[D&D-5e] Storm King's Thunder

[Anea]

I am just hoping the DM will just make 2 groups of 5 since we currently have 10 completed characters up for them to use. That would be nice

[Fadonsuded]

How do you feel about the UA Lore Master Wizard?

[Agrudez]

Name Gavin Oriel

Race Half-Elf

Class Paladin (with intentions to MC with favored soul sorcerer)

Background Folk Hero

Personality: Religion used to shackle me and thrust me into senseless battle, but now the only thing I fight for are the people.

Ideal: Everyone has a right to live in peace and enjoy their lives - if someone or something tries to take that away from the people, I will not stand for it.

Bond: I don't just fight for those whom need it, I genuinely care about them as well.

Flaw: I believe I can save everyone without any help from anyone - even when the odds are impossible.

Backstory Gavin was raised in a monastery and taught the ways of battle as a holy warrior from a young age. Once he reached adulthood, as payment for his training - as it was with all those whom learned this art - he was sent off on countless missions in the name of the Church to fight her enemies. Each time Gavin came back from yet another bloody - often senseless - conflict, his distrust of the church deepened until one mission in particular broke the dam and he forcibly split himself from the Church. No one yet has gotten close enough to the paladin to know what truly happened that day, but those whom know him best often wonder if it still weighs heavy on his mind - as he stares off in the distance with a forlorn look upon his face. At present, Gavin has managed to make a new life for himself separated from religion - though, curiously, his holy warrior powers still seem to work despite this. Now, he uses his skills to help make the lives of those in need around him better. Whether that might be clearing out a band of orc bandits or helping to overthrow a local lord overstepping his authority. And the people love him for it - heralding him as a 'folk hero' of sorts. And Gavin, in return, loves the people as well. It is for this reason that the paladin found himself in this dreary tower speaking with the borderline hostile Thull. Falling stars were often ill omens in folktales, and Gavin had felt the concern of those he defended over the matter. He, himself, was not as superstitious as they, but if all he had to do to ease their minds and alleviate their fears was an odd job for an eccentric astronomer - whom was paying no less - then that seemed well worth the effort.



Edit. Changed race to Half-elf

[Fadonsuded]

Application Name: Casmin Scrollgaxer Class: Wizard Race: Deep Gnome Alignment: Neutral Good Background: Cloistered Scholar Personality: Personality Traits: I'm used to helping out those who aren't as smart as I am, and I patiently explain anything and everything to others. Ideals: Knowledge: The path to power and self-improvement is through knowledge. Bonds: I work to preserve a library, university, scriptorium, or monastery. Flaws: I am easily distracted by the promise of information. History: Casmin was once a sheltered gnome. Well, as sheltered as one could be in the Underdark. He was small, even for his race. He was a scholar, from a line of scholars, one of many who were tasked with maintaining the great library at the Svirfneblin city of Blingdenstone. In school his love of books made him a regular at the library. He once discovered a rare tome on an obscure subject, and solved a riddle that barred entry into a locked door. Though his family was relatively well off he still had to take odd jobs like delivering mail, transcribing books, and tutoring his classmates to make ends meet while in school. He has a knack for dragonchess and was a member of the school's chess club. After graduation he became a scholar at the library like his parents. He enjoyed his job, with it's mundane daily regimen punctuated by the occasional excitement of discovering a new alchemical recipe or creating a device to turn pages. He had never ventured outside the city, and was content not to, satisfied with a life devoted to books and research. Life had other plans for him. In 1371 DR the Drow of neighboring Menzoberranzan sacked the city. The library's knowledge was useless against the demonic magic of the Drow. The sack forced many deep gnomes, including Casmin, to flee the city. Forced to live on his own in the hostile environment, Casmin quickly discovered the best way to survive was to be unseen and unheard. In 1440 DR the deep gnomes, with the aid of Mithral Hall and Silverymoon retook Blingdenstone from the Drow. The library where he once worked had fallen into disrepair under the Drow, and many books had gone missing or were destroyed. Casmin, along with many of his fellow former scholars, has been tasked with exploring the overworld to rediscover the lost knowledge, and maybe even find some new ones.

[G in Japan]

Originally Posted by Fadonsuded

How do you feel about the UA Lore Master Wizard?

I need to reread it. I will get back to you.

[dracina]

I just put the finishing touches on the background! I don't think I missed anything and I left the background very open ended, leaving it after my character gets her pact with her patron as a warlock.

[Huhart]

Any feedback on my app?
Too campy? Too silly? Too Christmasy?

[dracina]

@ Huhart: I mean, I really like it but I guess its not my opinion that counts ^^;

[G in Japan]

Originally Posted by Huhart

Any feedback on my app?
Too campy? Too silly? Too Christmasy?

I don't usually give feedback on applications before I have officially looked them over, but I will make an exception for this one.

No. No. Maybe a bit.

When I first read it, I thought that you were just having a goof and I almost wrote to you to make sure you really planned to use the character as written. But then I thought about it and three thoughts came to mind:

1) This is a game that is all too often taken as serious business. But, it is still just a game.
2) This app sounded like one of the crazy ideas that I or one of my friends back in university would have pitched.
3) IT'S A GAME.

Feel free to continue on with it, if you want. Although I will say that Wenceslas is traditionally a given name, rather than a family name. Perhaps Goodkin, Wenceslas (as in Wenceslas Goodkin) would be better?

[OfficerHalf]

I'm a tad late to the party, but here he is. Let me know if I missed anything. I'm not using a UA circle, but can use the UA Beast Shape rules if you prefer them. I'd have a picture, but I'm on vacation without access to photoshop.

Character Description Boddyknock "Berry" Berryhill Name: Boddynock Berryhill, everyone but his parents call him Berry. Race: Rock Gnome Class: Druid (Circle of the Land) Alignment: Neutral Good Physical description: If Berry ever slowed down, he might be cherubic, but his manic life pace keeps him fit and trim. Just into his 30's, he's still quite young and inexperienced, but grown to his full three and a half feet tall already. His night black hair is kept short, to tame it into small spikes rather than wild growths, but his clothes are often wine stained (from making, rather than drinking), and various mosses, mushrooms, and molds are to be found in his pockets. Background & Personality Traits: Background - Guild Artisan (Vintners) Trait - I always want to know how things work and what makes people tick. Ideal - Generosity: My talents were given to me so that I could use them to benefit the world. Bond - I crafted a great work for someone, and then found them unworthy to receive it. I'm still looking for someone worthy. Flaw - I'm never satisfied with what I have - I always want more. Backstory: Berry never fit. He was shorter, he smiled too much, he broke things taking them apart, and he liked books when the other kids wanted to run and play in the streets. Such was his lot as the only Gnomish child in his Neverwinter neighborhood, but Boddynock Berryhill never let it get him down. His father and mother ran a small herbarium, which allowed the family to live in a middle-class neighborhood and, importantly, afford an education for Berry. He flitted from book to book, starting many but finishing few, and careened from project to project, tinkering, building, planting, cooking, and writing. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do, but he sure knew he wanted to do it. He did plenty of odd jobs around the city for any craftsman that would take him. Whether it was repairing fishing nets, rebinding books, or emptying the fermentation vats at the local monastery, he soaked up bits and scraps of each craft. Winemaking stuck like other skills hadn't, and Berry has continued it since. But as he started his real education, he found that, like his herb-minded parents, plants and animals interested him most. At university, Berry took every opportunity to forage and explore, both in the library and in the Neverwinter Wood. He was intrigued by the Druids of the forest, and petitioned to join their circle. Perhaps it was madness, or a bit of affirmative action, but the largely elf and human circle allowed Berry a place at the table. He's never fit here either, but he is thriving, spending part of his time studying with the circle, and part in the back room of his parents shop, crafting his latest batch of wine.   (Separated by backstory milestones above) ODD JOBS - Repaired fishing nets for room and board (DEX +1) - Rebound books for extra money (DEX +1) - Whittled small wooden animals for local children (DEX +1) - Assisted a clock maker for many weeks (DEX +1) - One month at a local monastery. (CON +1) AT UNIVERSITY - Poisoned by a large spider in the Library, but recovered. (CON +1) - Hiked across the realm collecting insect samples. (CON +1) - Discovered two new species of plants. Useful in alchemy. (INT +2) - Study animal tracks in the field. (WIS +1) - Researched venemous snakes. Wrote a paper. (WIS +1) IN THE CIRCLE - Spent month studying nature. (WIS +1) - Sampling tree bark, run into treant. Exchange knowledge. (WIS +1) - Forcasted a major flood and saved numerous lives. (WIS +1)

[Osse]

Akos of Blacktree
Race: Half-Elf	Class: Barbarian
Background: Uthgardt Tribe Member

The Story of Akos By the northeastern edges of Lurkwood, sat the small village of Blacktree. Those who called it home were half-elven kin of the predominantly human Griffon tribe, one of the most powerful of the Uthgardt. They lived longer, but they did not have as much sway when it comes to tribal politics. Among them was a peculiar man named Akos. He was the second child of the chieftain's sister and eighth in line for the post. Though technically highborn, the freedom granted by the unlikelihood of him becoming the leader have made him different. Akos preferred to work alone as a hunter. Often, he disappeared for days at a time, only to come back bearing rare meats, fruit, and other foodstuffs. He's got a nose for finding such things. Combined with an acute sense of taste and a knack for making even goblins palatable, he has become quite a celebrity in their clan. One day, he was summoned to pay respects to the elders of Griffon's Nest, the main settlement of their tribe, located south of Lurkwood. There, he stayed for several months, cooking and teaching. When he got back to Blacktree, he had found most of the village covered in snow and ash. It had been attacked by giants, two days prior. And only a dozen of its people remained, including Habagat, the chieftain. Now, next in line, Akos had been tasked by the old man to find she-who-has-the-mark-of-the-feather, a person prophesied to be the second coming of Uthgar. Habagat saw her in a dream, or so he says, and that now is the time for her to appear. Bound by duty to the clan, Akos set out on what he considered a fool's quest. Not too long after that, he spotted a woman bathing in the River Surbrin. On her back was a birthmark, shaped precisely like a griffon's feather. Her name was Vanoriana.

Personality Trait 1: I have my own ideas about what is and is not food, and I find the eating habits of those around me fascinating, confusing, or revolting. Trait 2: I am always picking things up, absently fiddling with them, and sometimes accidentally breaking them. Ideal: Honor. If I dishonor myself, I dishonor my whole clan. (Lawful) Bond: I hold no greater cause than my service to my people. Flaw: I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies.

Physical Description Akos easily stands out when he's not in Griffon tribe territory, for he is rarely seen without what strangers call his bird costume. It is fashioned out of falcons, griffins, and aarakocras. On his body are tattoos signifying his lineage and his accomplishments. He paints the area around his golden-brown eyes with ashes of a certain kind of tree found only in Lurkwood. He carries a small pouch of this wherever he goes. Akos is as tall as two goblins stacked together and he weighs as much as three.

[Sassafrass]

Vanoriana Silverlute
"You're going to need more handkerchiefs, if this next song is half as good as the last."

Name	Race	Class	College
Vanoriana Silverlute	Moon Elf	Bard	College of the LoreFochlucan

Background	Personality Traits	Bond	Ideal	Flaws
Entertainer	Nobody stays angry at me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension; I'm a hopeless romantic, always searching for that special someone	Creative: The world is in need of new ideas and bold action	My instrument is my most treasured possession, and it reminds me of someone I love, though I don't remember them	I have trouble keeping my true feelings hidden. My sharp tongue lands me in trouble

Description: Riana is a cacophony of contradictions, all based on expectations. She looks like she might be an aloof entertainer. She looks like an Elf. She is, and she is not these things. Her dress is accented in earthy tones that make her pale, translucent Moon Elf skin seem to be more made of earth than stars, her auburn hair seems to make it more grounded. Her dress revolves around those earthen tones, often a brown leather vest with a color of her choosing for the evening, mostly blues or greens, whichever suits the tone of the situation more. She is prone to boots and pantaloons, yet never seems anything but feminine. Her eyes are large emeralds, fitting into the thin slits commonly found in Elves. Her hair is long, but in a bun or braid that drapes around her neck like a vine. Her ears are often tucked into her hair, or just peering out. Her mouth wears her emotions openly, and can move rapidly between these. She is never without her silver-trimmed yarting, a stringed instrument with a rapid sound that moves her feet and keeps her aloof.

That word perhaps describes her best. She is home nowhere save her own skin, and wears that fact openly for all. She is gregarious, exceedingly so, and has a hard time staying mad at any of the mortal folk, no matter their injury to her or their ill temper. She is an entertainer, and enjoys the spotlight; she has no qualms reminding herself that all folk love the attention of others, in some form or another. Even devils need mortals to make their deals. She cannot stand prejudice, cannot stand deceit, but most importantly, she cannot stand a frown the most. She is dramatic, good at playing a part, and has no qualms with bending the truth for a laugh, but outright deceit for a darker purpose rubs her the wrong way. She is a solo performer and while she does make her own material, she is often embarrassed to play it and prefers the songs of others. But she is aloof, ready to play into the hearts and minds of everyone. At least, superficially.

Most of her content, and her wordplay, and her song choice, comes from her need to feel loved. What connections she's had is in the community of players, her colleagues and teachers and mentors. Most of whom are now dead, sadly, but in them she found solace. Love is not something she's terribly experienced with, but is highly interested in and somewhat obsessed with. It pays to be single-minded. Despite recent insistence that she is something she is not, Riana is willing to take all comers, at least, but does so with a grain of Calimshite salt.

Backstory: A good tragedy has to be spiced with mystery. Two Elven merchants, their names unknown, the carriage destroyed, and the only sign of the source of that destruction and their deaths were giant imprints on the ground. What kind of imprints, a young, interested, perhaps sad Riana would ask her adopted family? Why, no one seemed to know. Old Jolena seemed to think it was a Dragon from the Spine of the World, come down to repay them for a faulty trinket; hoshposh, said Blind Mag: it was a Storm Giant, sent by their King to get revenge against them for bearing such a beautiful daughter with hair that rivaled the Fire Giants. But it was her near-father's answer that always intrigued her. "You'll have to wait until you're old enough to find out, my dear; and Elves do live so long, who knows when that'll be?" It infuriated her to no end when Darketh Bramblewheel, Halfling Merchant of Luskan, told her that.

The babe who would be Vanoriana Silverlute was found in a tree, her basket having been flung from the ruined cart, her parents battered bodies buried beneath a billowing ash on the round from Silverymoon to who-knows-where. She was found by the Halfling merchant and his caravan on their way to Triboar, and they adopted the babe then and there. Thinking her a Half-Elf from her growth, they soon discovered her slow development and moonlit skin proved more Elven than not. She was raised in a community of traveling artists and merchants, able to play both roles with great familiarity and depth, and the caravan's constantly changing faces left her with a permanent sense of impermanence. When she was 40, still a child by her people's standards, the now-elderly Darketh, in his final voyage from Waterdeep to Silverymoon, returned her to her presumed ancestral home of that good city, and there, left a sizable sum to pay for her schooling in professional loremastery and lute-fiddling. A final gift was parted that would not be delivered until her 120th nameday, whence she would be an Elven adult. Darketh would not live long enough to see that day, but he was the closest thing she came to having real family, and a real father besides.

The money therein paid for her to have an education at the college of Fochlucan, a wizen university of music and history and lore and goodness, tied to the Harpers. Fond of that organization, her time in the caravans made her less reserved than her Elven kin, though she learned their ways almost like a second skin. Her accent is second-hand, her manners over-enunciated, her style perhaps garrish for an Elf. By the time she was 115, she was so done with being an Elf she all but gave it up. By then, she was living on her own, the last of her artistic family dead, and she took care of herself, often through her performance and the networks she made. At her coming of age performance at the Fochlucan, she was finally given her present from Darketh by her favorite teacher, a Human Druid-Singer named Leloch: a Amnish lute called a yarting, trimmed with a silver tree and moon. Hence came her title: Silverlute.

Since then, for the last two years she has traveled the North, as far south as Neverwinter, as far north as the edge of Ten-Towns, playing, looking for life and love and laughter, and spreading cheer where she can. Recently, a stranger claimed the mark on her back, which she always thought was strange when others brought it up (just above her shoulder blades, it is visible to her only in a mirror and apparently is some kind of bird; she thinks it more a blob) was proof she was needed for something special.

She knows she's special, but she's not anyone's savior, or queen, or whatever it is.

[RedWolf0214]

Posting for interest. Should have my application up in a day or two. Thanks in advance for taking the time to check it out!

[L0stTh0ught]

Here are someone more pairings that come to mind of what I want to RP:

Green Hornet and Kato

Lone Ranger and Tanto

Ishmael and Queequeg (Moby Dick)

Bart and Jim (Blazing Saddles)

Michael Knight and Kitt

Penn and Teller

a good version of Bob Hoskins and Jet Li from Unleashed also fits, or even what "Joe Buck and Enrico "Ratso" Rizzo (Midnight Cowboy)" had fits the archetype

[Huhart]

Originally Posted by GinJapan

When I first read it, I thought that you were just having a goof and I almost wrote to you to make sure you really planned to use the character as written. But then I thought about it and three thoughts came to mind:

1) This is a game that is all too often taken as serious business. But, it is still just a game.
2) This app sounded like one of the crazy ideas that I or one of my friends back in university would have pitched.
3) IT'S A GAME.

Feel free to continue on with it, if you want. Although I will say that Wenceslas is traditionally a given name, rather than a family name. Perhaps Goodkin, Wenceslas (as in Wenceslas Goodkin) would be better?

My concern was that you were thinking I was goofing around and not consider it. Or, that you thought it was too offbeat to fit your game concept.

I assure you that my intention is to play an arctic themed druid with a I know, that's a quite reach for me.jolly and compassionate nature.

That said, I will add a bit about his encounter with the atrocious giant "Frost Mizer". And how he St. Nick allegedly did this. Google it.saved three children from being drowned in pickle juice.