[D&D-5e] Mysteries of Bleakhaven Prep School

[Arthilian01]

I use Google images for all my picture needs

[JReid]

Originally Posted by dbaque

Hey, JReid! Fancy seeing you here.

Hey hey! Longtime no see. Okay it wasn't that long, but hey!

[Arthilian01]

Shameless Bump!

[BattleFries]

Posting definite interest. Just need to know a few things, like how might a lamia be adjusted for play in this campaign, for example. Sent a PM to the GM, just to be safe. Looking forward to learning more!

[Touketsu]

When will the deadline be btw? I’m excited to find out who’s getting selected!

[Arthilian01]

The deadline will be around Halloween.

[BattleFries]

Application: Anima Skye Name: Anima Skye Race: Air Elemental Personality: Haughty, proud, unaccustomed to interacting with other people her own age. Focused to the point of narrow-mindedness. Knows her place and wishes that everyone else did. She sees herself as a fierce woman capable of striking fear into the hearts of lesser beings, though this perception is greatly distorted by her own personal pride. Appearance: Her preferred form is that of a girl of above average height with an athletic build. Her sharp face features serious red eyes framed by white hair that falls down to her upper back. Anima's outfit of choice is a black military dress uniform framed in gold and accented with dark red hues, featuring a decorative rapier that she does know how to use. She would be considered beautiful to look at, if only her demeanor wasn't so cold. Backstory: When an air elemental with the gift of prophecy saw the worlds myriad of creatures taking on human form to better exist in the material world, this seer and his family migrated to the material plane on a world called Earth and chose the family name 'Skye' for themselves, crafting medallions endowed with magic to allow them to take the form of the humans who dominated the world. Sometimes they would even reproduce when in human form, and the offspring would be born a human with the ability to change into their true form, and with a medallion, they would be able to alternate between the two shapes at will. With their considerable power, the Skye family quickly established dominion over an island in the Mediterranean Ocean with their powers over the winds, perfect for winning the hearts and minds of the local sea-faring people. Proving themselves to be just, if firm, rulers with the power to keep invaders at bay, the Isle of Winds came to be as a small nation of fishers and farmers that interacted sparsely with its mainland neighbors. All members of the royal family underwent vigorous military training, both with human weapons and with their own natural abilities. Visitors from the Plane of Air would sometimes migrate covertly to the Isle of Winds to keep the bloodlines from growing stale. Anima was born in the same tradition as generations before her, but in a world rapidly evolving to the exotic and the fantastical. None of it interested Anima, who saw herself as the scion to an ancient and noble house, proud of her origins and history, seeing herself and her family as above the concerns of other, lesser beings such as humans. Fearing that Anima's pride could harm not just herself, but the entire nation when she came of age, she was shipped off to Bleakhaven. She was partially sold on the idea of understanding other cultures for the good of her people, but in truth, she understood that she was being sent away to learn a lesson that she did not feel she needed. Nevertheless, she was but a girl, and her duty to her family was to obey. So she would watch and listen and learn as she had been told. Meanwhile, she would attempt to bring some sense of order to the chaos that had become her new life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Roleplay Sample: How Much the Dutiful Daughter? Lord Veritus Skye rose to his feet to welcome the visiting envoy from the United States of America, and Anima dutifully rose as well, standing at her father's right hand. Her mother was busy seeing to some issue or another with the local Fisherman's Guild, and Anima suppressed a scowl at the thought. Her family were not the humans they appeared to be, but creatures of the wind for which their home was named. The humans went about their lives ignorant of the true nature of their protectors, which had faded into legend, though legends were quickly becoming real again in the human world. As such, was it not right that they bow before their betters? Why should her mother, a noble woman of a noble race, see the need to bother with such rabble? Her father, a giant of a man with a bald head and a thick white beard, took his seat once more, and so too did Anima. "Mister Peter Solheim of the United States of America, welcome to the Isle of Winds. It is my honor to host you here in our home. I'll get straight to the point: with the world becoming more and more interconnected, the Isle of Winds can no longer remain an isolated nation. Our people need to branch out and learn more about the world. We have a small airport here that connects to Greece, but we will need more if we wish to become a greater part of the global community. To that end, We have considered carefully, and We accept your proposal to formally normalize relations between our two nations." Peter Solheim, a small, thin man in a suit with glasses and slightly messy brown hair, bowed with what Anima saw as faux graciousness from the waist. "It is always a pleasure to make a new friend. I'm sure the Isle of Winds has much to offer the rest of the world," he said with all the oily presence of a trained diplomat. "There are rumors, you know... Not that I personally subscribe to such things... Well, they say that the rulers of this island are not quite what they seem. That they are... How do I put this?" Anima did not know why her father tolerated the insinuations that this man was letting slip like drops of snake oil, and she would not stand for it. Anima rose to her feet and drew her rapier, decorative though it may have been. "Watch your tongue, you foreign snake. If you say one more word to insinuate anything about my family..." Peter Solheim gasped dramatically, though Anima could tell she'd risen to his bait, and though she cursed her foolishness, still she stared down at him, unblinking. "Well, well, well, the American said. "I suppose I've hit a nerve. If it makes you feel any better..." Anima looked on as Peter Solheim - 'Sun Home,' it meant, she realized - transformed in front of her into a being of pure fire. Not to be outdone, Anima assumed her own elemental form of raging winds, howling at the gall of the intruder. "THAT! IS! ENOUGH!" Lord Veritus said, his voice a peal of thunder. He had not changed out of his human form, yet still managed to seem imposing and superior to Anima's eyes. Shrinking down into her own human shape, she fell to one knee before her father silently, awaiting his judgment. "Go, Anima. We will talk. Later." His quiet words held an authority that brooked no argument. Anima rose with her natural poise and grace and left for her private chambers. Looking back, her presence at the meeting had been a test, most likely, and probably one that she had failed. What would become of that failure would be revealed in due time. For now, however, she would do her duty and obey her Lord Father. She would wait for his judgment and accept it. He was the superior being, and she was to obey him, just as all lesser beings would be made to obey her. It was the order of things, and that was all that Anima needed to know.

[ChiefDisbelief]

Application Name: Karl Barx Race: Barbed Devil Personality: Karl is basically a standoffish, somber but sarcastic and cynical kid who would have become a nicer person if he had been treated nicer thus far. He means the best and always wants to see everyone treated fairly deep down, but he doesn't let on like he likes people because he has been subject to much ridicule for being sort of an outcast in school, taking interest in things that aren't considered "cool". He's not very confident in himself, but he still does what he thinks needs to be done and quite frankly doesn't do things that don't. He just hopes to meet more people like him at Bleakhaven. Ideals: Logic, Freedom, Strength, Independence, Change, Charity, Self-Improvement, No Limits, Knowledge. Bonds: - I hate to see people exploited, ostracized, or even made fun of because i know how it feels. - I wish to become stronger to prevent said hate from happening to myself and good people. - A proud noble once gave me a horrible beating, and I will take my revenge on any bully I encounter. - No one else is going to have to endure the hardships I've been through. Flaws: - I judge myself severely. - I am inflexible in my thinking. - I can't resist a pretty face. - Secretly, I believe that things would be better if I were a tyrant lording over the land. - I'm quick to assume that someone is trying to cheat me. - I'd risk too much to uncover a lost bit of knowledge. - I harbor dark bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation failed to quell. - I remember every insult I've received and nurse a silent resentment toward anyone who's ever wronged me. - Most people scream and run when they see a demon. I stop and take notes on its anatomy. Appearance: As a human, Karl is a 5'4" boy who weighs about 135 pounds with a slim mesomorphic physique. He has brown eyes with hints of green and dark, fluffy but straight brown hair that goes a few inches lower than his ears and flips to the left over one eye. He always wears plain black t-shirts or v-necks, black skinny jeans, and black Vans, with a black leather hoody if the weather calls for it. He wears lots of different colors of bracelets that he got from the alternative kids, artsy kids, and girls that he managed to befriend from his last school, and never takes them off. As a barbed devil, Karl takes on the form of an oddly-proportioned dull green monstrosity that can only be described as hellish. This true form of his has small blue compound eyes, two pointy ears, two holes for a nose, and relatively white jagged teeth, weighing 250 pounds and standing 6 feet tall with a pair of large horns on either side of its forehead that curl dangerously upward another 2 feet. His entire body besides his face is covered with various sizes of barbs and from his shoulders extend barb-like muscular protrusions that themselves have barbs. He also has sharp claws on his hands and feet, claw-like protrusions on his knuckles, and a tail almost as long as his body that is serrated on both sides with barbs, all of which can be used to cause serious damage. There is clothing on his barbed devil form when it manifests as well, which just consists of a sleeveless patchwork black leather leotard that covers all the middle parts with the smallest spikes. Backstory: Long story short, Karl was born in Chicago to uneducated working-class parents who occultists who wanted to summon a devil. The sarcastic deity in charge of this summoning impregnated Karl's mother with Karl, and he was born as a human boy with a peculiar medallion on a back string around his neck. From this point on, they worked their tails off to send him to public school and just teach him to be the best person he could be, raising him to not even question keeping the medallion on, and eventually teaching him how important it was that he never touched it. He grew up through a pretty normal childhood, though he was never one of the popular kids, and he had a hard time finding his true self until he reached middle school age. Karl always showed interest in things that weren't considered "cool" since his early school years, and kids always picked on him and gave him ridicule as if they knew he didn't...belong. When he reached middle school, Karl began gravitating toward extreme metal, and started hanging around the few goths, punks, and art kids that attended his small school system: the few cliques who would accept him. It was also around this time when he started watching Youtube tutorials for parkour and martial arts and doing his best to teach his body those things, which will play into his class later. One day, during a scuffle at his school, his emotions and stress allowed his infernal form to break free from the magic so aptly binding it to the human form it magically took, and Karl ended up wounding an assailant student with a barbed slash. He was understandably expelled and escorted out indefinitely by police, his parents were called to pick him up, and they immediately told him everything. As promptly as they could, Karl's parents searched for a possible long-term solution to deal with this anomaly now that it was out in the open, though they were quite freaked out by the situation even for occultists. For one reason or another, Bleakhaven Prep School turned out to be a school that neither he or his parents could rightly refuse. They relocated to New York to enroll Karl into this better school, fnding it to be the best viable option to further his education and help him hopefully thrive in a better, more inclusive environment than public school - maybe even learning more about being a "monster". His best classes are art, band, and gym, but he sleeps through the other classes as much as he can get away with, and rarely completes their schoolwork. He is very capable and quite intelligent in those other classes, but is generally just an example of wasted potential due to bullying, never seeing your parents, and low-class life in high school. RP Sample:   (From another character of mine) As Yxvng left the music hall, he walked seemingly on cloud nine as the beautiful orchestral music he just heard looped in his mind, stuck in his head probably for the remainder of the week. It was about a quarter-mile walk home, but it seemed to pass nearly instantly as enamored as Yxvng was with the performance he just saw, and the several vodkas he consumed. Being about 9 in the evening, the dark had settled in and Yxvng nearly made it home when he saw a familiar face on their front porch, and luckily so. "Hey there big man!" exclaimed a crotchety old dwarf of about 4' that had to be at least 300. "Old Man Jenkins, it's way past your bedtime!" Yxvng joked, walking up to Old Man Jenkins' fence and leaning an arm on it. Old Man Jenkins laughed and began to greet Yxvng when - "Oh fate be it, i have something for you! Don't move a muscle!" Yxvng said, remembering a sack of produce at his house he picked for the old dwarf, as he did frequently. Jenkins giggled and nodded as Yxvng nearly sprinted the few blocks in between Jenkins' house and his own, eventually bursting in the door and rushing to the table in the center of the room and grabbing the large bag that Yxvng knew he left there earlier by mistake. He made back up the street in a similar stride and made his way through Old Man Jenkins' gate, briskly walking up to him as a twinkle lit the old man's eyes. "When you're as old as i am, generosity like this is like a million gold pieces. Ya know one of these days you're gonna have to find someone else to be so nice to young man." Jenkins said thankfully. "Growing food is too easy for saurials. We are nature. But hey, you keep eating these fresh vegetables and fruits and you'll live to be 400! Most people your age don't care what they eat, and rightfully so. If i could live to see your age, i might be drunk every day!" "I AM drunk every day! But that's another secret to long life, ehehehehe!" laughed the old dwarf. "If you live to be my age, i hope there are still people in the world as kind as you. Thank you buddy." Jenkins said with a grateful smile pulled across his face as he extended a hand. Yxvng attempted to shake his hand firmly but lightly, but the old dwarf nearly ripped Yxvng's wrist out of socket even though Yxvng is 8 feet tall and almost half a ton. Yxvng chuckled and said "You gave me a pickaxe and a sledgehammer when you'd never even seen a saurial before. You're not as ornery as you let on old man." Yxvng yawned as he finished his sentence and bid farewell to Old Man Jenkins, sauntering his way back home and flopping onto his cot, basically falling asleep before his head hit the pillow, feeling good about doing good...and music...and vodka...

[Auron3991]

CheifDisbelief, just in case this is your issue, you need to use the full imbed code when using imgbb. The viewer code doesn't work in the image tag. When using the embed code button, there should be a drop down menu with viewer link in the box. Click that and go down to the BBcode full and you get the full image code with the tags, so it can be directly copy pasted into the text.

[dbaque]

Hey, Arth. Things still on schedule?

[Arthilian01]

Not quite on schedule but this will still be happening. I promise. This is far too big an endeavor to just let diminish. The Co-GM and I are having some real life issues that would make Gm posts minimal and we don't want to do that to the players. We have to extend the deadline out a week or so. Hopefully by next weekend we can get everything sorted.

[BattleFries]

Thanks for the quick update, Arthillian. Very happy to see good communication, Oh Mighty GM of GMs! I hope that your real life issues aren't too serious or troublesome, and I wish you all the best. ^_^

[voodoozombie]

Yeah. Thanks for the update. Hope what ever you are dealing with goes smoothly for the both of you.

[FatherDondo]

 

Name: Deacon Hightower
Race: Flesh Golem
Personality: I'm losing the patience to be delicate with the world around me. I'm a bull in a china shop. I want to be helpful, but I just get frustrated that everything breaks when I pick it up.
Appearance: I'm tall, broad-shouldered, and have a strong physical presence. With glamour on, the sickly green of dead flesh is replaced, my stitched wounds become healed scars, and my bald head is adorned with a black crewcut.
Backstory: Dr. Hightower never meant for me to become aware; it just sort of happened. With me becoming sentient and sapient, he didn't feel right keeping me as just a butler and laborer. He arranged for me to receive a glamour ring and named me Deacon (a slight nod to my original, servile purpose). As I got stronger with time, everything in the house felt more and more like tissue paper. Father saw that I was becoming increasingly angry with the world in general and myself in particular. He showed me the brochure for Bleakhaven; I had only ever been tutored at home before, but Father told me they specialized in people like me, who didn't fit with normal humans. "Besides," he said, "it would do you good to socialize."

 

The garage was originally Dr. Hightower's laboratory, but it had since been converted into Deacon's room, as the garage door was easier for him to get in and out of without ducking his head. The doctor hovered over Deacon in his chair, tightening one of the plates in Deacon's skull. "Alright, your diagnostic looks excellent. I just wanted to make sure everything is working in top form before you go."

Deacon gave a bass grumble in his throat; for him, it was the equivalent of whining. "Father, is this school thing really necessary? I don't think it's going to solve anything."

The doctor set to stitching his scalp back on before continuing. "Son, we've been over this. You split the difference between monsters and humans. Bleakhaven is specifically equipped to help adjusting to the world with your more unique abilities. As to your human aspects, humans are social creatures. You've barely interacted with anyone besides me in your life." He snipped the thread with a small scissor and dropped the needle in an aluminum tray. "We don't want a repeat of the incident with the Jehovah's Witnesses, do we?"

The giant boy sighed. "No, sir."

"That's what I thought. Now grab your things and load them onto the truck. It would leave a bad impression if you were late on the first day."

Deacon picked up the green, brassbound trunk and hefted it onto his shoulder before plopping it and himself in the bed of his father's truck.

[ChiefDisbelief]

Just bumping for when you get back Arth because i completed my WIP.