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Good luck everyone!
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Name: Tobar D’Aragon
Party Role: Support/Spellcasting Alignment: Neutral Good Class: Cleric/Abjurer Race: Human Appearance: Tobar stands at 180 cm, his broad frame weighing 290 pounds. His red hair and freckled face give him an unremarkable, yet solid presence, and his green eyes carry a quiet intensity as if he’s always observing, listening. He moves steadily and unhurried—his steps sure and grounded, as if carrying both his own weight and that of the world with calm ease. Personality: Tobar is a quiet soul, his words few but always carefully chosen. Though he keeps much to himself, his loyalty runs deep, expressed not just through grand gestures, but through small, steady acts of support. Though he has a sharp memory for details, picking up on the smallest things, individual names seem to be slightly out of his grasp. It was a small quirk in an otherwise sharp mind. History: Tobar was abandoned as an infant at the island temple, the only clue to his birth being a cryptic symbol carved into his blanket. Raised by the solitary priest, Father Aldrin, Tobar grew up learning the temple’s rituals, and studying the natural world around him, fully unaware of why he was abandoned, or by whom. Having no real family and forever yearning for more than a life serving at the temple on Star Island, the choice of whether or not to join the caravan as a guard was not a particularly difficult one. Unique Goal: Playerbrew Aspect #1 - A Country Star Island did not always resemble the shape from which it gets its name, nor was it always an island. It was once a peninsula bordered by the sea on 3 sides, and a mountain range dominated by the dormant Mount Vanna. Today, Star Island is a multicultural nation, boasting a beautiful and varied ecosystem containing both rural and metropolitan population centers. Playerbrew Aspect #2 - A Trader: Berdo, while completely average in every other way, is a an unusually tall (at least for a dwarf) blacksmith with an unusually short (even for a dwarf) temper. Many patrons and other passersby have been educated on the full lexicon of dwarven curses for simply looking at him, or Rocky, his pig. That said, if one can overlook his temper and his messy companion, one may obtain from him some of the masterfully crafted wares they may ever see this side of the apocalypse. |
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Soooooooooooooooo, this wasn't fun to narrow down. Pretty much every application was very worthy of being in this game, so if any of the following players drop out, the others who weren't so lucky to get in will be contacted. I also ended up breaking my own rule and accepting a sixth player, as literally the fifth and sixth best application were too hard to choose between. That said...
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE FOLLOWING...
Check your DMs for a link to the game and some extra instructions for worldbuilding before the game starts properly. The first in-game post will be produced shortly. |
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Congrats to all !
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Congrats all, enjoy
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