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Last edited by AlexN; Oct 18th, 2024 at 02:55 AM. |
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Added some more information into the first post. If you have any more questions for me, ask here and I'll add it to the first post.
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I should have asked this with my first post...
5e-2014 or 5e-2024? -Grave
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2014, I don't have the new books yet
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Name: Dayne Race: Goblin (Human?) Class: Ranger Alignment: Chaotic Good Background: Urchin Personality Traits: 1. I sleep with my back to a wall or tree, with everything I own wrapped in a bundle in my arms. 2. I hide scraps of food and trinkets away in my pockets. Ideal: Aspiration - I'm going to prove that I'm worthy of a better life. (Any) Bond: No one else should have to endure the hardships I've been through. Flaw: It's not stealing if I need it more than someone else. Appearance: Even for a goblin, Dayne looks - in a word – rough. His scraggly gray hair frames a face marred by a life of battle. His yellow eyes shine, not with goblin mischief but rather with pent up anger and a great deal of distrust. One glance at Dayne and it is obvious he has had to make do with whatever he could steal or scrounge. His armor is makeshift, his weapons crude, his clothing a hodge podge of children’s cast offs, and his cloak – while still serviceable – has clearly seen better days. Personality: Dayne has seen far too much of the darker side of man. He finds it difficult to take kindness at face value, and his trust must be hard earned. His life has made him sullen and quiet, the only time he becomes animated is when considering his revenge. At his core, though, Dayne still has a good heart. He believes that at least most people are worth saving, and he has a real soft spot for children and the downtrodden. Life on his own has left Dayne with a rather distorted sense of property rights. If he needs something, he will try and acquire it by whatever means necessary. He will pay if he can, steal if he can’t, and cajole or ask only as a last resort. History: Dayne can remember growing up as a human child, born of human parents. His childhood was the stuff of dreams. Dayne wanted for nothing, certainly not for love. He was the only child of the local silversmith, and as such was spoiled as only an only child of a wealthy craftsman could be. And then came the night of the Witchlight carnival. It was his tenth birthday, and as his present his folks took him to this very special carnival. He remembers being dazzled by many wonderous sites – though the details of the night seem shrouded. Especially towards the end of the night when he had become so very exhausted, he has only the vaguest memory of being carried home. When the first rays of dawn woke him, Dayne found himself not on his soft straw mattress in the cozy loft of his family home, but rather on a mattress of smelly trash in an alley behind an eating establishment. He felt sick and confused but managed to stumble out of the alley and make his way through streets that seemed both familiar and yet somehow distorted. Everything seemed out of proportion. The few souls he met moved quickly to avoid him, crossing the street, or even turning around. That was okay, Dayne knew he probably stank from the rubbish heap. Arriving at his home Dayne found the door still barred for the night. He beat on the door until his father finally rose and answered it. But at the sight of him, his father screamed and kicked him off their stoop – calling him a ‘filthy creature’ and slamming the door. At first Dayne didn’t understand, could he be so dirty his own father didn’t recognize him? Stumbling to the water trough he splashed and rubbed at his face, then glanced down to see his reflection – only to see a green face snarling back up at him. He screamed and splashed at the water, noticing only then that his entire skin was a light shade of green. At his shout, his father came boiling out of the house armed with one of his hammers. Dayne tried to explain it was still him, but his father wasn’t listening and swung the hammer repeatedly at him. Dayne was forced to run for his life, disappearing into another alley and cowering in the shadows. Over the course of the next few weeks, Dayne stalked his family. He caught his mother alone and tried to tell her he was her son, but she chased him away with a broom. She had screamed that he was not her son. That her son was not a filthy goblin. In all that time he never caught site of a child, for out of fear they would not let their son out of the house. Starving and desperate, Dayne took to scrounging through trash and even petty theft to survive. He would be caught and beaten multiple times before he learned the knack of it. But always he would return to the alley and watch his family. When they had finally had enough of his stalking, they had the local constabulary chase him, and while he escaped with his life Dayne suffered his worst beating yet. He spent days sick and feared he was dying. Part of him wanted to. Once he recovered, he returned to his family home only to find it abandoned. They had moved to get away from him. Dayne spent the next several years searching the town, the surrounding forest, and even the closest neighboring villages for his family but they were nowhere to be found. Along the way he learned to survive by his wits and his speed, moving mostly at night and hiding during the day. Convinced that something happened at the Witchlight carnival, Dayne became obsessed with it and the fey in general. He scrounged and stole everything he could find on the subject, studying and waiting for the day when the carnival would reappear. And at last it has. Now Dayne will stop at nothing to find those responsible for stealing his life. Hook: Dayne believes he has had his life stolen from him. Either they switched his soul with that of a goblin, or they changed him into a goblin, or maybe they just copied his memories into a goblin. He doesn’t know how or what exactly they did, only that he was denied the life he was meant to have. He knows he can’t get those years back, but while he has made a new life for himself that doesn’t mean someone shouldn’t have to pay for what was done to him. Last edited by Ghrimm; Oct 10th, 2024 at 05:40 PM. |
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As I mentioned earlier in the thread, I was playing another WBtW game, but it died before we left the first chapter. I'm reusing my character here, if possible, because I think it's a concept with potential.
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I think I have revised the hook well enough to fit with the application request. As I understand it it is a non tangible thing in which the carnival took. In the first iteration my character lost things not related to the carnival, then I misunderstood and thought the carnival took something specific as payment like an item.
I finally think I understand where the carnival takes some sort of personality trait from the character? If I am still getting this wrong please let me know, lol. If it is something that's supposed to be more literal like lost the ability to sing or cannot sprint anymore or something like that let me know. Last edited by AlexN; Oct 10th, 2024 at 07:39 PM. |
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-Grave
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Last edited by Toad`; Oct 11th, 2024 at 11:33 AM. Reason: updating lost thing |
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Did you have an idea when you'd be making character selections and starting the game?
I've got a project I'm working on myself and would like to avoid overlap if I can. -Grave
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I'm thinking I'll leave this open for another week? Let's say 10/18. I'll add that to the first post
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I'll be sending out PMs later today for everyone who's in the game. Watch out for them!
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Merla Greenbottle, Halfling Rogue
Name: Merla Greenbottle
Race: Lightfoot Halfling Class: Rogue Subclass: Assassin Alignment: True Neutral Personality Traits: I love naps, so if there is ever a long lull you will find me napping. I love music, so I used to love singing and you'll often find me tapping out rhythms or listening to the music around me. Bond: My mother, Melena Greenbottle. I love her more than anyone else. Ideal: I will do anything needed to accomplish my goal, no matter the cost. Flaw: I hate that so many people are taller than I am, so I try to find the high ground any chance I get. Also, really tall beings frustrate me and I get easily flustered and angered by situations that require height. Appearance: With a pixie cut of dark brown hair and fair skin, she is a stern-faced, wiry, nimble being. She is short and slim, with sharp features and piercing blue eyes. Personality: I don't like many people, and I tend to make that obvious. I am often serious and straight-to-the-point, but I have a great (although dark) sense of humor and the sound of music always makes me smile. And after a nap, I become a very cheerful and outgoing person for a short period of time. I am not super outwardly expressive, and there are a lot of thoughts going on behind my eyes that I don't say out loud. Backstory: I grew up in a loving family with a father and a mother, but my father died in an occupational accident when I was fairly young and my mother raised me from that point on. She was a great mother, but she got ill when I was a teenager and we struggled to afford the doctors that had to see her constantly as she battled that sickness. I learned how to sneak and steal to get food and money to help as much as I could, and before long my talent was noticed by a member of the assassin's guild, who happened to be sneaking into the same building I was. I was recruited, and the guild trained me in the art of sneaking and killing, using my nimbleness to my advantage, and creating situations that favored my stealthy nature. They paid for my mothers' doctors, and the doctors did all they could. There is no cure, and my mother is going to die. She says the only thing that makes her smile is the sound of my voice when I talk to her and sing to her. I went to this odd carnival that popped up, hoping to find something fun to bring back to her and make her laugh. Instead, my voice was taken from me. My mother cried, and I vowed to do whatever it takes to get it back. Lost Things: My voice. |
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Good luck everyone!
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Welp, wishing all happy gaming!
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