[D&D-5e] Spelljammer: Light of Xaryxis

[Touketsu]

Originally Posted by Lazer

I really enjoyed writing my app, but now having time to reflect I think he may be a little lacking in depth. I'm going to withdraw, good luck to everyone, I hope you have a blast!

Sorry to hear! For what it’s worth, I liked your character premise. If you change your mind (or come up with a different one you like more), there’s still two more weeks left.

[OsmundCinderholt]

Application Name:Colder Jr., of Fries, Colder & Shilly Race: Dohwar (Custom Lineage) (Humanoid, Small Size, 30 ft movement speed, +2 Intelligence, Bonus Feat, Dark Vision 60 feet, Languages: Common/Dohwar) Class: Artificer 1/School of Enchantment Wizard 4 Background: Guild Merchant Colder Jr. is a member of a Wildspace spanning trade group called the Fries, Colder & Shilly Cartel. His father, Colder Sr., is a co-founder and an Executive Board member. On the outside they appear to deal in the trading of bulk goods, food and water, building supplies, etc. However they also smuggle magic items and illicit items across the stars hidden amongst their 'honest cargo'. Personality Trait- "I don't part with my money easily and will haggle tirelessly to get the best deal possible." Ideals- "Greed. I'm only in it for the money. (Evil)" Bonds- "One day I will return to my Cartel and prove that I am the greatest merchant of them all." Flaws- "I'll do anything to get my hands on something rare or priceless." Appearance: Colder is a handsome fellow (if you ask a Dohwar, at least) standing at the t o w e r i n g height of 3 feet on the dot. Mother Nature cladded him in a coat of fine black feathers running down his back and across the tops of his arms and tail, and a fluffier set of grey-down feathers that run along his tummy and the undersides of his arms, legs and tail. An orange beak and crimson red eyes twist on his face into a smug expression at most times. Naturally he also has the typical golden crown that all Dohwar have in the form of the yellow crest feathers on the top of his head, which act a bit like a human's eyebrows, as they flit about as he speaks for emphasis. As for attire, Colder believes himself to be the epitome of style and fashion. However, those with less avian-minded dress sense would disagree. Every piece of clothing is gaudier and of a more brightly dyed color than the next, and none of them complimentary. Every outfit that he owns is it's own assault on the eyes, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Description: One could describe Mr Colder as "aggressively affable". Dohwars, despite being merchants as a people, are strangely rather terrible people-pleasers. In spite of this, Colder tends to be overly interested in chatting to everyone and anybody, at length. People often feel trapped by the squawking they're subjected to, much to Colder's delight. In fact the Dohwar likes to make a game of it, feeling rather smug when someone has to find an excuse to flee from his yammering. During his business dealings, this aggressive affability lends itself to not taking no for an answer, and folks tend to buy his stock as simply a means to end the pestering. In the rare cases when violence has come to pass, the Dohwar is an accomplished spellcaster, and tends to deal with problems with controlling types of spells rather than directly lethal options. This isn't out of some moral pacifist leanings, more towards just another way he can toy with people. Backstory: Colder was born in Wildspace. Truly he has no home world, such is the life of the Cartel merchant. His father, Colder Sr., is one of the co-founders and Executive Board members of a burgeoning trade organization, the Fries, Colder & Shilly Cartel . This Cartel has waddled it's way across many worlds and wrapped it flippers around corners of the bulk goods industry. This has made them influential, and most importantly, wealthy. And so, when Colder Jr. was hatched, he had great expectations put on him. Not only will he be groomed to take over his father's position on the Board, but he's expected to surpass the current business. So from a young age, Colder Jr. was taught the ins and outs of Spelljamming, mercantilism, spellcasting, and the art of the deal. The young Dohwar loved every bit of it, and couldn't wait to prove himself. Finally at the age of 10, adulthood for the Dohwar, Colder Jr. was granted the rank of Associate Merchant in the Cartel, and was instructed to branch out to establish a reputation for himself. The Cartel outfitted him with a small Spelljammer, barely enough space for 10 people and a few crates, and sent him on his way. Colder was thrilled and set course for Abeir-Toril. However, in his crew there was a more senior Dohwar named Frigit, and she took issue that this young nobody was giving her orders. Frigit felt that Colder was simply being handed a command because, what? His daddy's name is on the Cartel's flag? Colder's vessel wasn't even past the Rock of Bral before the the mutiny took place. Frigit had convinced the rest of the crew to barge into Colder's cabin and subdue him. Having been tied up and stuffed into a barrel with a sack of food and a single flask of water, Colder was shot off the Spelljammer like a cannon-round. By some act of divine mercy perhaps, Colder's barrel fell from the sky into a vast body of water. He had fallen to Toril, his original destination. Floating in his barrel for nearly a week, Colder was convinced that he was done for... Until that is a fishing vessel hauled him up with their nets. It just so happened that these fisherman were based out of a coastal town called Silverpoint Harbor. Having nothing, Colder endeavored to do whatever he could to build himself up, restore his honor, and most importantly earn enough moolah to hire 100 Giff mercenaries and have them hunt down Frigit and those damned treacherous villains who stole his ship! So he began to network, striking deals with local proprietors and tradesmen, craftsmen. This all ended up with Colder opening up a general store on the shorefront called "Colder's Curious Collections". It was a far fling from the vast trading connections of the Cartel, but Colder was proud of his strange little shop. It didn't do too badly for business either, though he had accrued a reputation for being a hard bargain. He was also somewhat of a tourist attraction at that too, as no one had ever seen a Dohwar before, not least in this town. RP Sample: Mere Moments Before "No I assure you madame, that that there carved statuette is the genuine article. Why would I, a Dohwar of such irrefutable honor and status stoop as so low as to sell as you put it, 'a blasted forgery'?" Colder squawked at the woman from across the counter. The older woman, an upper class lady that frequented his shop was holding a stone statue of a mermaid. It was a rather interesting piece, as Colder purported it to be an archeological find of the century, and was brought up in the nets of a lucky sailor. The reality of course was irrelevant, as long as he was able to upsell the story, the old handbag would buy anything. "Well, Mister Colder if this statuette is so----" **RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE** A sudden shaking made the old woman pause, and then stumble. Of course while stumbling the 'ancient' mermaid statuette clattered out of her hands and crashed to the floor, busting apart into several pieces. Colder gasped in a feigned display of concern for his faux goods, sliding belly first across the countertop and onto the floor to inspect the extent of the damage. Tutting and shaking his head, Colder stood up and pointed his flipper to the sign above the counter 'YOU BREAK IT YOU BUY IT. NO REFUNDS.' "Bad luck ma'am, it seems that in your enamored state you simply couldn't hold your hands -FIRMLY- enough on the object that you let it slip onto the floor. Well it's store policy that you must purchase the good at tag price to cover the costs of replacing such a irreplaceable ite---" **RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE** Once more the building shook, this time sending several VERY breakable items careening off their spots and shattering onto the floor. In the chaos one of the vases from the top shelf nearest to the Old woman slid off in the shaking and crashed atop her head, causing her to crumple into a pile of geriatric misery. Colder yipped in surprise, and practically used the Old lady's rump as a spring board to launch himself out the front door of his shop, hoping to avoid any falling debris smooshing his pathetic form. Just he left the door the unmistakable sound of an entire shelf crashing down and a muffled sound of scream. The Dohwar was more than a little distracted by the sudden view of the state of things. Three story tall yellow-crystalline spikes jutting from the earth was a far more pressing matter than the dead old woman in his shop. Before waddling like a bat out of hell home, Colder turned the "OPEN" sign on his door to "CLOSED" just as the roof was collapsing, destroying his shop.

[Still_Pond]

I was playing with craiyon.com to have AI generate my character. It's a little uncanny valley, but fun.

 

[Touketsu]

Originally Posted by Still_Pond

I was playing with craiyon.com to have AI generate my character. It's a little uncanny valley, but fun.

 

Ha ha, that’s awesome! Honestly, plasmoids are already a little uncanny valley, so I think it works. What search term did you use, out of curiosity?

[O2CXt3]

Originally Posted by Still_Pond

I was playing with craiyon.com to have AI generate my character. It's a little uncanny valley, but fun.

That's funny. I did the same thing. I have an autognome wizard application coming soon.

Here are some others that were good... 1, 2, 3, 4. It's definitely fun, but can be a little hit or miss. It's not great at making faces.

[O2CXt3]

Topip Name: Topip Tinkercase Race: Autognome Class: Wizard (Order of Scribes) Background: Criminal Description: Topip is a small robot - technically, a construct. His creator fashioned him after himself: a flowing (synthetic) chestnut beard, a jaunty blue wizard’s hat, two arms; two legs (both platinum), feet encased in (silver-iron magnetic) boots, a compact torso (perfectly rectangular), malachite-green eyes, and the faintest sliver of a mouth. You wouldn’t think it, but when he is well oiled, he can slip through the forest without a sound, metal feet on moss. The squirrels barely notice him. Nobody notices him, really. And that’s a bit of a problem for Topip, but also a blessing, I suppose. You’d think a sentient robot would stand out in Silverpoint Harbor, but no. People assume he’s just some gnome’s creation: a clockwork plaything, a soulless assembly of metal, wound up, and wandering about. Who says good morning to Topip? Nobody. Who asks Topip how his day was? Nobody. Who sees Topip wander into people’s houses and rifle through all their possessions? Nobody…? Backstory: Topip was created by a gnome wizard on the planet Reorx. His prime directive is to collect all known wizard spells in the universe and return them to his creator. Unfortunately, he has forgotten who his creator is. But if he ever finds them, he plans to kill them for inflicting this life upon him. Topip is suffering from a rare form of robotic amnesia. He doesn’t know how he came to be in Silverpoint Harbor, or why he has no memory of it. All he knows is that he feels an uncontrollable compulsion to collect wizard spells. He is aided in this pursuit by people’s general lack of interest in him. He learned quickly that he can go anywhere and do nearly anything he wants in Silverpoint Harbor as long as he keeps his mouth shut, plays dumb, and pretends to be a bit of clockwork. He’s been in Silverpoint Harbor for well over fifty years now, but he hasn’t aged a day. Time drags on endlessly and monotonously. In his first few years in Silverpoint Harbor, he “discovered” nearly all the spells there were to discover and copied them neatly into his spellbook, which he hides in a small cavity in his torso. His “discovery” process involved breaking into people’s homes, local libraries, town archives - really, anywhere with books or papers - in the dead of night, and searching through them for wizard spells. He doesn’t consider this stealing, exactly, since he doesn’t take anything; he just copies the spells down in his little spell book, puts things back, and lets himself out quietly. But on the few occasions when he has almost been caught, he has been accused of being some sort of thief or a criminal - a label that he doesn’t appreciate, but that is technically (and non-technically) true. Most people in Silverpoint Harbor eventually came to recognize him, in one way or another, and decided that he was just part of the background of the town. For a while, he kept searching for spells, but he eventually gave up on that - there were just no more to find. He passed the time by studying the spells himself and slowly became a passable wizard. Unsure what to do with the never ending abundance of time on his hands, Topip has been looking for a break. Something. Anything to end the monotony of his life in Silverpoint Harbor. He just needs to get somewhere that he can learn some new spells. Or, if not that, he would also be happy to find his creator and destroy them. RP Sample: Topip was just finishing his midday meal. Well... actually, he was watching other people finish their midday meals. Being a robot, Topip didn’t eat. He resented the people around him cheerfully chewing away on their salads and sandwiches as he stood perfectly still in a shadowy alcove of his favorite restaurant. He had been standing there for a week without moving. If you didn’t know better (and nobody did), you would think he was just an odd sculpture, or maybe some kind of tinkerer’s art. But this is what he called “having a meal”: he watched other people have their meals and eavesdropped on whatever they were talking about. He didn’t really have anything better to do. Today, Topip was eavesdropping on a blacksmith telling a story to a motley assortment of adventurers about some vine that had burst out of the ground and punched a hole in the baker’s roof. "Must be divine punishment for the bad pies and steep prices," the blacksmith said. Topip rolled his eyes inside in his mind. First falling stars? Gods walking the land? Now vines bursting through roofs? What’s next? These people and their crazy… As he was thinking this, the ground began to rumble under his feet. A moment later, huge crystalline vines erupted from the ground around the restaurant. His little green eyes went wide when the vines shot into the air towards the heavens. Where were they going? Was it like that story about the magical beanstalk? This is my chance! the little robot thought, and he darted out of his alcove towards the nearest vine. "Out of my way!" he cried as he pushed through the melee and ran with his clomping iron feet towards the nearest vine. I’m going to climb that thing and get out of here!

[Still_Pond]

What search term did you use, out of curiosity?

For that batch it was "black slime monk humanoid sci-fi background". It seemed to ignore the sci-fi background part.

[kymrel]

My apologies, but I have no choice but to withdraw my application. I've just been handed a lot more responsibility at work and don't think I could find the time to do this game justice. Have a great time jammin' in space!

[OsmundCinderholt]

@Touketsu
Any feedback for my weird little Penguin?

[Touketsu]

Originally Posted by kymrel

My apologies, but I have no choice but to withdraw my application. I've just been handed a lot more responsibility at work and don't think I could find the time to do this game justice. Have a great time jammin' in space!

Sorry to hear; I totally understand though! Real life has to come first. I'm sure we'll see each other in a game down the road.

Originally Posted by OsmundCinderholt

@Touketsu
Any feedback for my weird little Penguin?

I've been waiting until closer to the deadline to do batches of feedback; with a little over a week left until the deadline, I'm planning to do it over this coming weekend so people have a chance to make adjustments as desired. That said (and this goes for everybody), if I make suggestions, absolutely don't feel like you need to take them! I might have an idea I think might be cool, but cool is subjective, I would never try to stifle your personal creativity.

[Jrod]

Application=WIP Name: Captain Nathaniel Harlow Race: Human Class: Rogue 1 / warlock 4 Subclass: Fathomless Pact: Blade Background: Criminal Backstory: An honest living some do make, but that is not Harlows story. In his youth, Harlow learned quickly where his talents would lay. Deception, persuasion, a quick tongue and a quicker hand was all he needed to survive the day. Such a life was attune to that of a sea fairing adventurer, and that is where his attention was spent. For years he travelled the seas, running a muck and narrowly escaping the long arm of the law, and death herself on more than one occasion. Unfortunately Harlow was Double crossed by his own crew. Lead by his first mate Alexander Titus. This destroyed Harlow both mentally and physically. With his bounty, vessel and crew gone, he waited on deaths doorstep. Subsequently lost to time and space. Gone of this world. “Ide have given anything to get back at the betrayer slimes that put me here, and so I gave everything!” A tentacle of black and silver radiance struck my body and mind. The whiplash sparking the life back inside me, but i was not alone. A fathomless entity strode with me now. It’s hunger fuelled only by wander and lust. Rare antiquities, un reached corners of a map, these were the things my patron thirsts for. I’ve found myself in silverpoint for the moment. My last exchange has ended, and I await a new course. Personality: Harlow holds a grudge against authority. He is Sarcastic and hard to read but independent and exudes confidence. his essence is Suave and charming as he uses sharp words and sharper blades to extract his rewards. Appearance: A young handsome face coveted by an eye patch with shoulder length brunette hair Often tied in a pony but comfortably unkempt. Black leathers and a charcoal cape surround his petite frame, magnified by his signature white skull upon his chest. Silver jewelry hangs from one ear, while a fine silver crested belt circles his waist. RP sample: “Batton the hatches! Cosmic tidal off the port bow! Sulley, tighten the quarter mass. Sigrid, below deck with the cargo! Now!” Captain shouts order from his stern wheel while surveying the oncoming and ever changing landscape ahead. His crew frantically moving about carrying out orders and duties, though the captain himself shows little in the way of fear. A devilish smirk escapes him, and one that commonly did so. For it was not angst or paranoia that kept captain Harlow at the ready. No, it was something else. Excitement and thrill were what the captain relished in. Another Tidal to test his limits and his capabilities is what he waited for. “Bring it on Yee scurvy dog of eternity, the sails of this ship don’t bend nor break that easily” “We crash her wake, steady! steady! brace for impact…” Kaboosh! The ship crashes through the cosmic wave. Her structure, holds. Her crew, shaken, but in one piece. Shouts from the galley echo as her course mellows.

[GleefulNihilism]

Quick Question- Did the comments happen and I just didn’t get any? Because I’m open to making tweeks.

[Touketsu]

Originally Posted by GleefulNihilism

Quick Question- Did the comments happen and I just didn’t get any? Because I’m open to making tweeks.

Not yet! Unfortunately, there was a big outbreak of COVID at my job and it's put a lot of stuff behind. Staff shortages, production adjustments, etc. I planned on having feedback done by Tuesday, but at this point I'm looking to do it in blocks and having it out to people around Sunday.

Obviously that doesn't give people much time to respond, so out of fairness (and also because I'm still going to be playing work catch up until halfway through next week), I've decided to move the deadline back one additional week. The new deadline for applications is Monday, October 3rd.

Sorry for the shift guys. Life likes throwing curveballs sometimes, right? I appreciate your patience with me.

[Grouchy]

Originally Posted by Touketsu

Not yet! Unfortunately, there was a big outbreak of COVID at my job and it's put a lot of stuff behind. Staff shortages, production adjustments, etc. I planned on having feedback done by Tuesday, but at this point I'm looking to do it in blocks and having it out to people around Sunday.

Obviously that doesn't give people much time to respond, so out of fairness (and also because I'm still going to be playing work catch up until halfway through next week), I've decided to move the deadline back one additional week. The new deadline for applications is Monday, October 3rd.

Sorry for the shift guys. Life likes throwing curveballs sometimes, right? I appreciate your patience with me.

Understandable! Stay safe.

[Ballingray]

No worries at all, take it easy.