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Hey guys,
I have seen some character story scattered around the place but would like to have them together so others and I can read them in one place
So go for it!
I have seen some character story scattered around the place but would like to have them together so others and I can read them in one place
So go for it!
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Slapntickle being the nick name given to Rosie because of her tendencies, she was either ever so kind or brutally harsh but never a bit of both.
Her parents despite being rather poor and lowly people where kind and taught their daughter the best they could, in hopes of her turning out different then the rest of Dragon Coast’s young.
Today Slapntickle has become quite the fighter adopting the thief’s dual dagger fighting styles and stealth skills, as you would imagine growing up in a place riddle only with thieves or pirates. With most Pirates hardly knowing the different between their mug of ale and sword most the time, it was clear what style Rosie would adopt. Despite having the exterior and traits of a thief Rosie never pledged allegiance to a specific thief’s clan as deep down inside she holds the same values close to her heart as her parents once did.
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Archer was born to small Luskan family of mixed origin. His Father Drethen Wilson was a true Luskan, from his birth and on. His Mother, Cyntir Alshohen, was born in a small town just outside of Neverwinter. His family did well in respect to those around them. Drethen was a soldier in the Luskan army ever since he was of eligible age.
Archer Grew up around the military lifestyle and was fascinated with it. His Father noticed this interest and began teaching him how to fight in armed combat, however the only weapon Archer could wield at such a young age was a dagger. His father taught him everything he knew, but that wasn't enough for Archer. When he became an adolescent, he was a better swordsman than his own dad. Despite the ability to wield much larger weapons he stuck with his daggers, learning how to flank his enemies and dispatch them silently. He even went as far as to learn a bit of deception magic.
By the time of joining the Guard alongside his father, many already feared him and his blades. 2 years after joining the guard an army invaded Luskan. The Luskan guards fought bravely and were able to repel the invaders. However, during the battle, Archer's father had suffered a fatal wound and perished.
Archer left the guard after that and began to wander town to town. While he was journeying he ran into bandits attempting to hijack a delivery convoy. The bandits never saw the cloaked Archer coming and he dispatched every one of them with deadly accuracy. The convoy payed him for his help and he realized that that he could do this for a living and became a mercenary.
Years after that Archer still defends the weak. He's always told people that he does whats right and whether he gets paid or not is up to the people he helped. However every year he still makes a journey to visit his father and thank him.
Here's Alina Burrows, Celeste, and Kahseema Lyricsall
Name: Alina Burrows
Sex: Female
Height: 6'2''- resembles the height of an Earth model.
Nationality/Race/Class: Human. Native of Neverwinter (Orphaned), Career off Dragon Coast (Pirate Captain). Devoted Cleric.
Build: Slim and lanky and tall
Hair: Shoulder length sun-bleached blonde hair. Usually worn in pigtails.
Hair Colour: Bleached Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Skin Colour: Caucasian
Distinguishing Features: Alina has no distinguishing features, part of her charm is her girl next door appearance.
Skills: Praying and making those prayers come true. Charming the socks off of unsuspecting innocents.
Weapons and Gear/Equipment: Chainmail armor, usually revealing more than enough skin. She carries her Holy Symbol on her waist, always clasped tightly so she never loses it. Her idol is wrapped around her wrists, much in the fashion of Earth's wiccan hand knot ceremonies.
She carries a small satchel carrying only the necessary belongings for a nomadic cleric.
Interests and Goals: Having lost her memory during the Dragolich attack off the coast of Neverwinter, Alina's current interest is her past and her goals include escaping the law, hiding out, and regaining her memories.
Why Mythweavers: They took her in when she needed a home. They understand her memory is at a loss and are willing to help her every step of the way. In the meantime, they call upon her link to the gods for their buffs and favours during their adventures.
Background: Born to two loving parents, soldiers of the Neverwinter Army, Alina was destined to be an orphan from the get-go. She was four when it finally happened, and she didn't remember their faces or the love they both had for her. She was shipped off to the nearest orphanage after no one laid claim to the bright eyed and bushy haired-Alina.
After 18 years of never being adopted, Alina was promptly booted out with a complimentary satchel and a handful of gold coins. She decided enough was enough and that waiting around just wasn't for her. She'd have to make her own fortune, her own destiny. And because of that exact reason, the Gods took an immediate liking to Alina Burrows. They kept an extra eye out just for her.
Travelling the coastline, Alina hopped from city to city, never truly finding that something she was missing until she crash-landed into an older gentleman at a bar along Dragon Coast. The name was Benji and the 50+ year old Pirate took an immediate liking to the nineteen year old nomad.
He had rare treasures. Among them, an old symbol that he considered junk. He offered it to Alina and the moment her hands touched it, the entire world seemed to glow for the modelesque Alina. Her true calling had been discovered by means of religion and the icons they required.
He adopted her onto his ship and made her his second in command. In fact, the entire crew came to like her witty banter and sarcastic attitude. It was fitting for a pirate. They taught her how to take what was needed supply-wise and still pose a promising threat to the land walkers. And that was how Alina Burrows learned how to earn a living by the means of others' suffering.
The Gods didn't take to this very well. Infact, most tried to create hell on ''earth'' for Alina. Killing her captain/father figure by the worst means possible for a pirate...drowning. But, that didn't stop Alina's drive for doing what she did best, captain a pirate ship.
It wasn't until her twenty-third birthday the Gods finally took drastic action in an effort to tell her the path she was taking was the wrong one....
Whilst the battle of Neverwinter was taking place against Valindra's undead hordes, Alina and her crew were soaking up rays and relaxing on their small pirate ship they called home. A vigilante of sorts knew of the bounty on Alina's head and spotted her ship. He snuck up on them while their guard was down and hooked his anchor to their port bow.
Awaking with a sword drawn against her throat, she moved not a visible muscle, yet managed a signal to her crew that told them to draw the sails and press onward as quickly as possible...
The sudden movement knocked the vigilante backwards, toppling back onto his ship. He was alone, and for that Alina thanked her lucky stars. His ship was still anchored to hers though. He was still following them.
As she took control of her ship, they raced past the Neverwinter coast..where the Dragolich seemed to be waiting for them. The Gods fully intended Alina to die during that attack, but one intervened and saved her..for a cost..her memory. Torm. The god of law and righteousness. This punishment was fitting for her. He figured she'd get to start all over again, in Neverwinter.
Only he failed to help erase the bounty on her head..! Alina was arrested on sight, where she kept insisting she didn't know who she was. So they filled her in. She was a wanted pirate. A criminal. A religious criminal.
Pledging her faith to Torm and vowing to help innocents, the guards trusted her and released her. Was it stupidity or faith in humanity? Regardless, Alina has no memory of her past. Her crew is out there somewhere, her wealth is probably at the bottom of the ocean now...she only has herself and her God.
Blessed Be Torm.
Name: Celeste
Sex: Female
Height: 5'
Race: Drow
Build: Short and thick, yet muscular
Hair: Pulled tight in a ponytail, a few strands layering her jaw.
Hair Colour: Blonde, golden blond that contrasts well against her skin.
Eye Colour: (I forget gonna check ingame soon)
Skin Colour: Dark navy blue.
Distinguishing Features: Celeste has a very curvy structure, her hips are wide and her HAMSTER are matching. She has a very pointed chin that finishes her heart shaped face.
Skills: She is a fighter, physical brawls and holding four times her own body weight is something she's very proud of. She's strong physically as well as mentally. One has to be after her history.
Weapons and Gear/Equipment:Celeste carries around a cracked shield, something one of her servants gifted to her. Plated armor helps her in battles, as well as a bag of potions she carries on her hip..
Interests and Goals: Celeste is interested in finding a place for her and her servants who followed her.
Why Mythweavers?:
Background:
Women are the dominant gender in drow culture so to be a bit butch and tomboyish would not be out of the ordinary. Think female black widows when it comes to their males, males fill the subservient role, women very much hold all the power.
Since its all about houses and inter-house politics, Celeste has been exiled. One doesn't have to kill in order to advance oneself, you just need to remove those on the ladder above you. Celeste was more lenient with her servants than other drow, and so an enemy household started a rumor that implied that she was having relations with one of her servants (something that is not really viewed all that well in the aristocratic circles – kind of same as in the olden days) and it brought about her downfall and was stripped of her title by her house and exiled, which was viewed as a much more fitting fate for her than killing her, given how proud of her house and social standing she was.
She can be a bit tomboyish and butch. She has been exiled after being falsely accused of naughty dealings with a servant. She is ashamed of losing her house, her title and her standing and status and being left with nothing. Since the outside world shuns drow in general, and the drow world shunned her as well, she had nothing left, and that was worse than death for her because she somehow had to live on like that.
Celeste did not have feelings other than protection for her servants, she didn’t want to see him put to death because he had been with her for many years, so she when given a choice (kill him to prove she did not feel for him, or both be exiled) she chose to be exiled. He followed her along with the rest of her house of servants. They accompanied her to Neverwinter, where she sought to make a fresh start.....
Sex: Female
Height: 6'7'', incredibly tall and lanky.
Nationality/Race/Class: Tiefling. Siren- human mix. Born off the coast of Amn. Control Wizard.
Build: Slim and lanky and tall, often awkward with her own body.
Hair: Waist length ginger hair, kept in dreadlocks, out of her eyes.
Hair Colour: Red.
Eye Colour: Yellow and black.
Skin Colour: Light skinned for a Tiefling.
Distinguishing Features: Kahseema's natural yet unnatural Tiefling horns are her most distinguishing features. But what makes her stand out the most from other Tieflings is how human she appears aside from the horns and tail. Her skin is light in contrast and her nose is dotted with freckles.
Skills: Lacking physical skill, and being completely uncomfortable with her body she lacks any agility. Magic comes naturally to her. She is able to lock into her Siren capabilities effortlessly. She's also quick with her tongue, witty and clever. She's come to depend on her mental strength to get herself from sticky situations.
Weapons and Gear/Equipment:
She carries a wand in her back dress pocket, a locket with her father's face, and travels lightly, only really needing her satchel full of necessities.
Kahseema dresses in skin tight cloth dresses often exposing her lovely cream coloured cleavage.
Her favourite colour is light purple, and you'll most often see her decked in the most beautiful of dyes.
Interests and Goals: Doing the best she can to make her father proud. Surviving nearly every danger Neverwinter has to offer with the help of her sister.
Why Mythweavers: ((Unsure at the moment))
Background:
''My sister and I always loved hearing the tales our father would tell us of how we came to be. We're not ordinary citizens of our realm, you see. We're Tieflings. Tainted ones. But I don't see it that way. Being different made me..well me.
All his life, my father wanted to be a sailor, combatting ruthless pirates and saving the world.
So at the age of 19, he set off without the support of his parents. He bought his own ship and hired his own crew with funds he had set aside for that very day. They were aiming to explore the vast ocean and perhaps find a new continent.
Their adventure didn't last long as that very night they smashed into an island's reef off the coast of Amn.
My father, Heath, and his crew survived the initial crash and washed on the shore of this uncharted island...
But they weren't prepared for the onslaught that followed.
For this island was a home to a group of Sirens.
And they didn't beckon my father's ship or his crew. It was purely due to the awful navigation that the ship crashed in the first place! My father and his crew were intruders on this island. The Sirens had no intention of mating at that period of time- for that's what this particular group of Sirens did to poor unsuspecting sailors...Beckoned and mated then devoured the bodies.
According to my father, the head mistress of the Sirens led the attack.
And it was love at first beheading!
She was a dangerous, powerful merwoman. Tall and pale blue, long silvery hair and golden eyes. And my father was ruggedly handsome and human. They were a pair not meant to meet.
Let's set this record straight- this particular Siren detested humans. They reeked and reminded her of land pigs. In fact, she hated them so much that she refused to mate with them. She bore probably one or two children prior to my sister and myself over the centuries.
Apparently, she's not met too many non-human sailors?
Back to the twisted love story that is my creation...!
Megarya was her name and although neither spoke the other's language..it was love at first bite..!
Okay, but seriously, Megarya had just beheaded father's useless navigator when their eyes first met. Blood splashing everywhere, mayhem and chaos surrounding them..
Father has a gruesome part of this story he likes to share. He claims his navigator was very much aware of his fate. His eyes were still blinking and his beheaded face made an expression like this:
*Kahseema contorts her face so her mouth resembles a wicked frown crossed with horror, before reverting back to her normal calmness*
She stopped the onslaught a moment too late as one of her sisters stabbed my father in the shoulder.
Nevermind the fact all his men were dead, but this is the story I was told..!
Megarya decided to keep this very special human. Nursed him back to health, in various ways if you know what I mean..!
I mean that WAS how my sister and I were concieved...!
Now a bit of this island's population before I continue..
Full of mixed races, Human Sirens, Orc Sirens, Elven Sirens, and even a few Sirens that resembled us. But, Megarya's line was sparse and involved Elven Sirens, the closest relative of her kind. She aimed for her inheritants to be as pure blood as possible, or at least appearances had to be that way. She could afford to be picky, she would probably live forever!
So when she became pregnant, she quickly contacted her wishmaster demon friend.
She struck a pact with her Wishmaster. She didn't want her child resembling a human at all. And after my father learned her language, he says those were her exact words. People just don't think when they make these grand wishes. There are always consequences. Even I know that, and I'm only nineteen!
During her term, my father and Megarya became inseperable. They were in love, but it wasn't true love. Megarya only wanted to keep my father for his apperance. My father enjoyed having someone else care for him. They planned our future, our names, and how we would live on their island.
Their illusion quickly vanished the night of her labour. When it became evident we weren't of pure apperance. We were gnarly twisted babies, red as blood. My sister was the darker one, and the oldest by two minutes. Our horns were small stumps atop our head, our eyes as dark as hell.
Father, being the kind man, saved us from certain death and escaped by another canoe he found on the island years ago. He rescued me and Mideah. He gifted us with our mother's maiden name- Lyricsall.
But, it would be the three of us against the world. He tried to contact his family, but when they saw our blood red skin, they turned us away. Father was left with the little skill he had left, woodmaking - a hobby of his. He made a living off it, and supported my sister and I.
It's a sweet, tragic story and told word for word by my father!
It was my father's sacrifice that allowed my sister and I to start our own tales.
My story may differ from Mideah, but I think the plot might be the same.
Father placed us in a public school house, wanting us to be as well educated as he could afford. After all, his family could afford to hire tutors and granted him his every wish. He says it was due to his own knowledge he was able to keep our family stable.
I came to value paper and the words splayed across them. Reading came easy to me and I'd soak up word after word and then more words wherever I could find them. My pupils would call me a bookworm when we were very young. But the playful nicknames didn't last long.
I thought I had been developing friendships with other girls in my class, separate identity from my sister. But then our horns started their growth spurt. My pigmentation started fading and freckles dotted my nose and cheeks. As I grew older, the children threw pebbles at me. Girls I thought were friends. Thomas, the boy I thought was my true love shunned me. Their parents always disliked us tainted twins. It would only be a matter of time before their spawns would listen to their hatred.
I started spending more and more time with my Mideah, my sister. We became inseparable, joined at the hip. She's lovely my sister, but sometimes we didn't see eye to eye.
One day, I was in our town hall's library. I had good relations with the maester as long as I covered my horns. He didn't want to advertise that he allowed a Tiefling's presence in his library. Nonetheless, I came to spend more of my time there in my sixteenth year. I'd get lost in the worlds the books offered. Free of prejudice and hate, these books offered me a safe haven.
But while I was lost in my own little world, someone had followed me into that dusty cathedral made of books. That someone grabbed my tail and dragged me out into the middle of the square. I somehow managed to keep my delicate scarf covering my horns. I cried out and curled into a ball while he attempted to strip away my clothing in front of our very own village folk. My face was flushed with humiliation and I never thought it would end. As his grubby hands found my scarf and started peeling the fabric from my face, Mideah came to my rescue. All I heard was ''You really have to find a way to defend yourself when I'm not with you, sister.'' After that, I blacked out. I only recall waking in my bed with a fresh bouquet of roses from father.
And when I ask Mideah what happened, she just shrugs it off as if nothing happened.
So I took to the forest for my own escape. Books no longer offered anything for me. I was too traumatized to go back to the library. I took to singing the stories I had learned. My voice, I had never opened myself like I did that first time in the forest, it was shrill and high pitched. I was astounded by my voice, not knowing that I would inherit my mother's gift, her Siren abilities. Every time I opened my mouth to sing, this high pitched song erupted from my lungs. I even managed to freeze some rodents in their place momentarily. I discovered my protection....
We didn't stay in the outer village of Amn for much longer after that. But, it had nothing to do with the ordeal I went through.
The eve of our seventeenth birthday, the house was decorated in pinks and reds for our three person party the next day, we heard a loud bang downstairs on the front door. We crept out silently and peer over the staircase as father answered the door. The gust of wind carried in a scent of death, and a tall hooded figure strode over the threshold. He made himself at home as a long clawed finger swept some dust off a picture frame.
''I know you have them.'' A deep, guttural voice slithered across the room. I clung to my sister, our horns interlocking for a brief moment as we watched Father's eyes burn with a ferocity we have never seen before. We had guessed he was fierce with swordsmanship before, but what he did next was incredible.
''You can never have them, I've told you this before, Demon!'' He pulled his sword from its sheath next to the door and spun in a circle, slicing our lamps, candles, and couch in splinters as well as the Demon's mid-torso. Of course, the Demon wasn't dead. The sword was steel and not tainted with anything that would cause serious injuries to the immortal being. His deep brown eyes meet our golden ones as he kicked the unconscious Demon to the floor as his wounds healed, slowly but definitely surely.
''Girls, you have to leave, now!'' Heath, our father looked dead serious, his now wrinkled face crossed with worry. We didn't hesitate as we unhooked ourselves and scrambled to our rooms for our robes.
I remember for a brief moment wanting to grab Mister Fluffikins the Third. My beloved unicorn plushie an old friend had gifted me. I felt tears well in my eyes. I inhaled sharply and only grabbed what was absolutely necessary. My crystal orb I created, and my robes. I pushed my slippers over my feet and rushed out of my doorway, wrapping my robes around my thin body in a rush.
As I nearly stumbled down the wooden stairs, my father caught me easily. My eyes met his as a tear rolled down my cheek. ''Father, I don't..I can't.'' My voice shook uncontrollably, I looked behind him at the Demon, wondering if I could help. But, I knew under this pressure I wouldn't find my voice. My gift would fail us.
Father set me gently down on the floor and patted my head. ''You must go, you must make me proud. You're the only family I have and you must survive.''
I nodded my head sadly as I waited for my sister... my hand out to my side as she rushed forward and clasped her darker hand with my lighter one.
I led the way as an idea popped in my head. ''I know just where to go.'' I looked into my sister's eyes and offered a comforting grin, not daring to look behind us, at our cabin. At our father who had sacrificed so much for us, when he could have easily been rid of us. He could have gone back to his family and married another wealthy aristocrat and had a comfortable life, but he chose his girls. He chose us. I decided on the night of our Seventeenth birthday that I would make our father proud.
The next two years we spent on the Moonshae Isles.
I had originally hoped to find our Mother's Island. But apparently we overshot our destination and landed on the Moonshae Isles. I asked Mideah if she minded staying on the island until we sorted a fortune for another journey, and I guess one could say she agreed. I positioned a job at the local tavern with my toned down voice and slowly earned enough of my share for another boat journey. I mapped out our adventure. We'd start at the Northern Coast and travel south, scouring every single island we came across.
Well.. that was my plan until that Dragolich burned our ship.
Again, I blacked out and found myself waking next to my sister's familiar red form. We lost everything, our boat, the crew, our small fortune. I felt lost, in despair, with nothing to hold onto. My hopes and dreams went with that Dragolich...
I'm currently in Foundry trying to get it back.
And playing by myself since Aug 2009
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Aw thanks, odin
I didn't draw anything, just chose photos that resemble my characters and played with photoshop. Google is useful that way ^^
I'm currently working on a 4th character like I said, but she's an elf so hers is bound to be the longest xD
The Dark Protector and Rock Guardian.
Life was good for many years by human reckoning, for the young drow rogue T’Pol in the Underdark. Born into one of the lower houses in the city of Menzoberrazan she was the youngest of six sisters of house Pa’nar. Raiding was a passion for T’Pol, monster lairs, surface world bandit lairs, the undead and soul-plagued regions. T’Pol had one un-drow like trait that she kept hidden, she had a conscious.
She does not recall when this shift of nature started, but suspects’ secretly reading many of the forbidden books from the surface world was where it all started. Only the matron mother T’Les and her elder sisters were permitted to view them. Raiding monsters and evil align beings kept T’Pol out of the family compound and did not cause a conflict with what some would call a serious affliction.
On her last raid to the surface world is when T’Pol came into direct conflict with her drow heritage and one of her elder sisters, T’Frak. She would not kill the young witnesses of an orphanage. She went so far as to protect the children wounding T’Frak and she herself was seriously wounded. This did not sit well with the matron mother T’Les and she was banished to remain on the surface where she would most likely die of her injuries or be killed by those T’Pol had chosen to protect.
This would have come to pass if it were not for the children she protected from the drow raiding party, were now protecting her from the soldiers that arrived a few hours later. A then young sergeant Knox, impressed with what she had done, took pity on her and decided to spare her and taken her to the temple of Selune, in the city of Neverwinter.
As luck or some call destiny, that same night a rock guardian holding a strange stone key had fallen from the night sky. The priestesses of Selune hidden the key away, knowing the danger it presented, from a warning they received from a visiting Tarrakian. Free of its duties the rock guardian known as Zeek, at the request of Selune herself, in exchange for protecting the other worldly artifact, would assist T’Pol in her life on the surface, whom Selune was impressed with from her deeds at the orphanage.
Together in the service of the temple of Selune and the City of Neverwinter, T’Pol and Zeek make a formidable pair. Many evil aligned beings last memory is the thundering charge of Zeek, never to see T’Pol slipping in her daggers behind them.
type it - let it be - everythings fine. people can read it if they inspect you, and if you make a rightclick at your character icon you can inspect yourself btw.
my histories
Allizsha whole character background and story Chapter 1 - Chapter 3,
(i cant post it directly because it would probably fill one and a half posts by it own.
click the link to get to the thread)
http://nw-forum.perfectworld.com/showthread.php?289222-Allizsha-character-History
Allizsha (ingame)
The Tiefling carefully observes her surroundings for dangers of all sorts and kinds, ready for everything that may attack. At first glance Allizsha looks like a ordinary noble due to her expensive looking robe, but something about her appearance seems that she has to bear many hurtful secrets inside.
Yet, you can see the little presence of an smile behind that serious look that lays on her face. There is a silver amulet with black moon pendant attached to it - visible at her neck, at a closer look you can barely identify the inscribed words;
"usstan zhal neitar gotfrer dos, Felyn'vyll Barri'tlar".
It's obvious that she is definitely not from here around - the dark clothes she is wearing are going realy well with her skin color and would probably make her near impossible to see if hidden in the shadows. While glancing at her she doesn't look directly back, but you can feel that she is well aware of you watching her. You're not quite sure if you should just go and talk to this mysterious looking person, she doesn't seem like a talkative type, however... you think it could bring valuable information or just a simple good friend, and what could possibly go wrong with talking?
(No cheat-history with all info - RP to find out more!)
Vargen Malith (ingame)
Vargen Malith is a well known if not famous adventurer and skilled wizard from Neverwinter that disappeared over eighteen years ago after his last adventure in the Underdark, some say they saw him going in with more than five man, but only he came back, nobody knows what happened. After returning back to his home in Neverwinter - he just disappeared, rumors say he got insane, others say he died... until now. But however, it seems that nobody remembers him or his heroic adventures in the past, or even recognizes him - forgotten in the past with nothing left except himself - not the best fate one can receive.
You see an rather empty look in the eyes of the old man, despite his worn clothes, and to your surprise he has the pose of a noble and looks well built for his age, somehow scary - on the other hand interesting.. he looks like he knows a lot of things and maybe he can spare the one or other story, who knows?
currently im working on the background of an Wood Elf ex-gang member from Luskan that somehow ended up in neverwinter.