Need a character background written up?

[Tawmis]

Got a bit of a doozy for you.
This is the one I've tried my best to flesh out on my own, but I'd still love your spin on it.
Shui Leigong, Human from the far-off land of Kara-Tur. Chosen at birth by the destroyer-storm-God Talos to be his servant on earth, he is a Storm Sorcerer/Paladin multiclass. He was born as a potential heir to the Jade Throne, and has been sent out, along with all of the other potential heirs to bring back "something of value" to prove that he'd be an acceptable Emperor. He's gone to Faerun, with three retainers; his personal majordomo, an Emperor's scribe to record his findings, and a cartographer to map the unfamiliar lands.
He misses his home dearly, and he attempts to learn what is needed to become Emperor, find something "valuable" to bring back, and serve his God faithfully - with the mindset of "If I'm an avatar of destruction, surely there are always things that need to be destroyed."
Think you can work with this amount of restrictions, mon amie?

And... finally... challenge accepted!
Was a busy (insane?) week at work last week...
Then I decided to do new folks before repeat folks...
Then I had to do a crash course in Network + Certificates (just barely failed, sigh)...
And now I am writing because my brain needs to think about something other than creating Subnets and knowing what port FTP, SSH, and every other protocol you can - and can't imagine - uses!
I took the opportunity to tie your origin into another one over here. Simply because the region and... what I mention below... seems to tie it all together nicely.
This one, I feel was SIGNIFICANTLY easier than your previous requests...
This one at least operated out of D&D (not 5e, but still, D&D rather than MTG)...
So that made the familiarity of it much easier...
Anyway - hopefully that means I got close to the mark!
As always - tell me your thoughts - what you liked, hated, loved, whatever! Tell me!
Enjoy!
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Kara-Tor; the great Eastern Human expanse! At one time considered one most rapidly expanding kingdoms to the Far East whose government was composed of eight ministries: State, War, Magic, Faith, Sea, Agriculture, Public Works and State Security.(1) The current Emperor, a wiser, older human by the name of Kanja No’chie now sat on the throne. Rather than the militant behavior like previous Emperors before him, Kanja enjoyed the idea of peace and tranquility; and more so the expanse on knowledge.

Devastating attacks from a Tuigan Horde invasion decimated the northwestern providences, forcing refuges to flee westward across the Golden Way Trade towards the Unapproachable East, settling in the Thesk region. (1)

Kanja believed that war begot war, and sought instead to make peace with the warring tribes, hoping to find peaceful settlements as to why they were attacking and what could be done to resolve the issues. For the most part, Kanja’s plan worked beautifully; but there were those who felt disgraced by Kanja’s army, and the only way to redeem themselves was to kill them or to die honorably trying. Applying the forces of the Wu Jen, which the previous emperor Kai Tso Shou Chin had also used, Kanja hoped that they infinite wisdom could convince those who refused to find peace to see the error of their ways.

The Sensō Clan had been particularly resistant to Kanja’s peace offerings, once sending back the severed head of one of his most trusted Wu Jens, hoping to instigate a war with him. Instead, Kanja gave his most trusted friend and confidant, Watashi No’yūjin a funeral ceremony like no other; and buried him in a massive tomb, guarded by a golden dragon, the highest honor any can hope to obtain.

Realizing that Kanja would not go so easily to war, the Sensō Clan demanded something of great value; something that they knew Kanja did not have in his possession; something so great, so magnificent, so unique that it would be the only thing to settle the Honor Dispute.

Kanja gathered his most trusted individuals and explained that since he had no son, each of them was being considered for the throne. However, to earn the Jade Throne, the person must undergo a critical mission to satisfy the The Sensō Clan’s demands of this wondrous unique item that would settle whatever transgression that caused an Honor Dispute that Onak Sensō, leader of the Sensō Clan, had in his mind that had happened.

Shui Leigong, one of the humans whom Kanja had selected was prophesied to be reborn as the Avatar of Talos, the Storm God of Destruction. On the day of Shui Leigong’s birth a small island with a small population of people called Dansā was wiped from the map by a raging storm that triggered Earth shattering effects, triggering a massive tsunami that washed away most of the island’s existence. This had been one of the steps to the prophecy; that a chosen child will be born with such power that it will trigger a massive storm bringing destruction.

Shui grew up worshiping Talos, knowing he would become the avatar and discovered, aside from the holy magic bestowed upon his god, he seemed to be able to naturally shape and manipulate the magical air around him, which further led to the idea that Shui was indeed the Avatar of Talos; and that the innate ability to shape magic was tied to the blood of Talos that coursed through his veins.

Kanja had told the other potential heirs to seek something great to settle Onak Sensō debt; but before Shui could leave, Kanja pulled him aside and explained something else.

“I need all of you to return, but especially you, young one,” the old Kanja said, his dark brown eyes now a light grey, as blindness had begun to settle in.

“All of these great things will not be given to Onak Sensō, but rather to Talos so that Talos can see the great gifts we give him and strike down Onak Sensō once and for all from this world, and kill him, and his descendants, so that no other will bring harm through the eyes of revenge!”

That had been nearly five years ago. Now Shui was now wandering Faerûn in search of… something? He traveled with three trusted companions; his majordomo, who was an elderly man, blind in one eye (though Shui believed it was both) named Dai Dōmo, as well as Kanja’s own personal scribe (none too pleased with leaving the safety of the Palace) named Sukuraibu, and the (overly talkative) Chizu Seisaku-sha, who was a cartographer.

Like Sukuraibu, Shui missed home (though he simply missed the familiarity, the customs, his family, his friends), while Sukuraibu on the other hand missed it because it was safe; and the things they’d encountered in Faerûn were things unlike Kara-Tor. Also many people of Faerûn were … uncivilized in how they behaved; very little self-control among the humans.


1. This information was taken directly from https://forgottenrealms.fandom.com/wiki/Kara-Tur (and just abbreviated/slightly rewritten - just wanted to give credit where credit is due).

[Tawmis]

Well, since you ask, why not do one of my old oneshot characters?
Name: Shidiri (Female)
Race: Tiefling
Class: Thief
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Background: Criminal -or- Charlatan
Since she was created for a short campaign, she never had her own solid backstory. She's a spitfire archetype, and prefers intimidation rolls over persuasion. She's loyal to herself, but will assist other downtrodden tieflings. She also despises the aristocrats.
[I did use her again in another short campaign where a friend played a tiefling warlock (male). We made them siblings, abandoned at the church orphanage run by a friendly old priest. The priest tried to turn them toward religion, but failed to protect them from the local denizens, so instead they turned to the dark arts and a life of crime.]
You can use that snippet as a cornerstone, or create something completely new and different! (I encourage you to make something new and exciting!)

This one is next - just wanted to ask - do you remember the other person's character (who would have been your brother in the game)? In the event I go that route?

[Falcos]

Ah, Shui! Thank you very much. I do have to point out that he is a 5e character entirely, but I'm very glad to have some more concrete details for him.

Wonderful, friend! Kudos! Thanks!

[Tawmis]

Ah, Shui! Thank you very much. I do have to point out that he is a 5e character entirely, but I'm very glad to have some more concrete details for him.
Wonderful, friend! Kudos! Thanks!

Ah! I made mention of Wu Jens and such, which are not yet in 5e, I believe! (Well perhaps in some form of fan creation or UA?)
But glad I was able to at least deliver this one closer to the mark!

[Falcos]

The flavour I've read is that Wu Jens are just the name for Wizards in Kara-Tur, but I don't recall where I read this. Regardless, thank you very kindly!

[Great Dragon]

@Falcos:
Without going and getting the old Books, this is what I can recall about Wujen.

Kara tur is 2e, IiRC, so maybe here is where they first appeared?

While compairing the Wujen to a Wizard isn't completely wrong, Wujen are more Elemental-based (the basic four usually don't change, with a fifth Element added: but this last one can change depending on source: Wood, Metal, or Void)
Almost like the Elemental Specialist Wizards of 3x D&D.

Wujen can also do a bit of Spirit Talking (usually still Elemental based) with the various local Spirits (Mountain, Forest, Swamp, etc); so some people view these casters as a type of Shaman.

What set the Wujen apart from other casters, is their need to creat "Agreements" with powerful (Elemental) Spirits to gain access to higher level spells, which can get very interesting when combined. Failure to abide by the agreement causes the Wujen to lose access to (At least some of) thier spells, but this is usually very DM dependant.

Some examples include:

Only being able to bath on a certain day.
Like "Every Tuesday" or "the second day of the third week of the month" (may include not being able to get soaking wet, from Rain or even falling into a river)

Must always face (Compass Direction) while eating.

Must always wear (type) and/or (color) clothing.
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Can be lots of fun!

[Falcos]

@Great Dragon:

I love Wu Jen, I considered it my "main" class in 3.5. (I requested a Wu Jen story earlier this in thread, in fact!)


I was saying that they're considered Wizards in a 5e context, but I do not recall where I read this information so may be incorrect.

[Tawmis]

http://www.giantitp.com/forums/shows...&postcount=371

Amazing! The guild setting and Sludge's finding them was great! The poacher's story, specially Arus, was fantastic, it made me curious about his past as well. But as for Sludge's motivation for adventuring, it was because of the jobs the guild gave him? it's nice if so, because it leaves many hooks, but why would he stick with the party? Maybe some arrangement of sorts for help on his job or a greater offer? I know some of this is up to the dm and players, but overall it was a great job! Thanks a lot!

Well, I left it open to interpretation.

Has the current guild leader, the Half-Orc named Burg’graw Kattle’dorn sent him out to find something that they've heard about? Thieves Guild tend to rely heavily on information.
Or has Sludge gone out to explore to one day find a way to take down Burg’graw Kattle’dorn? Or is he out in the world just to learn more? Improve his abilities?
See the world he's never known? Find his family?

I wanted to leave that wide open.

[Great Dragon]

I was saying that they're considered Wizards in a 5e context, but I do not recall where I read this information so may be incorrect.

Actually, IiRC, they put the Wu Jen in with the UA Mystic (Psionics) - at least at first.
It's been awhile since I read that, and I haven't checked for Psionic updates in awhile.

[Avista]

This one is next - just wanted to ask - do you remember the other person's character (who would have been your brother in the game)? In the event I go that route?

I do. It was a tiefling warlock, named Vedras. He was played as a dark and brooding character who put up with the crazy shenanigans of the party. If I recall, the alignment was true neutral.

[Tawmis]

Well, since you ask, why not do one of my old oneshot characters?
Name: Shidiri (Female)
Race: Tiefling
Class: Thief
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Background: Criminal -or- Charlatan
Since she was created for a short campaign, she never had her own solid backstory. She's a spitfire archetype, and prefers intimidation rolls over persuasion. She's loyal to herself, but will assist other downtrodden tieflings. She also despises the aristocrats.
[I did use her again in another short campaign where a friend played a tiefling warlock (male). We made them siblings, abandoned at the church orphanage run by a friendly old priest. The priest tried to turn them toward religion, but failed to protect them from the local denizens, so instead they turned to the dark arts and a life of crime.]
You can use that snippet as a cornerstone, or create something completely new and different! (I encourage you to make something new and exciting!)
EDIT: It was a tiefling warlock, named Vedras. He was played as a dark and brooding character who put up with the crazy shenanigans of the party. If I recall, the alignment was true neutral.

I stuck with the Religious guy trying to turn you to religion... Because, it just so happens that it was easy to tie into another origin.
I had written Barakas' backstory as a part of a new religious group in the Southern Ward. And later tied Erintor's background to the same event. So it was very easy to tie your character's background to the same event and make it fit seamlessly!

Because it tied into another event, it wrote itself - there's some development of your character... but more so about the Church and the "opposing" Church (The Pillars of Light). But it all helps build up what your character lived as a life, and the change in the end (where you mentioned she relied more on intimidation and why she ended up on that path).

As always, I'd love to hear feedback! What you liked, hated, loved, whatever you want to share - I want to hear it! It helps me, and it helps keep the thread alive!

Until then - enjoy!

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Abandonment.

It’s been a scar in my life that I hide, like a cut on the wrist that runs so deep; you wear long sleeves to hide it.

My brother, Vedras, and I were left on the steps of a rundown Church by our parents, whose names we never got to know. The “Church” whose footsteps we were left on was the Church of Mythia, a Church in the Southern Ward of Waterdeep which worships a Marilith – a female demon, with six arms, and a serpentine body, notoriously known for being evil – but claimed Mythia was different. Despite her outward appearance, she was a demon, cast out from the Planes of Hell, because of her compassion for the “Lost Souls.”

As you can imagine, the Church of Mythia attracted the attention of a lot of Tieflings who could relate to her. The outward appearance of a demon who was not as evil as the rest of the world might perceive them to be.

The Church of Mythia was led by a human, also an outcast, named Okil Northman, who genuinely believed in Mythia and her desire to unite lost souls under one banner and give them the family they were often deprived of.

However, the Church of Mythia wasn’t without their enemies. The Pillar of Light was a religious organization in the Southern Ward of Waterdeep as well, mostly composed of humans and half-elves who still believed there was hope for them to escape the clutches of poverty that the Southern Ward had ensnared us all in. The Pillar of Light was composed of followers not of just one god; but several different ones. Some were common gods, such as Torm, but others seemed to be made up by members of the Pillar of Light, such as Sadensa, the Goddess of the Eternal Light. The members of the Pillar of Light all believed that their chosen gods and goddesses gathered around every full moon to shine a light on the world and show them where evil resided.

Naturally, every full moon, the Pillar of Light was outside of the Church of Mythia, chanting how we were all devils and demons, and those who were not Tieflings were being “beguiled by the darkness.” Okil Northman, who led the Church of Mythia, always told us to ignore their ignorance and pray that their gods forgive them for the hatred spewing in their hearts and souls.

Ignoring the members of the Pillars of Light during Church is one thing; but when it’s day time, and you’re out trying to buy food and supplies, and the merchants are members of the Pillars of Light, and despite their poverty level, still refuse to sell to myself and my brother because we’re “demons” in their eyes, it can become significantly more difficult to try and survive in the Southern Ward. This is why Okil would ask his fellow Church members to go about and “earn as honest as a living as possible” and give the coin to him so he could go out and make the purchases.

He knew when he said “earn as honest as a living as possible” that because the majority of us were either Tieflings or Half Orcs, that it meant sometimes lightening a purse of an innocent person or two; but he never wanted to know how we can across the coin.

Years of growing up with other members of the Church of Mythia, I was taught how to move quietly and how to steal. My brother, they said, was a “Chosen One” because his connection with Mythia granted him special magical abilities, meaning that Mythia saw great promise in him.

One day, Fate would change everything. During the eighteenth celebration of Baraka’s day of birth, there was a celebration that was held for those who were a part of the Church of Mythia that acknowledged that they were adults. The Pillar of Light had caught word that there would be a special celebration and it just so happened to fall on a full moon; something that sent the overly zealous religious group into overdrive that they were being given a sign to stop the celebration.

What started out as the standard chanting of devils and demons, rapidly began to escalate as more of the protestors began to shout more and more violent suggestions. That’s when the first torch hit the Church and the run down Church that was mostly dry wood barely held together caught fire. Okil tried to keep everyone calm, but Baraka and a Half-Elf named Erintor Greenhaven, both seemed to undergo a change and chaos erupted. We were forced to fight the Pillars of Light members, with Okil shouting commands to defend ourselves, but not to kill. He was right, of course, because if we killed anyone from the Pillars of Light, it’d only add fuel to the idea that we were swayed by a demon.

By the time the night was over, the Pillar of Light members fled, carrying away their wounded, and we had successfully driven them away without killing any of them, but the Church was nothing more than crackling red embers.

That’s when my brother and I thanked Okil Northman for all of the years of shelter, but we knew we could not stay. The racial tension was too much. There had to be more out there in the world.

Okil’s words as we left were haunting. “Your parents may have abandoned you on our front door, but we have never abandoned you. Nor will we ever. May the many arms and blades of Mythia forever protect you.”

My name is Shidiri, and along with my brother, Vedras, we are out to see what the world offers. I have spent years of my life in the shadows. I am ready to step into the light and take what’s mine.

[Tawmis]

I will happily return to the back of the que, I look forward to reading all of the histories you've written.
Just one this time.

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Name: Rincain Loyalar
Race: Human (Variant)
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger - Hunter
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: I am calm, quiet and reserved except when it involves orcs. I study everyone, as if I was on the hunt.
Ideals: Protect the land before the people, those that intend harm on nature aren't worth her respect. Most people are good, just usually ignorant of what they do.
Bonds: I will protect the people of my valley from the monstrous races, they aren't part of the natural order of things. I will protect the land from harm.
Flaws: I hate orcs, they destroyed my Hamlet and my family. They are creatures of chaos and destruction.
Notes: His hamlet was overwhelmed by Orcs and was rescued by his uncle who taught him the ways of hunting Orcs. His hamlet is now a set of ruins in the North Western part of the Dessarin Valley. He has the Alert feat. His uncle taught him how to follow

I believe this one is next!

[AH0098]

I believe this one is next!

I am glad everything is well. With you not writing a lot the past week I figured you got busy. I hope all is well with work and the home life.

[Tawmis]

I am glad everything is well. With you not writing a lot the past week I figured you got busy. I hope all is well with work and the home life.

Busy is an understatement!
Last week I had a Network + Cert test thrown at me (need 720 out of 900 to pass, I landed on a 700! Boo!)
It was also our "Review" week (and people submit reviews to you to write about them; I had 30 people to write about, plus my own self review; and self reviews are VERY long and VERY detailed to "justify" your standings).
Then, sprung a big video I was doing for a friend (where her husband and I did an 80's Rock Infomercial in her honor; with he and I jamming out to songs that meant something to her; or related to her from us in some way). It was an epic procedure to film (without her knowing what we were doing), then editing it all together took a large part of my time; then creating it for a Blu-Ray with chapters and all of that... I went all out.
Then Monday, Jury Duty which extended to today (Tuesday)...
I've been behind the 8ball for like three weeks now, it feels like!
But that said, I do believe the one for you is the last one submitted to this thread. After that, I will be all caught up, and a bit sad about that!
If you repeat requesters want to throw down some more, by all means, please do!

[Great Dragon]

Busy is an understatement!

But that said, I do believe the one for you is the last one submitted to this thread. After that, I will be all caught up, and a bit sad about that!
If you repeat requesters want to throw down some more, by all means, please do!

I seem to have gotten lost in the crowd.
Gotta love when RL drops (metaphorical) Rocks From Sky !!

More for Vippi ?


Noble NPC

[Tawmis]

I seem to have gotten lost in the crowd.
Gotta love when RL drops (metaphorical) Rocks From Sky !!
More for Vippi ?
Noble NPC

I remember Vippi (more), along with a few rewrites I want to do...
The notable NPC I did miss. I will get that added.

[~Soul]

any about clerics?

[Avista]

Aw yes, thanks! I'm glad to see you managed to incorporate my friend's old character in there! I've never played a waterdeep campaign before, so I haven't read up on the lore of it either. But I love it!

[Tawmis]

any about clerics?

I have over 70 backgrounds... To be honest, I can't remember if I've done any for clerics yet! But bring it, if you have it!
Tell me: Character Name (if you have it), gender, Race, Class, and any other extra details you want to add, I will try to mix in!

Aw yes, thanks! I'm glad to see you managed to incorporate my friend's old character in there! I've never played a waterdeep campaign before, so I haven't read up on the lore of it either. But I love it!

Waterdeep is one of the major cities of Forgotten Realms (perhaps the most major city? Only other that could probably compare is Neverwinter).
Since 5e is, at it's core, essentially Forgotten Realms, unless specified otherwise, that's where I generally set these backgrounds.

[~Soul]

I have over 70 backgrounds... To be honest, I can't remember if I've done any for clerics yet! But bring it, if you have it!
Tell me: Character Name (if you have it), gender, Race, Class, and any other extra details you want to add, I will try to mix in!

Thanks! Soon im gonna play in Curse of Strahd. Im going to roleplay a hill dwarf, male, cleric, domain of life. I would appreciate you any idea

[Tawmis]

Thanks! Soon im gonna play in Curse of Strahd. Im going to roleplay a hill dwarf, male, cleric, domain of life. I would appreciate you any idea

Excellent! Have you already got a name in mind for the character? If not, I will throw one in that you can, of course, change to fit what suits your needs!

[Tawmis]

Name: Rincain Loyalar
Race: Human (Variant)
Gender: Male
Class: Ranger - Hunter
Background: Folk Hero
Personality: I am calm, quiet and reserved except when it involves orcs. I study everyone, as if I was on the hunt.
Ideals: Protect the land before the people, those that intend harm on nature aren't worth her respect. Most people are good, just usually ignorant of what they do.
Bonds: I will protect the people of my valley from the monstrous races, they aren't part of the natural order of things. I will protect the land from harm.
Flaws: I hate orcs, they destroyed my Hamlet and my family. They are creatures of chaos and destruction.
Notes: His hamlet was overwhelmed by Orcs and was rescued by his uncle who taught him the ways of hunting Orcs. His hamlet is now a set of ruins in the North Western part of the Dessarin Valley. He has the Alert feat. His uncle taught him how to follow

I enjoyed writing this one... and going really dark with his emotional state... and by the end, hopefully explaining why he is the way he is...
As always, I welcome feedback! Good? Bad? All right? Loved it? Liked it? Hated it? Not what you imagined/wanted?
Let me know!
Enjoy!
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Tradeton: It wasn’t much, but it was home.

Now the hamlet I once called home is a skeleton on the barren plot of land where echoes of my childhood reside. Charred remains of broken homes still send flecks of ash across the valley like falling tears. Just outside the small hamlet, a graveyard full of unmarked graves, because some of the bodies were so horribly mutilated or burned that we could not identify them. Children. Women. Men. Young. Old. Elderly. These Orcs – the Red Eye Orcs – did not care who they cut down. They weren’t looking for anything specific. We were not hiding some great or some world shattering secret. The reason for their attack was for one reason and one reason alone: The sheer thrill of killing.

This all happened four years ago; and there are some years, like this year, where I return to my old home on the anniversary of the attack. It helps remind me what happened. It fuels my soul for vengeance and rekindles my searing hatred for Orcs.

Had it not been for the timely arrival of my uncle, Ganrer, I would be one of the bodies in those unmarked graves. My younger sister, my mother, and my father were all slaughtered in the vicious attack. He had arrived, just as one of the Orcs had killed my sister, having already killed my mother and father. He cut down the orc from behind as it was leering at me, blood dripping off of its blade. I had been a simple farmer back then. My uncle, a man who refused to ever settle, had lived off the land. When we escaped the onslaught, my Uncle taught me how to live off the land and how to track not only animals, but Orcs. I was obsessed with the idea of getting my revenge. The memory that I see every night when I sleep is my sister’s arm extending out to me, crying for help, as the Orc brought his sword down on her time and time again and the helplessness I felt.

Whether they know it or not, the Red Eye Orcs forged a weapon that night. I was frightened, terrified and horrified beyond words. In those four years, my Uncle Ganrer has shown me so much. Like a Master Smith Dwarf, my Uncle forged me into a weapon that strikes out without mercy or hesitation.

He’s taught me that the world is full of vile souls, and that, despite appearances; no one should ever be fully trusted. A human could be just as vile and malicious as any Orc. Because of that, when I meet someone, I immediately take notice to everything about them; from what they’re wearing, to how they smell, and if it’s anywhere in the wild, where I can examine their footprint, I take note of it. Because I will never be a victim again and I will track down anyone who crosses me to the ends of this world and I will have my revenge, no matter what it takes.

But I am not a man without compassion. I have killed numerous brigands who have chased innocent people into the woods I’ve wandered to defend the innocent. After all, it’s as my Uncle said; everyone, no matter their race, has the potential to be just as vile and malicious as the Orcs. And I never – ever – want someone to suffer as I did and be a hopeless victim. I will be the one to take the stand for them and defend them if I ever see it. And I will act without mercy to defend the innocent. A lack of respect for life earns a quick death from me; whether they’re intending to inflict harm on others, or on nature itself. There is a difference between hunting an animal for food and killing for pleasure. There is a difference between cutting down a tree to build a home and maliciously burning down a forest. Just as I would go to any length to defend a person from those who would invoke harm; I show the same compassion for the animals, the woods, and for Nature itself.

As I walk through the skeletal remains of Tradeton, I pass my old house, running my hands across the charred remains. There are still stains of blood that not even the rain seems to be able to wash away, a constant reminder of the great tragedy that took place here; fuel and fire for my heart.

I stop when I reach some of the only few marked graves in the cemetery: my mother, my father, and my sister. I run my hands over each of the makeshift tombstones and kneel down for a moment to speak with them.

I hear their voices. My mother telling me to release my rage. My father telling me he’s proud of the person I’ve become, but fears for my safety. And my sister… I hear her the loudest. That she forgives me and that it was not my fault.

It’s the same conversation each time. I tell my mother, I will release my anger when I am done. I tell my father, not to worry about me. And I tell my sister, when the time comes, I will hug her again.

I stand and listen.

Drums. Orc drums. Not too far away.

I smile.

Until then.

They will have to wait for me.

My name is Rincain Loyalar, the Orc Slayer. And I will have my revenge.

[Great Dragon]

any about clerics?

Yes. At least one: Post #368.
Might be more, but will take time to find.

[~Soul]

Excellent! Have you already got a name in mind for the character? If not, I will throw one in that you can, of course, change to fit what suits your needs!

Nop, im really bad choosing names.

And if you need some extra:

Prof with history, insight, medicine and religion. High wisdom and constitution, and quite agile.

He holds in the right hand a warhammer, and on the left, a shield. Maybe, he inherited the warhammer or shield, from his mentor.

He doesnt have helmet, and has a holy symbol. Knows draconic and celestial language.

His deity is Lathander and he likes to help people

Has a good hand to heal (medicine) people, and doesn't like people tries to lie him, because, almost always, he can know who is lying.

He likes animal, and has a good connection with them, also, he has a good eye to finds traces and follows its (survival).

And finally, he has a good perception.

[Great Dragon]

@ ~Soul:
Here are some suggestions:

Possible names from Random Generator

Dulkum Rockflow
Thygarn Darkcut
Tormus Stormscar
Hjermar Forgeheart
Khadrarn Fusebrand

Acolyte Background most likely.
Religion, History, Insight, Persuasion (?)

Heavy Armor, Shield (?), Battleaxe (Warhammer backup) - two handed if not using shield.

Closest classic Dwarven Deity for Light Domain:
Gorm Gulthyn, also known as Fire Eyes, Lord of the Bronze Mask and the Eternally Vigilant.

Hope this helps.

[AH0098]

I enjoyed writing this one... and going really dark with his emotional state... and by the end, hopefully explaining why he is the way he is...
As always, I welcome feedback! Good? Bad? All right? Loved it? Liked it? Hated it? Not what you imagined/wanted?
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Tradeton: It wasn’t much, but it was home.

Now the hamlet I once called home is a skeleton on the barren plot of land where echoes of my childhood reside. Charred remains of broken homes still send flecks of ash across the valley like falling tears. Just outside the small hamlet, a graveyard full of unmarked graves, because some of the bodies were so horribly mutilated or burned that we could not identify them. Children. Women. Men. Young. Old. Elderly. These Orcs – the Red Eye Orcs – did not care who they cut down. They weren’t looking for anything specific. We were not hiding some great or some world shattering secret. The reason for their attack was for one reason and one reason alone: The sheer thrill of killing.

This all happened four years ago; and there are some years, like this year, where I return to my old home on the anniversary of the attack. It helps remind me what happened. It fuels my soul for vengeance and rekindles my searing hatred for Orcs.

Had it not been for the timely arrival of my uncle, Ganrer, I would be one of the bodies in those unmarked graves. My younger sister, my mother, and my father were all slaughtered in the vicious attack. He had arrived, just as one of the Orcs had killed my sister, having already killed my mother and father. He cut down the orc from behind as it was leering at me, blood dripping off of its blade. I had been a simple farmer back then. My uncle, a man who refused to ever settle, had lived off the land. When we escaped the onslaught, my Uncle taught me how to live off the land and how to track not only animals, but Orcs. I was obsessed with the idea of getting my revenge. The memory that I see every night when I sleep is my sister’s arm extending out to me, crying for help, as the Orc brought his sword down on her time and time again and the helplessness I felt.

Whether they know it or not, the Red Eye Orcs forged a weapon that night. I was frightened, terrified and horrified beyond words. In those four years, my Uncle Ganrer has shown me so much. Like a Master Smith Dwarf, my Uncle forged me into a weapon that strikes out without mercy or hesitation.

He’s taught me that the world is full of vile souls, and that, despite appearances; no one should ever be fully trusted. A human could be just as vile and malicious as any Orc. Because of that, when I meet someone, I immediately take notice to everything about them; from what they’re wearing, to how they smell, and if it’s anywhere in the wild, where I can examine their footprint, I take note of it. Because I will never be a victim again and I will track down anyone who crosses me to the ends of this world and I will have my revenge, no matter what it takes.

But I am not a man without compassion. I have killed numerous brigands who have chased innocent people into the woods I’ve wandered to defend the innocent. After all, it’s as my Uncle said; everyone, no matter their race, has the potential to be just as vile and malicious as the Orcs. And I never – ever – want someone to suffer as I did and be a hopeless victim. I will be the one to take the stand for them and defend them if I ever see it. And I will act without mercy to defend the innocent. A lack of respect for life earns a quick death from me; whether they’re intending to inflict harm on others, or on nature itself. There is a difference between hunting an animal for food and killing for pleasure. There is a difference between cutting down a tree to build a home and maliciously burning down a forest. Just as I would go to any length to defend a person from those who would invoke harm; I show the same compassion for the animals, the woods, and for Nature itself.

As I walk through the skeletal remains of Tradeton, I pass my old house, running my hands across the charred remains. There are still stains of blood that not even the rain seems to be able to wash away, a constant reminder of the great tragedy that took place here; fuel and fire for my heart.

I stop when I reach some of the only few marked graves in the cemetery: my mother, my father, and my sister. I run my hands over each of the makeshift tombstones and kneel down for a moment to speak with them.

I hear their voices. My mother telling me to release my rage. My father telling me he’s proud of the person I’ve become, but fears for my safety. And my sister… I hear her the loudest. That she forgives me and that it was not my fault.

It’s the same conversation each time. I tell my mother, I will release my anger when I am done. I tell my father, not to worry about me. And I tell my sister, when the time comes, I will hug her again.

I stand and listen.

Drums. Orc drums. Not too far away.

I smile.

Until then.

They will have to wait for me.

My name is Rincain Loyalar, the Orc Slayer. And I will have my revenge.

AWESOME!! I didn't think of it as too dark, definitely darker than I was originally thinking but bringing his family's voices back to his present and a sibling, just perfect. I think he'll play a little darker and more vicious than originally intended, but way better experience than expected now. Awesome job good sir.

[mistermysterio]

This is great!

Here's mine, if you have free time and haven't got anything too similar.

Name: Aelenia Galanodel (which means Moonwhisper)
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Ranger (Revised/deepstalker)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Background: Emissary Far Traveller

High dex/wis/con low cha/str
Traits:
I have different assumptions from those around me concerning personal space, blithely invading others' space in innocence.

Ideal:
I'm far from home, and everything is strange and wonderful!

Bond:
I hold no greater cause than my service to my people.

Flaw:
I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.

She's a weird mix of outgoing, doesn't-understand-concept-of-personal-space, happy elf girl with a no-nonsense, get your work done, and take down enemies of the state as needed warrior (as deepstalkers tend to stick to shadows and are really good at alpha strikes).

Anyhow, feel free to shift things around if a better idea comes to you - she doesn't really exist yet. For now, she's a backup character if my current one dies.

Thanks!

[Tawmis]

AWESOME!! I didn't think of it as too dark, definitely darker than I was originally thinking but bringing his family's voices back to his present and a sibling, just perfect. I think he'll play a little darker and more vicious than originally intended, but way better experience than expected now. Awesome job good sir.

Thank you! I really thought the voices part pushed the character's drive and point home!

This is great!
Here's mine, if you have free time and haven't got anything too similar.
Name: Aelenia Galanodel (which means Moonwhisper)
Race: Wood Elf
Class: Ranger (Revised/deepstalker)
Alignment: Neutral Good
Background: Emissary Far Traveller
High dex/wis/con low cha/str
Traits:
I have different assumptions from those around me concerning personal space, blithely invading others' space in innocence.
Ideal:
I'm far from home, and everything is strange and wonderful!
Bond:
I hold no greater cause than my service to my people.
Flaw:
I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
She's a weird mix of outgoing, doesn't-understand-concept-of-personal-space, happy elf girl with a no-nonsense, get your work done, and take down enemies of the state as needed warrior (as deepstalkers tend to stick to shadows and are really good at alpha strikes).
Anyhow, feel free to shift things around if a better idea comes to you - she doesn't really exist yet. For now, she's a backup character if my current one dies.
Thanks!

Added to the list!

I have one for Great Dragon to do, then the Cleric for ~Soul, then yours! Thanks for adding! I love these opportunities to help others and give myself a writing challenge!

[AH0098]

I do not wish for you to run out of inspiration, so I have to just keep working more people for you to write about.
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Name: Blíldr Eilmyar
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Make
Class: Ranger
Background: Soldier
Personality: I bluntly say what other people are hinting or hiding. My favor, once lost, is lost forever. The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can't do it. I judge people by their actions, not their words.
Ideals: Greater Good. Our lot is to lay down our lives in defense of others. No Limits. Nothing should fetter the infinite possibility inherent in all existence. Obligation. It is my duty to protect my people.
Bonds: Everything I do is for my people and Myth Drannor. I have a family, but I have no idea where they are. One day, I hope to see them again. I protect those who cannot protect themselves.
Flaws: Evil fiends and the traitors who follow Lloth must be removed to protect all that is good.
Notes: Ranger in service to the Elven army that retook Myth Drannor. Lost his family when Myth Drannor fell.

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Name: Rain of Fall (Rain) The Awakening Mist Clan
Race: Tabaxi
Gender: Female
Class: Monk
Background: Far Traveler
Personality: I judge people by their actions, not their words. There's nothing I like more than a good mystery. I never pass up a friendly wager. I ask a lot of questions. I am curious about everything.
Ideals: Free Thinking. Inquiry and curiosity are the pillars of progress. Greater Good. It is each person's responsibility to make the most happiness for the whole tribe. Logic. Emotions must not cloud our logical thinking. Fairness. We all do the work, so we all share in the rewards.
Bonds: A powerful person killed someone I love. Some day soon, I'll have my revenge. I will get revenge on the evil forces that destroyed my home and ruined my life.
Flaws: I’ve lost the love of my life, and searching to save his soul.
Notes: Travelled to a big city from Chult. She is searching for a way to revive her mate due to the death curse and her temple being over run.

I hope you enjoy them. If someone knew posts, you're always welcome to bump me back, I'm never in a rush. I hope you get the inspiration to become published because you are really good at writing. I can see the stories play out as I read them.

[Tawmis]

I do not wish for you to run out of inspiration, so I have to just keep working more people for you to write about.
I hope you enjoy them. If someone knew posts, you're always welcome to bump me back, I'm never in a rush. I hope you get the inspiration to become published because you are really good at writing. I can see the stories play out as I read them.

Definitely keep them coming!
I've considered the idea of taking these backgrounds and putting them on DMsGuild for others to use, if they need "impromptu" character background stories.
I would love to one day get published; there's a story I've been working on for many years now; that I dab into off and on (think Harry Potter meets Chronicles of Narnia meets Norse mythology).