[D&D-5e] Untamed: Secrets of the Amedio Jungle

[Aisede]

Originally Posted by krossingkhory

I would hope that whoever gets selected isn't going to initiate PvP with a group of characters that all want to play together.

Just for the record, I do NOT intend to incite, nor participate in, pvp. That's the sort of thing the GM would need to setup, and it'd at least need to be brought up as a possibility before hand.

I just intend for Jolly to be an annoying @#$&, lol. But who knows? She may wind up more tolerable than I'm expecting. You can't really know how a character will act until they've been deployed in the field, and you're actively exploring their character.

[Aisede]

[DadJokesRanger]

Right, I believe that Toki’s application is now complete.

[The Rat Queen]

Originally Posted by kanly

Eh...? Neither of them are damaging and both will wear off eventually. Seems more likely to initiate some harsh words instead of deadly pvp combat. However, to each their own.

...I got better.

Also loving how there are two half-orcs, a minotaur, and a lizardfolk on the list...but the two barbarians are a dwarf and a shifter.

I really need to apply to a game with a pixie barbarian at some point.

[penbeast0]

I've never thought of Lizardmen as a barbarian race. They think differently than other humanoids, everything is more ordered . . . danger, peer, food. Barbarians seem to me to be colored heavily by emotions where I think of lizardmen as very Spock like. Of course, I think of barbarians as motivated by insane levels of fear rather than the more common perception of insane levels of courage, so my perception of the class may be a bit skewed.

Maybe our fairy could give up on the whole spell thing and go barbarian!

[Seekr34]

App is done

[Kshnik]

App Name: Kooby of the Ashfist Clan Race: Goblin Class: Artificer 2/Warlock 1 Subclass: Armorer/Genie Marid Mechanical Background: Giant Foundling Appearance At a quick glance the hooded individual resembled a very short dwarf with wide shoulders. Kooby eyes, the color of dark mustard, rest underneath thick arched hairy brows and nestled above a large flat cow-like nose. He has a large jawline, solid forehead and strong cheekbones that rest within a square shaped face. His skin is light brownish marbled with flecks of moss green. Those closest to him can smell the aroma of a combination of musk and thyme that is discharged from his sweat. His movements are strong and simple, yet he has almost a dancer’s touch to his gait; which comes in the form of a slight hop. His voice is gnarled and unwelcoming. On his hip is a wide belt that supports a light hammer, a hand ax, multiple 6 inch sheathed blades, and a few thick pouches. Under his cloak but over his shoulder he has a thick wooded narrow rectangle shield. Quick release straps run from his back over his shoulders and under his arms supporting a backpack loaded with supplies and equipment He is covered by the soft natural brown colors of leather covering a long shirt made up of thousands of interlocking silvery, glistening very fine metal rings. Iron spikes and wooden stakes, stored within thigh and wrist sheaths, can also be used as eating utensils and stirrers of soaps and drinks, each have a sap on one side and impromptu dagger on the other. Separating his skin from the armor are undergarments matching his greenish-gray cloak. Personality Kooby upbringing has been driven into his core being. Kooby has a defined personal space, perceives everyone as a threat and tries to hide his facial expressions. Kooby expresses this upbringing with the following saying If not broken don’t replace it. If broken, fix it, don’t replace it. Kooby holds back his tongue around others as he has an odd compulsion to confess the most recent thought that pops in his head. This rational has him believing others need to confess their own thoughts and will offer his ear. Now, his thoughts, perfectly fine to admit in a goblin setting, even in front of Honna, were not one to own up around others. Something he found out quickly. Kooby is unpredictable, whimsical, mischievous and to those that treat him, as Honna did, he will be very loyal. He has no issues challenging authority or traditions but will only do so in the least disruptive manner. Kooby is bluntly honest, does not hide anything and will annoyingly ask multiple questions when a person appears to be in discomfort about an idea, action or belief. This is more out of an extreme curiosity, and having an isolated childhood, than malice. Kooby is highly intelligent but still a goblin, like all goblins, they have an addiction to flesh. This addiction to flesh affects his mental capacities when he goes without over a long period. Eating withdrawals start about sixteen hours after the last time he ate flesh. Symptoms can include aggression and irritation, headaches, muscle aches and pains, anxiety, insomnia, panic attacks, stomach aches and sweating. The withdrawals peak forty-eight hours later and may include the addition of cramping, muscle aches, shivering, and fatigue along with social isolation, poor concentration and depression. Written Background All Kooby knows is that he was found by Honna; a female fire giant. And he was lucky that Honna found him; any other giant and he would have been dead. Honna recently lost her only child in a battle and was lonely. At the time, Honna was one of the clan’s craft elders. Honna kept Kooby safe by keeping him away from the rest of the clan. The clan referred to him as Honna's pet rat. Once Kooby was old enough Honna presented him with crafting tools for his size. Kooby’s days were spent molding metal into multiple shapes. He would work various hides into leather and use those pieces to make various armor pieces. He was fed. He was occupied. He was happy. Honna died. Kooby had to run. He fled downwards. Kooby never having been anywhere but in the peaks of the mountains and was surprised he was still traveling at a decline after two weeks. It was nothing compared to the next two weeks. The storms, the winds, the blinding rain all things Kooby had never experienced. Kooby was asleep when he was hit. He struggled against the cold water as It carried him away, He was slammed against an object pausing his momentum for a second. The water swept him away again. His head rose above the water. He gasped for breath before being dragged under again. His head was slammed against something. It seemed like minutes but was probably only seconds as this cycle repeated itself. Suddenly a bubble formed around him and this odd creature taller than Honna appeared. Its body appeared to be formed out of water. Kooby was not sure as his head hurt. It spoke. Kooby believed he replied. It made an offer. Kooby accepted. A ring appeared on his finger. Knowledge appeared in his head. The thing disappeared as Kooby found himself on a small bank with a thick canopy of trees to one side and a rushing river on another. 30 Minute (or less) RP Sample Kooby, as the shivers started up again, reaches into his bag and pulls out some sausage. Kooby frowns. He wishes he had some crabs. Or Frogs. Or Toads. Kooby favorite foods are crabs, frogs and toads. He enjoys how the crabs crunch in his mouth. The frogs and toads provide a soft inner texture when eaten. He greatly dislikes boiled vegetables. Kooby took a bite of the sausage and swallowed. He took another bite and then another. Kooby’s body soon calmed. Kooby shook his head to get back on track. He steps into the building and is astonished by the line. He studies the various individuals who appear to be vying for the same advertisement from the bulletin. He takes their measure. A couple of shorties, a fatty, 2 scale folks, a bunch of humans and some half breed humans. Kooby sticks his a finger in his mouth with the thought of the human and their half breeds. It takes a bit but it was time for Kooby to introduce himself to the benefactor of this expedition. Kooby approaches. A devious smile appears on his face Hey, are we ready to get moving here?

[Aisede]

Originally Posted by penbeast0

I've never thought of Lizardmen as a barbarian race. They think differently than other humanoids, everything is more ordered . . . danger, peer, food. Barbarians seem to me to be colored heavily by emotions where I think of lizardmen as very Spock like. Of course, I think of barbarians as motivated by insane levels of fear rather than the more common perception of insane levels of courage, so my perception of the class may be a bit skewed.

Maybe our fairy could give up on the whole spell thing and go barbarian!

HAHAHAHAHA– Oh, you're serious?

[Alemar]

Originally Posted by krossingkhory

I would prefer you to sort those out...but to give away a secret for the group that gets selected, I will be allowing changes during formal character creation (read: when the group is selected). So if you settle on something now but then decide later, assuming you get selected, that it isn't right for you, I won't get all bent out of shape if it needs to be tweaked.

Good to know you are flexible. I am set on the Entertainer background because Ciaran is going to be a thrown weapon fighter (if selected), so a Juggler seems to fit best for that. I was more wondering if you meant mechanical as telling you just the Background we wanted for skill proficiencies, or if you would prefer us to select the whole 2 Traits, 1 ideal/bond/flaw ahead of time, as I have seen both come up already in other applications and would hate to shortchange myself for not completing everything to standards.

Originally Posted by krossingkhory

I would hope that whoever gets selected isn't going to initiate PvP with a group of characters that all want to play together.

I go away for a few hours... LOL

Originally Posted by Vathe

The Bard class sounds like your best bet. It's the only class that has Vicious Mockery, and bards can buff allies similar to how she would boost their weapons. Later on, they can also get Polymorph. They're also jacks of all trades, so working in extra details is easy.

I always found it amazing that a level 10 and College of Swords is probably stronger than Valor is...but Valor is vanilla 5e so seems like a more fair comparisonValor Bard is actually a better Ranger than the Ranger is; thanks to Jack of all Trades for skills and getting access to Swift Quiver 3 levels earlier from their Magical Secrets feature... I also badly want to play this character concept at some point, but never seem to find a level 10+ game to try lol

[Aisede]

Hey, y'all think my little belligerent ballerina could be such a good dancer she'd earn a place in her queen's court? (Just some fairy kingdom)

Or

Does she only believe she could be that good? Trying to decide on her background. She's either legitimately good, and the pride went straight to her head, or she only thinks she's that good

[Red Leper]

I think my application is complete, unless we need to worry about the second part at the moment?

[Greyling]

Originally Posted by Alemar

Good to know you are flexible. I am set on the Entertainer background because Ciaran is going to be a thrown weapon fighter (if selected), so a Juggler seems to fit best for that. I was more wondering if you meant mechanical as telling you just the Background we wanted for skill proficiencies, or if you would prefer us to select the whole 2 Traits, 1 ideal/bond/flaw ahead of time, as I have seen both come up already in other applications and would hate to shortchange myself for not completing everything to standards.

I like the juggler to thrown weapon fighter path. I've thought the rogue's soulknife subclass would pair well with that concept for the never running out of daggers to throw.

Originally Posted by Aisede

Hey, y'all think my little belligerent ballerina could be such a good dancer she'd earn a place in her queen's court? (Just some fairy kingdom)

Or

Does she only believe she could be that good? Trying to decide on her background. She's either legitimately good, and the pride went straight to her head, or she only thinks she's that good

I can see Jolly being that good of a dancer. Her body might be petite, but her skill Don't tell Kathra I said that.dwarfs us all.

[DadJokesRanger]

Originally Posted by penbeast0

Of course, I think of barbarians as motivated by insane levels of fear

That’s a neat take; it reminds me of Logen Ninefingers in the First Law books. When he goes berserk it’s almost always when he’s in a state of extreme distress/fearr. His “rages” are essentially periods of traumatic dissociation

[Seekr34]

hmm, just saw a character that mine wouldn't like. Won't say who, but it's always been a evil creature, now some folks are playing one but me, it will always be an evil creature.

[silveroak]

Name: Harold Vanderhorn the Third
Race: Variant Human (spell sniper)
Class: Warlock
Subclass: Celestial
Mechanical Background: Ruined (skilled)
Appearance & Personality:

A young man with golden hair and a dark tan, he wears a green rain poncho over his armor. He knows that his prayers were not answered by a god directly, but sees it as simply someone lower down in the divine bureaucracy. He has been hardened by the time since his family died, and is haunted by the event as well as some things he has done in the past, but knows it is all to a higher good. Alignment: LN, with the "laws of heaven" being above secular law.
Written Background: Harold had it all, or at least thought he did. He was the second son in a noble family, expecting to live his life in luxury, everyone was his friend, or at least pretended to be. Then his father angered the gods, and the plague came. The rest of Harold's family was struck down and the priest was declaring the family's reign at an end due to, well whatever it was his father had done. Harold really hadn't paid much attention. Harold ran to the church, knelt before the alter, and prayed for mercy. he swore that if the plague would pass him over he would give his life in service to the heavens.
His prayers were answered, but he was not to become a priest or cleric. Instead he had become an agent of the divine. He handles the jobs which must be done, but are not for the squeamish. Jobs which might challenge the faith of those who served out of faith instead of duty. he is still grateful that his life was spared, and he has come to the jungle hoping not to avoid his duty but to perhaps rebuild a life for himself at the same time.

30 Minute (or less) RP Sample: Harold sat waiting, watching for the young cultist to arrive. His sacrifice was already bound to the makeshift stone altar he had constructed in the woods, nearly a mile from the village being plagued by the young cultist's quest for vengeance. Any paladin could have dealt with the demons, any halfway competent adventurer could have rescued the damsel in distress. Harold had left her in position, for now. He wanted to catch the young cultist unaware. Harold sat waiting concealed by a patch of foliage, 500 feet away from the altar.
The young cultist arrived. Harold hadn't been certain of his identity until now. He'd known he was young, or surmised it really. The choice of victims, how he had gone about ruining their lives. The fact he had been chosen for this task. Demonic whispers had driven the young cultist insane, that was a given. Many would debate whether the boy could be redeemed, perhaps by a priest. That wasn't Harold's assignment. His Eldrich spear took the boy by surprise, thrown from such range and from a hidden position. The child had two options neither of them good. He could charge Harold's position, hoping to get close enough to harm him, or he could run, hoping to get out of Harold's range. The boy charged, his eyes alight at the thought of violence, not in fear for his life. Harold took him down while he closed the distance.
He passed the boy as he went to untie the sacrifice. He looked to be about 8, It would be hard for anyone to imagine such a young boy would be capable of such evil. Harold strode over to the altar where he untied the young boy's mother, the focus of his demon stoked anger and the ultimate evil in terms of corruption of an innocent. At least Harold hoped it was the ultimate evil. There was always the chance some demon or cultist out there would dream up something even more depraved. As he untied the woman she fell to the ground. "What are you sir? A priest? A knight?"
Harold shook his head, considering whether the boy should be buried in the woods to spare the rest of the village knowledge of who their tormenter had been. he could probably convince the mother to protect her son's reputation. Fewer people left questioning their faith, less vulnerable people for a demon to whisper to. "No ma'am, I'm a theurgist." It was the best term he had come up with to describe what he did. A practitioner of arcane magic steeped in knowledge, rather than faith, in the gods.