave heroes he owed his life to, and when his family finally resettled, he requested to join the Guild and serve them until his debt of gratitude was repaid. The Guild had a few qualms about the hafling and his roguish nature, but also saw potential in having a loyal agent capable of operating in the shadows and with the shadier elements of society. He also showed some talent for magic, though still untrained. So, the Guildmasters gave Ticus their approval and he has been part of the Guild since, while also starting to train his magic skills seriously. Personality:   Ticus is an amiable and good-natured person. He is deeply thankful and loyal to the Guild for saving him and his family and has vowed to use his skills, no matter how shady or dubious in their method they seem, for a greater good. Still, he likes to have fun while at it and tends to bend the rules to see how far he can get away with it. He knows any Guild must have rules, hierarchy and discipline, yet he also knows that sometimes all that gets in the way of what needs to be done. Ticus dreams of one day returning to Perusia, yet while King Dennem rules it with an iron fist, that is but a fantasy. In the meantime, he has is happy to help the Guild puch back the encroaching darkness around Lenloth. RP Sample:   RP Sample Role-Playing Sample: Ticus picked up the pace. He was late for the meeting and he knew his contact was more than twitchy. If he lost his trail, he might not pick it up again. He went under the royal bridge and he saw it. Or rather, Ticus spotted the silhouette reflected on the water. It was a nice trick, not quite full invisibility, but handy still. Perhaps one day he could master doing something like that. You are late. The voice was faint, spectral. Ticus smiled like he always did. Didn’t they tell you a wizard is never late, nor is he early, but he arrives precisely when he means to? After a brief moment, the voice said You are not a wizard… Not yet interrupted Ticus, but I’m not that late either, so let’s call it even, shall we? What have you got for me? What about my price? Ticus raised an eyebrow. Are you doubting me? Or perhaps you doubt the Guild, is that it? Maybe we should part ways now, so I can tell the Guildmasters you are having second thoughts about our arrangement... No. No. Our deal stands. Just give me… Nope. Your last tidbit proved a fool’s errand. We are willing to dismiss it as an oddity, given your past record. But you better give me something with more substance or we will conclude that your word is as solid as you are presently. Ticus thought he could hear a low grumble. He looked at the reflection in water and saw the figure reaching inside some sort of satchel. Instinctively, he reached for his blade, but in that moment, a small parchment appeared out of thin air. The halfing reached out and grabbed the note. Let’s see what we have here. My price... It will not go anywhere. Now shush. I’m trying to read here. Ticus read the paper and froze. If this was true… it could mean a lot, a big whole lot. He almost ran away, back to the Chapterhouse, but suddenly remembered his interlocutor. He reached for his pocket and draw a small pouch. The sandlike content of it had always intrigued him, but he still hadn´t found a way to open the container. He threw the pouch up in the air, and suddenly, it was gone, as was the reflection in the water. Smiling, Ticus turned around, and headed back to the Chapterhouse. He had news to deliver.

[Vislands]

Approved

Vydera Name: Vydera Race: Vedalken Class: Wizard Personality: Calculating. Cold. Ruthless and willing to make great sacrifices in the pursuit of her ultimate desire. Vydera makes little concession to others, and rarely does anything without angling for returns on her end. She is fond of nature and the natural world. History: Exiled from her ancestral home, Vydera has journeyed from afar and found a new home in the town of Lenloth. The Gilded Compass opened its doors to her and she found the guild perfectly suited her needs, both in finding customers for her alchemical skills and creations, and allies for exploring the rich lands surrounding. Post Rate: 3+/Week

[Zwingli]

Approved

Jair Name: Jair Gwedraven Race: V. Human Class: Paladin Appearance: Jair is a picture of age and experience, with a hefty chunk of muscle. The years he spent with the Twin Rooks are evident in the lines of his face, but he still can still intimidate many a young warrior with his solid build and implacable expression. Personality: Jair prefers swift deed to flowery speech, and has a reputation for being impolite in the best of times and downright sour in others. One can tell that the man has a chip on his shoulder, though as to why, no one really knows. He disdains "civility" and is most at home in the battlefield, with fellow soldiers or warriors. His loyalty to his crew, even going so far as to stand in harm's way for the sake of a wounded ally can ease the sting of his gruffness, however. History: Working under the chain of command can chafe if you do it long enough, and Jair has had enough (for now, at least). Years spent serving under the mercenary band Twin Rooks earned him no significant ranks, only scars. After leaving his unit, the man finds himself answering the call for adventurers for The Gilded Compass, but this time with the intention of carving his own path to glory. Perhaps here with the Gilded Compass in Lenloth, Jair can garner for himself the power and glory he craved but failed to achieve when he was with his old group. Post rate: 5+/week, 0-1 on weekends

[Courtadpole]

Messaged about needing a character sheet.

Kargon Stonestrider
Race: Kobold
Class: Sorcerer(Draconic Heritage:Red Dragon)
Appearance: Kargon is 3' tall, and weighs just over 60 pounds. Feebly weak, He uses 'his' staff as a crutch as often as he uses it as an arcane focus. Wearing a dark cloak to hide his identity, his red scales shine dully. He has a light crossbow and two daggers on his hip, and a burlap sack over his shoulder that looks to hold everything he owns.
Feat: Magic initiate: Wizard(Mage hand, Prestidigitation, Find familiar: Owl[reskinned as a miniature red drake, if that's fine])
Backstory:

 

Kargon was a kobold scale sorcerer whose tribe worshipped(was enslaved by) a red dragon. However, a rowdy gang of adventurers raided his dragon's lair for their hoard, and the dragon was slain. Kargon distracted the adventurers for long enough for his tribe to flee deeper into their mines, but he was captured by the adventurers. He slipped away by offering them a secret section of the hoard, by pulling a secret lever that was actually set up as a trap. Fearing that they would one day find him and exact revenge, he fled far from his home underground, until eventually, he found himself near Lenolth. Driven by the greed of his dragon ancestors, he seeks to emulate the red dragon who previously owned him. However, he lacks the confidence of his red dragon master(because of his years of forced submission and worship). One day he wishes to become a true dragon himself.
Background: Inheritor: In the hoard, while he was captured by the adventurers, he "inherited" the wizard's spellbook and staff. He is completely unable to read it aside from the cantrips and find familiar spell, but treasures it greatly and would never part with it, considering it the start of his hoard.
Personality Trait:Red Dragon emulation: Kargon attempts to emulate a red dragon in everything he does. He often lacks the cruelty and confidence that it would take to portray this, however.
Ideal:Might. If I become strong, I can take what I want—what I deserve. (Evil)
Bond:I have a family(tribe), but I have no idea where they are. One day, I hope to see them again.
Flaw:I’m convinced of the significance of my destiny, and blind to my shortcomings and the risk of failure.

Post rate: 2+ per day, more often during weekdays but i can still play on weekends.
The inheritor background is a bit of a stretch so if you or any of the other DMs have concerns about it please PM me.

[Papillon]

Please Review | Approved

Golden Compass Dossier Name: Cyara Race: Half-Orc Class: Bard Appearance:   You approach the lady from behind. Her long, tangled black hair hides her neck and face from that angle. She rests easily in an athletic posture. Her athletic frame gives you the impression of a guard or mercenary. Her attire is plain, warm, and quite practical. She appears to prefer wool and leather, and a fondness for blue fabric. When she turns around you notice her more orcish features. Her face is sea green in color with high cheekbones and a prominent jaw. Small tusks protrude from her mouth and pointed ears give away her ancestry. Her eyes are a light blue, a rarity with her dark coloration. She bears an overstuffed backpack in hand and slung over her hip is crude-looking scabbard. She holds the heavy bag with ease and the metal blade bounces around like an empty purse. Under her long tunic and trousers is a hale body and trim muscles. She stands tall at 5'10", not quite blending into the crowd. While you watch her, she is humming to herself and tapping the pommel of her weapon with her hands. Her eyes are distant, taking in the big picture rather than focusing on a single person. Personality:   Cyara has the personality of a brownie with the fierceness of an orc. Strange as it may seem, the young lady pulls it together splendidly. She tends to find small or tight out-of-the-way places to sleep. She loves food and often ingests before considering consequences. After eating, she does her best to pay back the morsel but sometimes relies on indentured work. She is quick to embrace friendships and will support her favorite people without request. However, once a place becomes comfortable with the half-orc she often leaves, searching for something new. She continues to cherish those relationships she leaves behind but welcomes the opportunity to make more. When threatened, her darker side comes out. The bard has no qualms laying a beat-down on whomever menaced her path. Growing up as a mixed breed isn't easy and it has left Cyara with little patience for bullying and threats. She struggles with herself to maintain civility and walk away. Personal defamation is much easier for her to ignore than slurs upon her parents. What drives Cyara is the relation of tempo, rhythm, and percussion to the nature of mortal combat. Seeing new forms of fighting and different approaches to violence stimulates Cyara's mind. She seeks out conflict, not necessarily her own, and observes, marking down each participant's movements with musical notation. Every fight has a song. Some are grating and awful to hear while others are whimsical and flighty. It is Cyara's goal to establish a concrete relationship between the two, music and battle. History:   The Gilded Compass guild was an answer to her dreams. Cyara had grown up in a small city. Her father was a half-orc gladiator in the local arena. She had grown up sheltered from much of the prejudice of her race due to her father's local prestige. The occasional bigot was the outlier for her more than the norm. When she came of age, Cyara was given a choice by her parents. She would get married and tend a bar or learn she would learn a craft. No longer would she be given security by her family. The young lady chose a third option, leave. She traveled from town to town, doing whatever it took to survive. She did chores, sang, danced, fished, farmed, you name it. Sometimes she stole. One day she found herself outside a small compound. Within were a handful of old human men with shaved heads. They took her in with the exchange of cleaning the enclosure for food and a roof. She observed the men through their daily rituals with bemusement. They engaged in singing, meditation, sparring, and farming every day. It was after a week of scrutiny that Cyara was visited by a dream. The men danced in her dream, throwing kicks, flipping in the air, spinning around. Each movement was accompanied by grand music, the likes she could barely comprehend. She awoke inspired. Since then she has traveled, trying to find more sources of stimulation. Eventually she made it to the outskirts, where she found the adventuring guild. Surely they could provide limitless models for her work. Post Rate: Multiple times per workday, little to none on weekend

[SenseiSoriel]

Approved.

 

Either Fham or Nia (or even both if I get the experience to try that, but I would like to focus on Fham). Nia is choosen for the simplicity of her build.

Character: Fham
Race: Human
Class: Monk, but with a bit of chaos from the sorcerer wild magic background
Appearance: She's a 5 foot 9 inch human woman. She has a fair skin color and in a crowd, she would stand out due to her blue hair (caused by some of the chaotic energies that dwells within her). But what might strike the most as odd are her eyes, whom are a pale grey with specs of gold.
Personality: She tends to avoid peoples, but because of her ''curse'' or whaterver she calls it, she has to interact with people. She also tends to close herself when asked about her past.
http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=78134
Ability scores modifiers can be changed (rolled dices at home to reference her stats and see how I would build her). Going to guess that bought means we get 27 points and we put them where we want.

Character: Nia
Race: human
Class: Rogue
Appearance: A small and petite inconspicuous woman with tanned skin, black hair and hazel eyes. But don't judge her from her size, she has more bite and tend to give you a fight.
Personnality: She's a friendly woman, but keep her guard up for anything that may sound suspicious. And if you become a true friend of her, be wary, cause if you ever are in trouble, watch your purse closely, cause it's going to empty fast. She loves money more than friendship and if you betray her, then watch... no, don't watch your back, just expect misfortune to fall upon you.
http://www.rpgcrossing.com/profiler/view.php?id=78002[/U]
Here again, the ablity score modifiers are only there for reference sakes.
Scores have been adjusted with the 27 points rules. Funny I didn't notice it in my player's handbook at first.

Can post everyday except maybe the weekends. And I will take the time to play here before playing any of my switch or smartphone games. Will usually post in the evenings.

Note from self: Planning to write the adventures and post them on the forums. Of course, I will request the permission from their creators to the characters if I can use them in my writings (which I do only for the fun of it). Credits to the characters creation and actions will be given to their respective owners.

Small edit: both characters have been created using only the Player's Handbook.

Edit 2: So yeah, choosing Nia here cause she's a simpler build and I will keep Fham for when I will be more experienced.

Edit 3: Arranged the ability score modifiers and added the feat to the character sheet, added it's campaing name. Should normally be ready to play now, just point me out if there's anything that needs to be changed.

[TNK]

Application ready for review Approved.

Alaeris Alaeris Name: Alaeris Race: Valenar wood elf Class: Ranger Appearance: Tall and lightly built, Alaeris moves with a quiet confidence. Scars from a century of warfare cover his skin, which still reflects his relative youthfulness for an elf. Personality traits: I'm always respectful and polite. I keep my face covered whenever I can as part of a religious vow. Ideal: When people obey orders blindly, they affirm a kind of tyranny. Bond: I miss my homeland in Eberron and wish nothing more that to return with my ancestral double scimitar. Flaw: I have a weakness for the vices of the city, especially hard drink. Background: Mercenary veteran History: I was a mercenary captain, of the Silver Skirmishers, a band of humans under my command. We fought for those who paid, but only if they were of a suitable moral character. We were fighting in Cyre, when a blinding flash shot from horizon to horizon, followed by the loudest roar I ever heard, culminating in my loss of consciousness. When I awoke, I was on a hillside clearing in an utterly unfamiliar forest, with my ears still ringing, and my treasured heirloom double scimitar gone. Whilst I am at home in forests, I needed to find out more about where I had found myself, and made my way towards a town visible in the distance, the town I found to be the one known as Lenloth. Post Rate: 1/day

[Atrayn]

Ready for review Approved

Thaumilda Name: Thaumilda Greyguard Race: Mountain Dwarf Class: Cleric Appearance: She is a ruddy-skinned, auburn-haired young dwarven woman who is earnest and friendly, but who eyes don't belie much of a sense of humor. Personality: Thaumilda believes that she has let her faith down and works hard to attempt to repair the damage. She won't return to her clan until she has made things right in her own mind. She will fight for causes she believes are right and strives to live within the tenets of her faith. She does not suffer fools easily. History: Thaumilda was an initiate of a temple of Tyr, having traveled there to study from her birthplace in the mountains. She was skilled in her cadre, but left the college after defusing a potentially deadly hazing situation between one of her classmates and a senior student. In doing so, she had to break some of the rules of the Temple and was asked to leave. She is ashamed of being of kicked out of the Temple, and is reluctant to return to her clan's hold, even though the incident wasn't her fault. To survive, she has joined the adventurer's guild. While not terribly friendly or full of humor herself, she is taken by those who are cheerful and easily sees herself as their protector. Post rate: 4/week Other information: I'm a pretty dedicated and active player who is up for almost any type of adventure. Looking forward to playing with everyone.

[theenglishslug]

Application ready for review Accepted

Application: Qeldaar Myastonnish Name: Qeldaar Myastonnish Race: Dragonborn (Blue) Class: Fighter Background: Gladiator Personality Trait: I'll settle for nothing less than perfection. Ideal: Creativity. The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. Bond: Someone stole my precious weapon, and someday I'll get it back Flaw: A scandal prevents me from ever going home again. That kind of trouble seems to follow me around. Appearance: Qeldaar (Qel for short) is a 6'3" burly blue dragonborn. While he is quite thick around the middle, it is clear that he is muscle to his core, due to his days in the fighting pits History: Qeldaar started working as a stable boy for a well-known fighting pit boss. In order to make a little money on the side, Qel would be a part of the less dangerous fights as a planted heel. As he grew older and stronger, the boss put him in more and more dangerous fights as part of a fighting pair with a gnome who was conscripted as a fighter for payment of a crime. Due to the gnomes small size, he would have been killed in the first fight if not for Qel's use of a broken door as a shield to protect him. From that day, Qel began doing anything in his power to protect those close to him. Personality: Qel is cocky and self-confident, truly believing that he is Io's gift to the world. He understands, however, that he cannot stand alone, and in a fight, will do anything to protect his companions from harm. Post Rate: At least 1/day

[JW76]

Application ready for review Accepted

Jelica Name: Jelica Waersa Race: Half-Elf Class: Bard Appearance/Personality/History: "Well if you have a problem when a lady has some some meat on her bones, then I'd suggest you find somewhere else to be." The short, chubby red head placed her hands on her hips, a slight smile playing across her lips. With her shoulder length red hair and freckles splashed across her face, Jelica looks like a lively and merry young woman, but the slight point to her ears give away the elven ancestry somewhere in her past. Always quick with a story, or a song for most occasions, she sees the world as a sculpture created by some celestial artist with a great eye for beauty. As someone that is honest to a fault, her true feelings are exposed for most to see and her tongue has often landed her in trouble. Talkative and open, the only thing she holds back is most any stories of her past. Post Rate: about 5 or so times per week Any additional information: Jelica's background is a bit slim at this point, but I've always found that my characters never really seem to go where I'd like. For that reason, I'm hoping to flesh it all out as we play. Also, I haven't found a picture, since most all available pictures of D&D female characters are overly sexy. Just try finding a chubby red-head .

[MoldyNolds]

APPLICATION READY FOR REVIEW ACCEPTED

Bo'quillian Name: Bo'quillian Post Rate: 1+ times per day Race: Hobgoblin Class: Fighter Background: Guild Artisan (Blacksmith) Appearance: Bo is short, stocky, and all muscle. Chisled from a lifetime of battle, he cares little for hygiene and lets his hair grow long and greasy, his skin dirty. He likes to weave bits of bone, feathers, and personal effects from the strongest of his opponents into his hair and clothing. Despite all this, he makes sure to keep his armor well-oiled. Personality Trait: My honor is what defines me. Ideals: I have sworn an oath to the Gilded Compass. First as an apprentice, then as a soldier. I *will* not break my word. Bonds: I have no family. No friends. Tempus has seen fit to grant me a second chance and I will use it to serve the Compass. Flaws: Many mistake my bluntness and temper for rudeness. History: The sole survivor of Tribe Quillian, Bo fought to the last man... and then kept fighting. The company of Gilded Compass sent to wipe out these marauding hobgoblins had Bo completely surrounded, and still he fought, defeating their most skilled warrior in single combat. Afterwards, Bo could barely remain conscious, let alone stand up under his own power. The Commanding Officer saw something fierce in Bo'quillian and couldn't take the hobgoblin's life. Brought back in chains, Bo spent several years in isolated captivity. It wasn't until the Gilded Compass' master smith, Dondolin Metalgut, came through the prison looking for laborers that he was given a second chance. The next decade saw Bo'quillian taking quite naturally to smithing. He became Metalgut's most prized apprentice and it was with a heavy yet proud heart that when the Compass put out the general call for recruits, he gave Bo his blessing. Bo'quillian jumped at the chance and took the oath in word and blood without question. Despite his now middling age, his time spent at the forge had only served to harden his physique and his stamina. Weapon in hand once again felt right to Bo, even if he served different leaders. Tempus had given him another chance to prove himself in battle. He was sent off to the edge of the kingdom; the frontier town of Lenloth.

 

Bo'quillian | Hobgoblin | Level 1 Fighter
HP: 14/14 | AC: 16 | Speed: 30ft | Funds: 15gp | Hit Dice: 1/1 (d10+3)
STR: 16 (+3) | DEX: 12 (+1) | CON: 17 (+3) | INT: 10 (0) | WIS: 12 (+1) | CHA: 8 (-1)
Saving Throws: STR (+5) | DEX (+1) | CON (+5) | INT (0) | WIS (+1) | CHA (-1)
Weapon Attacks: +5 to hit | 1d10+5 Slashing Damage
Heavy | Reach | Two-HandedGlaive | +5 to hit | 2d6+5 Bludgeoning Damage
Heavy | Two-HandedMaul | +3 to hit | 1d8+1 Piercing Damage
Ammunition | Loading | Two-Handed
Range: 80/320 | 20 BoltsLight Crossbow | Relevant Equipment: Explorer's Pack | Languages: Common, Dwarf, Goblin
Proficient Skills: Animal Handling (+3) | Insight (+3) | Perception (+3) | Persuasion (+1)
Passive Abilities: You can see in dim light within 60 feet of you as if it were bright light, and in darkness as if it were dim light. You can't discern color in darkness, only shades of gray.Darkvision | When you roll a 1 or 2 on a damage die for an attack you make with a melee weapon that you are wielding with two hands, you can reroll the die and must use the new roll, even if the new roll is a 1 or a 2. The weapon must have the two-handed or versatile property for you to gain this benefit.Great Weapon Fighting | Increase your Strength score by 1, to a maximum of 20. While you are wearing heavy armor, bludgeoning, piercing, and slashing damage that you take from non magical weapons is reduced by 3.Heavy Armor Master | Expendable Abilities: Hobgoblins are careful not to show weakness in front of their allies, for fear of losing status. If you miss with an attack roll or fail an ability check or a saving throw, you can gain a bonus to the roll equal to the number of allies you can see within 30 feet of you (maximum bonus of +5). Once you use this trait, you can't use it again until you finish a short or long rest.Savin' Face | At first level, on your turn, you can use a bonus action to regain hit points equal to 1d10 + your fighter level. Once you use this feature, you must finish a short or long rest before you can use it again.Second Wind

[delpinator]

Ready for review Looks good.

ganur Ganur prince of the battletorn mountains Class rogue Racehalf orc background Born to half-orc royalty he was raised as such until the time of his pilaging began. Rather than through direct means Ganur turned to the shadows using great fear and understanding of people along side quick hands. This eventually caused the problems he faced leading to his exile and a new life.

[Watcher]

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Character Name: Jon Fletching Race: Human Class: Ranger Age: Seventeen Description: Jon is a young man who has light hair, green eyes, is fine-featured, and often wears a deep and thoughtful expression. He stands at average height, with a trim athletic build, capable of moving through forest and across plain with speed and agility. His usual attire is composed of tan and green tunics and pants, typically light leather, with comfortable boots and bracers. Often Jon can be seen carrying his bow and quiver, as well as a pair of shortswords on his belt, while also wearing a hooded cloak. Personality: An honest young man, Jon was raised to respect his elders and remain polite to those he meets. Some could call him quiet or reserved, but that wouldn't be accurate, as Jon isn't a shy boy, and is more than willing to strike up conversation with those he meets. Quick to laugh or offer a joke, Jon is an easy-going young man who enjoys opportunities to hear about the world beyond his home. However, when hunting, Jon's focus deepens and he tends to remain silent unless something vital needs speaking. When alone, Jon tends to think a lot, mostly recalling lessons his father has taught him, or pondering about events surrounding his life. He is content with his home, his family, and enjoys being a hunter for the family of farmers. Often he will day-dream about becoming a world-renowned adventurer, of making so much gold that he can own his own lands, and raise a family in his mansion. But, knowing such aspirations are unlikely given his family status, he simply gets on with life and providing for his loved ones who work the farm. Ambition: Jon is still young, he hasn't really worked out what he wants in life. Yet, if he had to speak of ambition, he would likely say to do well by his family, honor his father, and to earn a comfortable living for a wife and children in the future. While other boys his age speak of becoming Kings, Jon has always felt that his place was on his family farm helping as he can by providing food for the family. By hunting and gathering, he is able to feed, clothe and protect those he has grown up with, and feels his lot in life is a worthy one. At worst it gets him out of farm chores, and Jon would rather hunt rabbits any day of the week. In secret, Jon has dreams of becoming a legendary hero, living a wealthy but honest lifestyle, so he can best provide for his family in the years to come and share grand stories of his past adventures with his grandchildren. Background: Jon Fletching was second child of three to a low-born family, being the son of a farmer. Being the second eldest meant that from a young age Jon was groomed to support the family, as his older brother - Caleb - would inherit the farm and responsibilities from their father Leon. Eager to avoid being a servant to his brother, Jon opted to become the family gatherer, learning the ways of the forester and bow. Through determination or luck, the young boy seemed capable of his vocation, proving to be a swift hunter that had a strong aim with an arrow. Along with other small groups of hunters, Jon ventured into the forests surrounding their home, bringing back game that was used to feed members of the family. And while Jon didn't range far, due to the increasing danger surrounding the city, he always managed to come back with food everyday. Unfortunately, when Jon was ten, his mother died through childbirth. The child - the third in the family - survived, leaving Loen distraught and a single father. Charged with raising his children by himself, Caleb placed more responsibility on Jon's shoulders, making Jon range and hunt unaccompanied more and more often in the years that followed to bring in additional wage with pelts and furs. By the age of fifteen, Jon had effectively become the Fletching's main source of income, earning a wage that supported his siblings and their father - whom had become something of a drunkard, unable to cope with his wife's death. By the time Jon was seventeen, Loen was an old-hand, skilled and capable, but unable to offer the village much beyond frequenting the tavern. In the months before constant danger threatened the land, Jon had earned himself a strong reputation as a capable ranger despite his age. And when more and more heroic types began to appear, Jon began seeing the possibility of becoming one of them increasing, and the young man decided to put his lot in to seek fame and fortune, for himself and his struggling family. The next day, Jon signed up with the Gilded Compass Guild and prepared for adventure...

Background Overview Background Type: Outlander Specifics Skill Proficiencies: Athletics, Survival Tool Proficiencies: One type of musical instrument Languages: One of your choice Equipment: A staff, a hunting trap, a trophy from an animal you killed, a set of traveler’s clothes, and a belt pouch containing 10 gp Origin: Hunter-Gatherer Feature: Wanderer

Other - Character Link - Posting Rate: 3+ times a week - RP Experience: High - Group Preference: Any; I am open to any and all adventuring RP with any character/s

[BelnBrunn]

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Name: Beln Brunn
Race: Hill Dwarf
Class: Cleric 1
Appearance: Beln looks like your average dwarf. Burly and bearded, non-dwarves would be hard pressed to pick him out from a lineup of other dwarves. His hair is black, his skin is ruddy, his eyes are brown and he rarely smiles.

Personality: But under his gruff exterior is a gentle soul who truly believes that amazing things can be accomplished when people work together in community. He is serious about his work and doesn’t take kindly to people teasing him about it. He respects others for the work they do but can become irritated when he sees people giving into sloth and not living up to their potential. If you spend enough time with him you will see in the briefest of windows something magical. When he completes a project and he feels it was a success, Beln let’s his guard down and revels in his accomplishment. That is when the fun happens. (Also He is rather fond of elven craft goods, but don’t you dare mention it he will deny it)

History: Born to a small but prosperous clan it wasn’t long before Beln was accompanying his father to the forges everyday. Keeping the fires hot and pumping the bellows became his routine and he loved it. But as he grew older his incessant questioning began to bother his father and the other smiths. He was sent with his mother to learn from the priest at the temple. From then on he learned theology and Smith work equally. During his studies he came across an old story about a star that came crashing down from the heavens far to the west. Only the general location was listed and not much else. Beln dreamed about the work he could do with the metal of a fallen star and began to plan in earnest his quest to find it.

Beln left home several weeks ago to find his star metal and forge a masterpiece. He found himself in the village Lenloth running low on funds and having just misplaced his mule during a freak thunderstorm a day out of town. Like all dwarves Beln has centuries of life yet. He has decided to play the long game, the star metal is out there and he will find it some day. For now he will settle in this town and ply his trades. Equal parts priest and smith, Beln will arm the citizens and guild members of the town, he will teach them the ways of The Soul Forger. When he is ready he will find his start metal and fulfill his destiny.

Post Rate: 5-7 times per week. Mostly weeknights and weekend mornings. Less around the holidays but still regular.
Any additional information: I won’t bail, if life intrudes you all will be warned. Like Beln, Derek believes in the power of a community looking out for one another. So if we team up I won’t flake out