[Characters] The Petting Zoo

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Relationships This table will be filled in to note the inter-character relationships! Name Silentwing (Owl) Banjo (Monkey) Midnight (Cat) r'Eb (Frog) Pumpkin (Calf) How Silentwing (Owl) feels about... A little sad, a little mad, a little frustrated, and whole lot of curious. Energetic, interesting to watch but hard to follow. Definitely worth his time. The cat seems the most like him, observant and curious. He wouldn't mind getting to know her more. It curious to see a frog not hidden. It seems ungainly and isn't very fun to watch. Not very edible. Pumpkin is the largest animal he's interacted with. And almost as energetic as Banjo! Watching her antics is fun, but she's kinda loud for his taste. How Banjo (Monkey) feels about... They have not interacted much, but Silentwing sure does "look around" a lot, so as long as Banjo is not tattle tailed on. I love myself right now, why not? I'm so cute, and just got "accepted". Banjo likes Midnight, she is furry like him, and purry when he gets to pet her. Banjo is not sure about r'Eb. He gets around in a jerky way, and is kinda slimy. Banjo loves Pumpkin, and she loves him. Banjo especially likes the tasty flies at the back end. How Midnight (Cat) feels about... She gets along well with Silentwing, and shares his interest in hunting mice and toying with small prey, though she thinks he's a bit stuck up when he has no interest in hunting that bright spot dancing around on the floor that comes from the sun reflecting through glass wind chimes. Few are allowed to "touch" Midnight and the exception is Banjo due to his grooming digits and the fact that she sees him as a kindred spirit. If able, she'll follow him into any adventure, but almost without fail back off when caught or blame is incoming. If endangered, she won't leave Banjo hanging however. That would be myself Perplexed by r'Eb's love of just lying there in the dirt and eating. Not believing for a second that he isn't just sitting and waiting on a moment to jump into action, she takes every opportunity she can to "goad" him into moving - like knocking things into his habitat or into the side of it. Midnight loves Pumpkin's energy, and often envies her size as she tends to get noticed when she wants to. Midnight thinks of how she could perch atop Pumpkin's back if they ever get released from this place and need to journey - to conserve energy of course. She likes hearing Pumpkin making noise and speaking of this or that, and if she ever needs to be lulled to sleep Midnight just tunes in and falls asleep to Pumpkin's talkative rants. How r'Eb (Frog) feels about... Kinda scary. I like eating, not being eaten. I feel tired watching him jump around. And the loud noises sometimes disturb my snoozes. Makes me nervous, silently staring, flexing those sharp claws. I am so plump and handsome, but also lonely. Such big frog squishing feet! How Pumpkin (Calf) feels about... Silentwing is... well, silent a lot of the time, so Pumpkin doesn't consider him a very good conversation partner. Banjo is one of Pumpkin's favorite friends - he's one of the few that can keep up with her energy! And his nimble fingers are very good for scratches. Midnight is lots of fun! Pumpkin likes to exchange stories of growing up on the farm for those about other places Midnight has heard/dreamed of. She'd love nothing more than to run around a big, open pasture with her (or, if asked, give her a ride on her back). Pumpkin doesn't see a lot of the little frog, but she's fascinated by him. He's so round and lumpy, not fluffy at all! And how can he possibly be satisfied with sitting in the mud all day? Pumpkin is quite restless thanks to her cramped quarters, but she's optimistic about her future.

[Azathool]

Application: Banjo Image created with DALL-E 3 Race: Monkey Name: Banjo Character Sheet: RPGX Sheet Description: Banjo is a small capuchin monkey with a scruffy, reddish-brown coat that always seems slightly disheveled. His face is a patchwork of expressive features, with dark, beady eyes hinting at mischief and an endearing curiosity. His long, nimble tail curls and uncurls habitually as if it has a mind of its own. Banjo’s fur is dusted with patches of mud and leaves, remnants of his many attempts at "escape," and he’s often seen chewing on a twig or scratching his head, making him look a bit rough around the edges. Personality Banjo is a cheeky, resourceful little monkey with a knack for getting himself into trouble (and sometimes out of it). He’s a social creature who thrives on interaction—be it with other animals, humans, or anything that looks remotely interesting. With a boundless curiosity and a tendency to mimic others, Banjo often finds himself “borrowing” objects that catch his eye, hiding them away for safekeeping. He’s unashamedly messy and isn’t above throwing food (or poop) when he gets frustrated or excited. Despite his antics, he has a kind heart and is fiercely protective of his friends. He can sometimes be wary of humans, having been caught and caged by them, but he’s willing to give them a chance—especially if there’s food involved. Background Banjo hails from a dense, tropical forest far from the coastal towns near Alaron. He once lived freely in a lively troop of monkeys, foraging for fruits and bugs and learning the ways of the jungle from his elders. His life took an unexpected turn when he was captured by a group of travelling merchants, who saw his small size and playful nature as ideal traits for an exotic pet. From then on, Banjo’s life was a series of cages, carts, and noisy marketplaces until he eventually ended up at Himelli's Pet Shop. He’s a bit of a “new arrival,” still coming to terms with his confined surroundings but already plotting his escape. Though a little roughened by his experiences, Banjo’s natural cleverness has made him street-smart and a bit sharper than most small beasts. He's learned to observe and adapt, waiting for his moment to break free.   Writing Sample Three Longer style games here (I have have some shorter/quicker form games) Leatherface Valthrum Brother Aster Why Do You Want to Play? This is a great idea, a novel take on D&D, and I have bandwidth since a couple of games dropped, and winter is coming on so lots of free time. Long Term Plans Hadozee; Druid (Wildfire) or Rogue (Soulknife) are my two top options.

[Revlar]

Silentwing Race: Birdie/Owl Name: Silentwing the Horned Owl Description: Silentwing is largely dark brown, with speckling of dark burnt orange throughout his plumage and around his eyes. The underside of his wings are white, banded with solid brown stripes front and back. There is a small white patch on his chest, usually hidden when his wings are folded. His claws are large and strong. Although he is a deadly predator, he is also thick with down and soft. His horned feathers; for which he is known; are tall, mixed with both browns and oranges. No matter how dangerous he may be, on the outside he certainly seems quite soft and full of autumn colorings Personality: Silentwing is a predator. There is no getting around it, and he doesn’t feel bad about it. Most animals accept that their place in nature is circular and death is just a part of life. He doesn’t necessarily enjoy his place in the circle, but he accepts it. However…he kinda likes his prey. They might seem kind of dumb. And they were. But they were also curious and playful. Other owls were so serious and quiet. Mice and rabbits were easy to catch, but they were more interesting too. Even if they were scared of them, he liked to watch them and listen to their chattering. He ate when he needed to, but he also had a small community he watched over, like friends even if they didn’t know it. And when he could, take those animals which were threats to his friends. He is an owl, a predator, and to some, a silent protector Background: Horned are quite common in all the forests of the land. In that respect, Silentwing isn’t unique. However, his parentage is something special. His father was a wizard’s familiar, and much smarter than any of the other animals in the forest. His mother was a simple, but beautiful, horned owl. It’s no surprise his father fancied her, but their liaison was short and sweet. Since his mother was a normal owl, he wasn’t tied to a wizard or confined to a extraplanar space. But there was still a small amount of magic that permeated him. It didn’t take him long to realize he was smarted than other animals. The gap only got wider the more he grew. He was fond of his mother and his small community all the same though. He knew that no matter how smart he was, he still had limitations. He had settled himself into the role of protector of his community and fostered the relationships he could, even if the others were somewhat shallow to him. It was a good life as far as he was concerned. A group of humans came through the woods, hunting down and capturing animals of the forest. They avoided the larger ones, but took the smaller ones with impunity. They were capturing, not killing, for some reason he couldn’t fathom. He community was captured and decimated by these crude creatures. They wielded weapons and nets like he had never seen before, he didn’t understand what these things were exactly. He couldn’t understand them. Although he knew these creatures were larger than him and more dangerous, Silentwing had to do something, anything, to save those he had protected for so long. He swooped and attacked the humans. He scored many hits, sent some scrambling and cursing. He landed and used his sharp beak to rip open a bag and small mice and a few rabbits and all the other ran for safety. But before he could take flight again, he was covered in a fine mesh net which tangled his wings no matter how he struggled. Then he found himself in a bag too. Although he didn’t about cages and pet shops or what else was to come, he was proud he freed those he was able too. No matter what became of himself. Silent wing didn’t enjoy the cage he eventually found himself in. It was limiting. He couldn’t fly or hunt! However, not everything was bad. If he thought mice and rabbits were interesting creatures, he was no prepared for the variety of animals in Himelli’s Pet Shop. If nothing else, well, he was certainly entertained and perhaps…..he finally found animals who could be more than just a community. But friends also.

Character Sheet

[Drachenspirit]

Midnight Race: Cat Name: Midnight < ------------- Character Sheet Description: Midnight is upon first glance just another black cat. Any attention paid beyond the passing glance reveals something else. This black cat seems to always be paying attention to everything that is going on around her - as long as she isn't curled up sleeping and purring away somewhere. Her shiny black coat remains so due to the near constant and immaculate care given to it by her tongue baths and occasional paw rubs. Her eyes though... the intense gaze seems to be looking into your very thoughts, and perhaps into your soul. Personality: Looks and appearance are one thing, but what's behind those intense eyes of Midnight's are anything but malevolent and evil. Sure, she's got a curious, agile, and devious mind at times, but her overriding desire that sets her moods is, "what's of use?" This includes people and other critters with whom she'll ally for just about any cause - even if that cause is as simple as sneaking up on that feather on that quill hiding behind that jar of jelly on the desk there. Midnight loves to make new acquaintances as they all have stories and ideas of their own that she can daydream about and hope to stumble upon one day so she can experience something new. Background: Midnight was taken as a kitten from a local breeder and into the home of an aspiring Wizard named Jettison. If she dwells on it long enough, Midnight will remember that his name was something else entirely. This word description is how she referred to him in their manner of speaking through their thoughts once she became his 'Familiar.' This connection opened up a whole new world for her, realizing there was a world of the arcane woven unseen into the real one. Sadly, she was only his Familiar for less than a year when one day their connection was severed. Someone had locked her into the small living area of the Wizard's home while she heard some disturbance in other areas of the house. After two days of her wondering what had happened and having almost clawed herself a hole in a window seam to get out, local wardens came and took her away in a small cage. Some Gnome proclaimed "Druid" spoke to her as if they were another cat and asked if she'd seen what happened to someone. She didn't know of whom he meant at first until he explained it was the man who had lived there. Jettison. She didn't, so the Gnome stopped speaking to her. After spending a few days in the Warden's offices, she was tricked with food to get back into the small cage and taken to the pet shop... sold. Of course, she didn't really "know" she had been sold, just that she seemed to now be in a place with a lot of other animals waiting... on something... It. Was. Boring. Writing Sample: Hard to pick one or even a few, but here's one of my favorites for one of my first ever D&D 5E created characters. It's her reaction to the Fall of Elturel. It's not very long, and there are many others from games I DM/GM, but I should think one from a player's perspective is more fitting here. https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthre...00#post9035300 Why Do You Want To Play? - Breathing life and character into creatures/characters that have been spawned from my imagination or those that may otherwise go unnoticed is indeed a passion of mine. Aside from RPing here, I am in a game in RL (sometimes more than one) and an Not a "writer" until published, at least from my point of view towards my own ambitionsaspiring writer with several works "out there" being looked at/considered.

[Kobbledink]

r'Eb   Race. Frog - Special ability: Can jump well, and breathe water too! Name. r'Eb, the Horned Frog Description. r'Eb is a short, rotund chap. He is covered in gorgeous golden, coffee and tan patterns. His skin is a little knobbly here and there, and always looks a little...moist. He is especially proud of his large eye ridges, which shape his face handsomely. Personality. r'Eb's favourite things are eating, wallowing in a murky pool, eating, rainy days, eating, sitting by himself, and eating. He is proud of his his size, he sees no shame in displaying how comfortably he is living. He can be a little lazy, and does not enjoy exercise. Background. r'Eb does not remember a time before the petshop. He is not a native species to Alaron, but was bred here. He sometimes struggles with the feeling of not belonging anywhere. If he eventually found his way back to his native swamps, would he be welcomed or an outsider? Noone seems to accept him here in Alaron, as he looks weird and foreign. Himelli, the shop keeper, looks after his basic needs well enough, but r'Eb yearns for a family, to belong. Writing Sample. r'Eb's black eyes slowly fluttered open as the shop filled with light. I seemed another day was beginning. Grumbling at the disturbance, he closed his eyes again, snuggling deeper into the damp loamy soil in his enclosure. However, the banging and clattering of the shopkeeper busying about getting the store ready for opening time filled his ears and he failed to slip back into the quiet abandon of sleep. He resignedly opened his eyes again and fixed an angry glare at the back of the shopkeeper as she bent over, digging through a cupboard. As she stood up, r'Eb spotted what she carried in her hands, and his eyes widened. "Could it be?" He thought hopefully, "Is it today?". Watching her intently, he wriggled out of his dirt hole bed, ignoring the clumps of soil sticking to his skin. Waddling slowly to the front of the enclosure he stood on his hind legs and braced his bulk against the glass, straining for a better view. The shopkeeper was going along the row of cages, stopping briefly at some, and dropping something in from the small tub in her hands. "Come on! Come on!" r'Eb pleaded. In excitement he started trying to scrabble up the glass, his large belly thwarting his efforts and turning his eagerness into a awkward, jerky almost-dance. The shopkeeper was almost at his cage! "This is it!" He thought, one last desperate hop almost toppling his heft over backwards. But his heart sank as she walked right. past. his cage. In an instant all joy was sapped from him. He sunk back down sadly on all fours, face staring sorrowfully down at the dirt. He was so absorbed in self pity that he didn't notice she had returned until he heard the lid of his enclosure opening. "Did you think I'd forgotten you?" The shopkeeper asked, "I had to get the big ones for you." His black eyes shined with tears of gratitude as she dropped 3 large crickets next to him. "I do love feeding day." He thought to himself happily, as the crickets swiftly disappeared. Development A grung ranger most likely. Although I do like the idea of him becoming a wizard. Why Do You Want To Play? I love this idea of starting a character based off an animal, and chosing its path based on how the play develops, rather than starting with a race & class. I can commit to posting most days (I'm usually at my pc) but realistically at least 2-3 times a week. I am new to D&D, but have been bitten by the bug and I am eagerly searching for a group to play with. I have played a short one-shot 'taster' campaign aimed at beginners. I am drawing inspiration for r'Eb from my Argentine Horned Frog (Pictured), also known as the Pac-Man frog. In real life his name is Cricket, as that was the reason I actually went into the petstore.

[DahliaHawthorne]

Pumpkin Character Sheet Race: Calf (Charolais) Name: Pumpkin Description: Pumpkin is a charolais calf, a stocky breed farmed for meat. By the standards of her kind, Pumpkin is a bit of a runt. Despite that, she's easily one of, if not the largest animal in the pet shop, with the top of her head right around waist-height of your average human. Her coarse fur is very pale, with a slight orange hue. Personality: What Pumpkin (comparatively) lacks in size, she makes up for by force of her personality. And her mooing! Pumpkin is very talkative, and will happily strike up a conversation with anyone willing to listen to her. Closed quarters means that everyone is, essentially, forced to listen, but she at least has the self-awareness to stop talking when they become agitated. And she isn't just energetic socially; she often prances around the perimeter of her enclosure, yearning for the big, open pastures of her old home. But the other cows there were so lazy and antisocial, and here she has plenty of friends! She tends to have a one-track mind, so focused on one goal (like conversing with another pet) that she forgets other, arguably more important things, until she collapses from exhaustion or realize her stomach is growling in pain. But she does it all out of goodwill for her friends, only wanting to entertain them when she can. At only six months old, she's still young, and growing up in the pet shop means her worldview is rather limited. (All those cows who disappeared from the pasture must love their new owners!) She very adamantly believes that anyone and everyone can get along if they're patient enough to try, and doesn't fear any of the predators in the pet shop at all. Of course, none of them have ever tried to eat her... Background: The sprawling fields Pumpkin once called home was once visited by the Green Goddess Eldath. The Guardian of Groves adored the warm sunshine, the blossoming wildflowers, and of course, the sweet and docile cows that grazed there. ...Of course, that was countless years ago, certainly too long for simple cows to remember. The fields are now common farmland, home to cattle being fattened up to be butchered, and no one who's set foot there for the last few centuries knows it was once blessed by a goddess. Still, perhaps just the tiniest bit of her magic remained and made its way into the ditzy little calf, given her inclination towards using words before her (metaphorical) horns. While larger than many of the animals kept at the pet shop, Pumpkin was on the smaller side compared to the other calves on the farm. When the owners were offered a pouchful of gold in exchange for the runt, they didn't think twice. Writing Sample: Pumpkin watched the latest customers to the shop with wide eyes and wiggling haunches. The bars of her enclosure kept her from greeting them herself, but she stayed pressed close to them, her head as far out as she could get it. It was always exciting when customers came around - even though Pumpkin never got to go home with them, she loved hearing the sounds of their new, unfamiliar voices, and their nimble hands as they ran through her fur. "Over here!" she bayed, hoping to get their attention. She saw the little girl's head turn in her direction, and her eyes light up. The taller one - her father, Pumpkin presumed - looked significantly less endeared to her. The little girl ran right up to her, and just as Pumpkin had hoped for, started scratching her, right in that hard-to-reach spot behind her ears, and she closed her eyes in contentment. The other human was saying something. Pumpkin picked out words like "space" and "noise," but none of the words that connected them. But he sounded frustrated. "What's wrong?" Pumpkin asked, but he couldn't understand her, either. Pumpkin knew talking to them rarely worked, but it didn't hurt to try. She opened her eyes to see that the girl was moving away from her now, the other human leading her by the hand. Pumpkin was sad to see her go, but she felt good for the little kitten that she ended up taking home instead. The kitten would love the little girl's ear scritches. Why Do You Want To Play? I'm a HUGE fan of xenofiction, and I will take any and all opportunities to write from the perspective of an animal. It opens up so many avenues for unique character philosophies, culture... and trying to solve problems without thumbs! Plus, I prefer the roleplay over the roll-play aspect of Dnd, and this seems like the perfect game for that.

[Kshnik]

App     Race: Snake (Naga) Name : Noodles Knowledge: Advantage make camp/find safe place to rest Description: Noodles, being a snake, looks like one. He has smooth and shiny scales with a color pattern of alternating bands of white and blue.. Noodles has large eyes and round pupils. He has short fangs in front of his mouth. Still young Noodles, when he expands his neck ribs, has a hood that is not fully formed. When threatened he vibrates the tip of his tail. Personality: Noodles likes to take things slowly. He is opportunistic when it comes to eating. A bug is just as good as a worm. When not hungry he is fairly docile. He speaks little and is secretive about his past. Background: Noodles broke through his egg and took off away from his scattering siblings. The big yellow ball passed across the sky twice before he was picked up by some grubby hands. He tried to bite the hand but his mouth and teeth were not strong enough to pierce the skin. Since that day he has been in some sort of container. Every few days a handful of insects and/or worms are dropped in. Noodles casually catches one and eats it.

[kanly]

Application Race: Red Eared Slider Turtle Special ability: Great armor there, and you can breathe water when you want! Name: Nixie Description: Nixie is a Roughly the size of a human palmsmallish green and yellow turtle with brilliant red patches at her temples just behind her eyes. She has very stylish black circular markings on her ventral carapace and swirled brown and yellow markings on her dorsal carapace. Her short stout limbs end in long, elegant webbed feet that allow her to glide effortlessly through the water, but are still though she does loose much of her fluid grace when out of the water.functional for scrambling about on land. Her skin, where exposed, is cool, slick and supple, allowing her to bend and stretch as needed. Personality: Nixie is an incredibly curious turtle, and while curiosity may have killed the cat, she is confident (right or wrongly) that she is tough enough to survive any dangers that she might discover. After all, mystery is the spice of life, so she can't wait to discover how things work and what makes people tick. Background: Nixie was born in the feywild, but did not stay there long. When she was about half the size that she is now, one of her clutch mates discovered a strange glowing pool near their pond and dared all of the siblings to go in and find what caused the glow. Nixie was the only one who was brave (or foolish) enough to try. The pool was not very wide but extremely deep and just kept getting brighter and brighter the further down that she swam. When the water was so bright that she could only open her eyes the smallest sliver she finally saw a beautiful cloud of swirling energy that was the source of the light. Mesmerized, she swam closer and closer until she felt herself caught up in energy whirls. Feeling invigorated, she played in the strange currents for what felt like hours until the light slowly started to fade and the currents dissipated. However, when she breached the surface, the forest looked different and her clutch mates were nowhere to be found. Searching for them or her pond, Nixie eventually realized that she was completely lost and no longer knew where the pool was that had led her here. It was at that time that Himelli found Nixie and brought her back to the pet shop. Perhaps sensing something of the feywild about her, the old woman started calling her Nixie and the name has sort of stuck. She has been in the shop for a while, longer than many but not so long as some, and she is starting to get bored. Not so badly that she wants to escape tonight, but unless something changes soon she will find a way to make a new path. And then the bell started ringing... Writing Sample: https://www.rpgcrossing.com/showthre...50#post9229950 Why Do You Want To Play? I love stories from unusual perspectives, and have had fun with a convention one-shot of a day in a familiar's in the past. Also love the pet Avengers comics.   Turtle Tiny beast, unaligned Armor Class: 17 Hit Points 4 (1d4) Speed: 15 ft. STR DEX CON INT WIS CHA 7 (-2) 7 (-2) 10 (0) 7 (-2) 10 (0) 7 (-2) Senses: passive Perception 12 Languages: Beastspeak Challenge: 0 (10 XP) Special Traits Withdraw : As a reaction, the turtle can withdraw entirely into its shell. While in its shell, the animal gains +5 to its AC and advantage on all Constitution-based saving throws. +2 Perception Actions Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +0 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 1 piercing damage. About Offensively, a turtle has a relatively strong, beaked jaw. Its primary form of protection, however, comes from an armor-like shell (into which it can withdraw its vulnerable legs and head). This heavy carapace, however, slows them to a well-known crawl.