Full Name: Vanaya "Ellarian" Blythe
Nicknames: Vana
Level: 60
Class: Devoted Cleric
Race: Half Elf
Gender: Female
Current Age: 45 (Looks about mid 20s)
Hair: Red, tied into a ponytail with sideswept bangs.
Skin: Pale, but tanned, more closely related to humans than elven, though there is a slight blue tinge to the skin on the tips of her ears indicating a moon elven heritage.
Eyes: Teal, a combination of blue and green.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 145
Appearance: Vanaya has a medium build, and has a large frame. She's rarely, if ever, caught without her mail armor, preferring to wear it over anything else in the city. Her preferred colors are greys, dark blues, and blacks. Aside from the light blue tinge of skin on her ears, she has no distinguishing marks, scars or features.
Fashion of Choice: She has a variety of outfits to choose from, she favors her gilded moonstone regalia the most though. It is a dark blue with black and silver.
Armor of Choice: Chain mail, with either Fabled Illyabruen set or Dragonic set favored.
Weapons of Choice: Holy Symbol of Kelemvor
Biographical
Place of Residence: New Illyantos (On the island of Storm-Shore)
Place of Birth: The Dalelands
Relatives: None that she knows of on her Mother's side, on the elven side there's Renoro Ellarian and his son Saevel and daughter Mylaela.
Occupation: Doomguide, Cleric
Tradeskill: Leadership
Enemies: Necromancers, liches, undead, red wizards of Thay
Allies: Quite a few
Companions/Pets: A rust monster called Tahlsar, dusk unicorn called Edonil, and a few other pets. Her followers include a man at arms called Giles Parray and a swashbuckler called Celia Porte.
Special Abilities: (None Currently)
History/Biography: For metagaming reasons, I never post backgrounds.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral Good
Motivations: While she is very much devoted to Kelemvor, she is also dedicated to those she calls friends and family.
Disposition: Mild mannered, kind and caring, Vanaya doesn't like to start trouble. She can be naive though when it comes to some things, and may come off as dense to others.
Outlook: Undisclosed
Religion/Philosophy: Vanaya follows Kelemvor's dogma to the letter. She tries her best to keep those around her alive and well, destroying undead for being unnatural, and aiding the grieving.
Sexuality: Straight
Positive Personality Traits: Caring, Selfless
Negative Personality Traits: Naive, Introverted
Misc. Quirks: Prefers to eat when no one is around. When others are around, she eats as if she's afraid to, taking small bites and observing others carefully. She can, and will, drink hard ales and liquors, despite their negative effects. She's willing to try anything alcoholic at least once.
Interests
Likes: Food, sweets, singing, dancing, eating
Dislikes: Undead, slavers, nasty beasties and humanoids who seek to destroy Neverwinter.
Favorite Foods: Any. She's a hefty eater.
Favorite Drinks: Tea, ale, juice.
Favorite Colors: Blue, Green and Black
Hobbies: She loves to make sweet things. Anything from cookies to cakes, she loves making them. She also enjoys sewing.
Race: Half-Orc
Gender: Male
Class: Control Wizard
Date of Birth/Age: 1457 DR / 22 years
Hairsyle & Color: Low ponytail medium brown
Eyes: Red Irises
Skin Tone: Dark brown
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 176 lbs.
Birthplace/Homeland: Luruar
Relatives: Son of Grushkul, considers the Ferrns of Luruar to be his true family.
Description: Markul is slim for an Half-Orc, he holds himself tall when he isn't bent over a book. He wears fine cloths which sometimes get dirty from his ventures.
Background/Biography: Markul was born in an Orc tribe, but he was very scrawny for an Orc so he was often picked on and has a few scars from being beaten in his youth. When he was about twelve Markul left his tribe tired of that way of life. He came upon a kindly family near Luruar who took him in and he began learning the arcane arts. Now he continues his studies under Master Evantor, an eccentric Elf wizard who lives near Neverwinter.
Personality: Markul is quite kind and gentle due to the kindess shown by his foster family compared to the brutality of his tribe. He is also very well spoken. He is often absorbed in his books and seems somewhat anti-social for it. If he sees someone being picked on he will most likely come to their aid immediately.
Name: Thalia Ironvale
Title: Currently "Bandit Slayer", also often use "of the Dragon Coast"
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Class: Hunter Ranger
Date of Birth/Age: Was born a while ago, probably
Hairsyle & Color: Long wavy black hair
Eyes: Blue eyes
Skin Tone: Pretty pale
Height: Probably close to 6"0
Weight: Moderate, as she's tall with a strong build
Other: She has a scar across her right eye from a particularly rough scrap with a pirate, and she's covered from head to toe in freckles.
Likes: Dogs, horses, women, money, ale, the ocean, seafood
Dislikes: Pirates, potatoes, wine, her grandmother
Family: Her grandmother is Maeve Feycharger, her mother is Lana Feycharger, her father is Ricken Ironvale and her sister is Kaya Ironvale. (She also has a dog named Frostfang and a horse named Windsong, both of which she considers to be family.)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Bio:
Despite her age, Thalia Ironvale has seen the world. As her parents are merchants, when she was a child her family moved around a lot, before finally settling along the Dragon Coast when she was an adolescent. Here is where she began to learn how to fight. She was trained in the capital of Nathlekh.
Now an adult and having grown sick of the never ending amount of pirates and her family's cold gaze, she's come to Neverwinter looking to gain wisdom, knowledge, and hopefully some better gear-- unfortunately, most of what she's done so far involves getting drunk at the local taverns and gazing at the drow woman working as a Courtesan at the Moonstone Mask. Dressed in peasants clothing and with little copper to her name, she's become nothing but another street urchin.
Secretive about her past and having adopted her family's cold demeanor, befriending Thalia is tough... and enjoying her company once you do is tougher. She's loyal to a fault if you can earn her trust, but rarely does she show compassion. Thalia would sooner trust a drow than a human, preferring elves over all other races.
Though she's beginning to work her way up the ladder and gain the trust of Seargant Knox, she's still got a lot of growing to do before she gets anywhere.
Note: Character is over 18. Mun is not. Fade to black is fine.
Name: Drishdun Bearne (My story aint ready yet, i have red almost every Drizzt Do'Urden books and played DD games, but i need to read more lore. And im looking RP guild please contact me and plz tell me how lore accurate i must be) Race: Drow Gendre: Male Birthplace: Underdark City: Menzoberranza Class: Arcane Scholar (Wizard) Allignment: Neutral evil Deity: Vhaeraun Age: 150 Allies/friends: House Bearne, Jarlaxle Baenre andBregan D'aerthe
Enemies:Well ofcourse his own House. Other Menzoberranze Houses.
Personality: He is cunning, obsessed to gain more power. He hates surface Elf's, but he doesn't show it if he doesn't want. He study magic as much as it is possible, he read books, duel against other mages and enemies. He admires Gromph Baenre because he thinks he is the best Archmage he has ever seen. He also hopes that someday Elminster would teach him.
History: Drishdun was born into one of the strongest Houses in Menzoberranza. He isn't noble. So he doesen't use his last name. At very young age one of the Houses wizard noticed that Drishdun is naturally talented in arcane arts. Like most on Drow's in Menzoberanzza males who are or want to become wizards etc starts in te Sorcere. So did Drishdun at age of 25. He trained there about 50 years. He was one of the best students there. Many masters of the Sorcere were amazed about his talents but they also consider him as threat. One student from House Barrison Del'Armgo tried to kill him, because the power of the House Bearne was too strong. That student was too arrogant and sure of his skills. At one night in the academy he tried to ambush Drishdun. Drishdun all ready knew that House Barrison Del'Armgo had some plans against House Bearne. Drishdun was meditating in his own chamber when the student came. "Now you Drishdun will feel the wrath of my House". Drishdun just sat and said "well my friend Jarlaxle Baenre all ready gave me information about your pathetic try to kill me". "My chamber is protected by some great spells". The student went to panic because he couldn't move or do any spells. "So now you will feel the wrath of the greatest Drow House there is". Drishdun said some words and magical daggers appeared around the student. Tens of magical daggers penetrated the students body several time. The students bloody body was laying on ground when Jarlaxle just suddenly appeared next to Drishdun. "Damn you and your silent boots Jarlaxle". Jarlaxle just smiled very smirk smile and said "I'm talented on many things yound Drishdun, but ain't my information was vital for you"?. Drishdun just sighted and said "Yes like always and I'm great full to you and Bregan D'aerthe". "Here is your payment and keep me posted "cousin". Jarlaxle made very respectfully bow "Thank tou "cousin" and I will. Few seconds later he was gone. "Someday I will be so talented in arcane arts that even Jarlaxle can't surprise me".
Relatives/family life: Unnamed parents, Vesper Vrockwing - younger sister (aka The viper) Drac was born to the prestigious House of Vrockwing He was the firstborn son to two tiefling archmages. His younger sister was always stronger than him and she knew it. She never let Drac forget it either, whether it was yanking his tail, or using her warlock powers to ignite his papers, Drac was always being tormented by Vesper, earning her the alias The Viper.
His whole body is covered in scars from being forced to practice fight with his sister by his parents, Drac being a pacifist could never bring himself to hurt her.
After being exiled from The New Arcane Brotherhood Academy, Drac was disowned by his family being labeled as a disgrace and embarrassment to the family name.
Description: Drac is an overweight tiefling with a rather timid demeanor. He has a long spiked tail with an arrow at it's tip. His horns were broken in an accident in his youth. He also has a large scar on the right side of his face in addition to the many that cover his whole body. Drac usually wears full robes or armor to cover his scars. Interestingly, his eyes are completely hetrochromatic (odd-eyed) his right eye is pale gold and his left eye is crimson red. Perhaps the only thing he likes more than tinkering with machines is eating. He has a strong aversion to anything alcoholic instead preferring warm goat's milk with his meals.
He may not be the best looking or charismatic, but he has heart of gold and is fiercely loyal to those who he considers his friends. He will fiercely defend his allies with steadfast resolve.
Background/Biography: Picked on since youth, Drac is incapable of and arcane spells that don't result in uncontrolled explosions.
He was exiled from the New Arcane Brotherhood Academy in his hometown of Luskan after accidentally blowing up an entire wing of the academy injuring himself and several others in the process. He has never used arcane powers since.
Constant shunning, teasing, and name calling drove him to become a bit of a recluse more fascinated by gadgets, gears, and other mechanical things than the outside world. After a chance encounter, he acquired a small workshop in Protector's Enclave.
He turned to adventuring as a way to fund his workshop and discover other gadgets and artifacts along the way.
His power has since grown and with the help of his best friend Makos, Drac has learned to channel his infernal abilities into his blade. He uses his infernal powers to protect others who need it.
Personality: Drac is good hearted and would do anything for his friends perhaps even at the cost of his own life. He is shy and dislikes huge crowds.
Drac is very smart and can repair pretty much anything even without a manual or instruction. He is also fascinated by ruins and relics. He can find practical ways to use otherwise useless things and do things in unconventional ways.
He also loves to eat and will eat pretty much anything and everything. He finishes all his meals with his favorite drink, warm goat's milk.
Noteworthy Quotes: "Impossible is not a word in my vocabulary."
"You think dracoliches are bad? you haven't met The Viper..."
"Time to turn it up to eleven! [uses unstoppable]"
*The House of Vrockwing has no connection to the tiefling in the driftwood tavern of the core game. It came from my own imagination.
**The New Arcane Brotherhood Academy is a school of my own creation connected to The new Acrane Brotherhood mentioned in Icewind Dale.
*** pronounced Dracon-yuhn
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<div align="center"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/YH9QCXK.png" alt="" /></div></img> ▂▃▄▅▆▇█▓▒░ Drac ░▒▓█▇▆▅▄▃▂ There is supposed to be an image here, but the hamsters took it. <div align="center">AKA Draconis of Luskan</div>
Take a backseat boy. Cause now I'm driving. ~ Give it up - Elizabeth Gilies ft. Ariana Grande
RIP Foundry: On that day, when the sky fell away, our world came to an end. ~Lifelight
Race: Human Gender: Male Class: Minstrel Bard Age: 21 years old Hairsyle & Color: Short, combed red hair Eyes: Green Skin Tone: Slightly tanned Height: 5' 11" Weight: 190 lbs.
Birthplace/Homeland: Waterdeep Relatives: Jacob Hawkins (father) and Clara Hawkins (mother), both work in Waterdeep's Sea Ward at the "Golden Harp Inn", Jacob as a bartender and Clara as a cook. Religion: Tymorian
Description: A tall, slim, red haired young man with bright green eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across his face.
Background/Biography:
"She took one look at me and cried, 'He, he, he, *HE*! What else could he be but a Jester!'"
You noticed what appeared to be a down on his luck Minstrel at the Driftwood Tavern. Curious you asked Madame Rosene about the young man.
She explained that he was Hubert Hawkins, a Scribe who used to travel with the Black Fox and his band of merry men. Hawkins chronicled their grand adventures in song and story and hoped to one day become a famous Bard.
That was until Hubert accidentally crossed a deadly assassin known as Giacomo, inturrupting and foiling an assassination attempt on a Waterdeep nobleman. Since then Hubert has been on the run from Giacomo, the self styled "King of Bards and Bard to Kings".
"Life could not better be, Better be, better be, It could not possibly, No sirrah, sir-rah, sirree!"
Fleeing Waterdeep Hubert wandered hither and yon until he arrived in Neverwinter and met Sergeant Knox, an old compatriot of the Black Fox. Rosene noted that Knox must see some potential in the bumbling young man since he has recruited Hawkins into the new Adventurer's Guild as a Minstrel.
"A jester unemployed is nobody's fool.”
After thinking a bit Rosene told you that Hubert is a good person, who always tries to help others and do the right thing in his own bumbling way. He is always optimistic, helpful and friendly, though a bit naive.
Hawkins has been adopted by a wardog, Shasha, who tries her best to keep the young Bard out of trouble as he wields his lute, shovel and lucky coin to inadvertently fight Evil across the Realms.
Perhaps this young Minstrel could help you with your adventures? After all, Tymora will often bless you with the result you need, not the one you want.
"I'm proud to recall that at no time at all and with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!" -- Hubert Hawkins
Theme Song: YouTube - The Court Jester 1955 The Maladjusted Jester [/HTML]
Name: Siobhan Galanodel Title: She has many. Depends on who you ask, usually. She's earned them all. Alias(es):
Race: wood elf
Gender: female
Class: Ranger/Hunter
Date of Birth/Age: 115
Hairsyle & Color: naturally blonde, always long. She currently keeps it slightly past shoulder length, and it's platinum silver now. Maybe she dyed it. Maybe she got her eyebrows done too. She spends her days covered in dirt and blood, and has seen and done horrible things, sometimes a girl just likes to look nice and feel pretty, ok?
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: as pale as my HAMSTER in December. Large tattoo on back, arm and thigh.
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 115 lbs. All muscle, I promise.
Birthplace/Homeland: Gray Vale
Relatives: the Galanodel family is large and well respected in the Gray Vale, most make their home in the family keep there called The Axewood. Siobhan's wanderlust, curiosity, and dissatisfaction with "staying put"(and doing what she was told in general) led her to leave home at a young age, and she hasn't been back or spoken to anyone in her family since. She doesn't hate her family, just feels like they are disappointed in her life choices (despite the incredible heroic things she has done...she's also been a part of some truly vile stuff. Necessity breeds moral ambiguity) and is embarrassed and doesn't know what would happen were she to return. She has faced dragons, demons, devils, and everything in between, but the only thing she can't face is her family.
Description: typical slim/slender Elven build, though fairly on the muscular/toned side considering her chosen lifestyle and profession. Conventionally very attractive, and not above playing that to her advantage. A loner since her youth, she often feels aloof in social situations, but is friendly to those who do not raise her ire (and Silvanus help anyone who does) These days she spends the majority of her time in between adventures in the Moonstone Mask, allowing herself the small comfort of wearing her fancy fashions that she has picked up in her travels - it's not sensible to wear that stuff out running in the mud getting demonic ichor and troll blood all over a pretty new dress that cost a hefty stack of Tarmalune tradebars - sitting alone drinking wine and fizzy brew, enjoying a good meal, listening to the bards play, watching the dancing girls(and tipping accordingly), and eavesdropping on potential gossip of interest and sorting out what is the blathering of drunken braggarts looking to impress the barmaids (as if their bs detectors aren't fine tuned from dealing with that drivel literally every day) and what might be something worth riding out to attend to, and maybe occasionally finding comfort and relief in the company of courtesans or fellow travelers of similar proclivities in an available room in the VIP Lounge
Background/Biography: Generally a good person, loyal to those she feels deserve it, but willing to do most anything to get to the desired end. Member of the Scattered Empire guild, and is always very happy to see a fellow member when she stops by the stronghold to drop off dues in the coffer, or out in the wild.
Name: Nathanel Title: Sir Alias(es): Nathan, Nate, The Bronze, The Tarnished, Scalechaser, Bronzescale, Unbroken, The Punished, Fatebane.
Race: Human Gender: Male Class: Knight Date of Birth/Age: 09/18/1993 (25) Hairsyle & Color: Long mid parted, Deep brown Eyes: Hazel-Green Skin Tone: Lightly tanned Height: 5' 11" Weight: 220 lbs.
Description: A somewhat stout-looking man, Nathan sports a beard and is usually seen wearing his signature knightly bronze armor and wielding his unique greatsword in one hand. A blue cloak drapes over his back emblazoned with the symbol of a gold dragon. He can sometimes be seen wearing a somber expression on his face, a sign that the man is deeply troubled by something.
Background/Biography: An Earth man formerly afflicted with the Curse of Despairity, Nathan was experimented on by those of his world in an attempt to extract the curse from him only to end up creating a monster from it which slaughtered its creators. His father sacrificing himself to save Nathan who would be later abducted by a race calling themselves the Nephelim who explained that his curse had no place on Earth and sought to take him to the distant world of Aldrazar where he would begin anew while sparing Earth the horrors of his curse.
On Aldrazar he would end up taking to swordsmithing eventually creating a business aptly named: The Skullforge where he would raise the necessary funds to eventually pay for his future adventuring career as the new world he stood on filled him with wanderlust. He would travel the globe doing various forms of mercenary work eventually gaining the nickname "The Bronze" due to the armor he would wear on his journeys. He would eventually catch the attention of the country of Gilderoy's king Goldenborn and allied monarch of what was known as The Golden Kingdoms. He ended up joining the Golden Kingdoms' standing army The Guardians where he would participate in several military campaigns against the enemies of the Golden Kingdoms rising through the ranks before eventually earning the right to be knighted and inducted into Goldenborn's Kingsguard: The BlueCloaks. it was during his Squiredom days he would meet Sir Ryland the Azure, a blue armored knight who wielded the legendary Moonlight Greatsword which is said to have been forged by the moon god Lumos using the very light of the moon itself. Together the two became inseparable brothers-in-arms fighting against the Kingdoms' enemies side by side.
During his knightly career he would end up meeting a Dragonborn woman named Annara AzureFang eventually falling in love and starting a family together where he would father many children. However unbeknownst to Nathan at the time Sir Ryland was also afflicted with the Curse of Despairity which ate away at the knight's will until he would eventually and tragically take his own life acting as the catalyst which would lead to Nathan's fall.
Ryland's suicide weighed heavy on his mind instilling a feeling of Survivor's Guilt in him and filling his heart with contempt for everything and everyone unfortunately causing Annara to grow distant from him.
He would continue to fight for the Kingdoms before he was captured and enslaved, the pain in his heart growing heavier each day until he could take it no longer and was consumed by the curse transforming into a Greater Lost. In his now consumed state he left carnage and destruction in his wake becoming an enemy of the Free Realms named The Shadow of Gilderoy. Many heroes would set out to defeat him only to all perish by his hand, his massacre across the realms inevitably taking Annara and his children which brought him out of his Lost state, his heart growing heavy with grief over what he had done.
The Free Realms would subject him to banishment from Aldrazar, wiping his memory as a final act of mercy before sending him drifting into the Astral Plane where he would drift into Realmspace and wake up in a crater on Toril with no memory of how he got there.
It was in the Forgotten Realms he would embark on a quest to regain his lost memories, traveling the lengths of Faerun in search of answers before he learned of the city of Neverwinter calling for aid in restoring it to its formal glory. Answering the call he would end up fighting side by side with many other adventurers and eventually face the infamous Valindra herself. It was in her defeat that The Weave tore open before he felt all his memories flow into his head and return to him allowing him to remember who he was but unfortunately reawakening the curse in him.
Now with his memories returned he once more struggled with the curse not wishing for it to consume him. It was during this time he would meet Pyra Redscale, a red Dragonborn woman who gave comfort to Nathan giving him a semblance of peace he hadn't felt in ages, the two eventually becoming intimate resulting in him fathering six Dragonborn hatchlings making him believe it to be a blessing from the gods. The curse unfortunately continued to eat away at him and disappeared not wishing to put his new family at risk.
A Flagellant Cleric named Brother Leonard would eventually find Nathan and bring him to the home of a Dwarven BattleMage Galen Ironskin, the two with the help of a highborn named Robin Jones and a mutated Drowess named Zaneya Do'loraxe delved into Nathan's very psyche and aided Nathan in drawing out his true strength effectively freeing him from the Curse of Despairity and turning him into what he would find out to be named Unbroken.
He returned to Pyra's dwelling to find her gone leaving both him and their children behind. Her disappearance filling his heart with sorrow for a time before gaining the strength to move forward deciding to create a place where wayward souls like himself can start anew.
He went on to purchase a stronghold naming it Zaneya Keep in honor of the Drowess who helped free him of the curse and now works to help others find a new beginning just has he did when he came to Toril.
And through it all he will never forget those who helped him get this far.
Notes: This toon is a self-insert however as you can see the last thing I would want is to make them into a Monty Sue. Another thing to mention is that his aesthetic is meant to be historically accurate meaning he's supposed to look the least bombastic compared to what I've seen in this game. I also feel the need to mention the fact I'm a Grognard so this toon as well as all my other alts are based off of the 1.5e ruleset. Also I feel talking about certain details in his backstory should be left to individual questions because some of it requires quite a bit of explaining.
Comments
Full Name: Vanaya "Ellarian" Blythe
Nicknames: Vana
Level: 60
Class: Devoted Cleric
Race: Half Elf
Gender: Female
Current Age: 45 (Looks about mid 20s)
Hair: Red, tied into a ponytail with sideswept bangs.
Skin: Pale, but tanned, more closely related to humans than elven, though there is a slight blue tinge to the skin on the tips of her ears indicating a moon elven heritage.
Eyes: Teal, a combination of blue and green.
Height: 5'4
Weight: 145
Appearance: Vanaya has a medium build, and has a large frame. She's rarely, if ever, caught without her mail armor, preferring to wear it over anything else in the city. Her preferred colors are greys, dark blues, and blacks. Aside from the light blue tinge of skin on her ears, she has no distinguishing marks, scars or features.
Fashion of Choice: She has a variety of outfits to choose from, she favors her gilded moonstone regalia the most though. It is a dark blue with black and silver.
Armor of Choice: Chain mail, with either Fabled Illyabruen set or Dragonic set favored.
Weapons of Choice: Holy Symbol of Kelemvor
Biographical
Place of Residence: New Illyantos (On the island of Storm-Shore)
Place of Birth: The Dalelands
Relatives: None that she knows of on her Mother's side, on the elven side there's Renoro Ellarian and his son Saevel and daughter Mylaela.
Occupation: Doomguide, Cleric
Tradeskill: Leadership
Enemies: Necromancers, liches, undead, red wizards of Thay
Allies: Quite a few
Companions/Pets: A rust monster called Tahlsar, dusk unicorn called Edonil, and a few other pets. Her followers include a man at arms called Giles Parray and a swashbuckler called Celia Porte.
Special Abilities: (None Currently)
History/Biography: For metagaming reasons, I never post backgrounds.
Personality
Alignment: Neutral Good
Motivations: While she is very much devoted to Kelemvor, she is also dedicated to those she calls friends and family.
Disposition: Mild mannered, kind and caring, Vanaya doesn't like to start trouble. She can be naive though when it comes to some things, and may come off as dense to others.
Outlook: Undisclosed
Religion/Philosophy: Vanaya follows Kelemvor's dogma to the letter. She tries her best to keep those around her alive and well, destroying undead for being unnatural, and aiding the grieving.
Sexuality: Straight
Positive Personality Traits: Caring, Selfless
Negative Personality Traits: Naive, Introverted
Misc. Quirks: Prefers to eat when no one is around. When others are around, she eats as if she's afraid to, taking small bites and observing others carefully. She can, and will, drink hard ales and liquors, despite their negative effects. She's willing to try anything alcoholic at least once.
Interests
Likes: Food, sweets, singing, dancing, eating
Dislikes: Undead, slavers, nasty beasties and humanoids who seek to destroy Neverwinter.
Favorite Foods: Any. She's a hefty eater.
Favorite Drinks: Tea, ale, juice.
Favorite Colors: Blue, Green and Black
Hobbies: She loves to make sweet things. Anything from cookies to cakes, she loves making them. She also enjoys sewing.
I have many alts, I am a class and race rainbow.
Alias(es): Mark
Race: Half-Orc
Gender: Male
Class: Control Wizard
Date of Birth/Age: 1457 DR / 22 years
Hairsyle & Color: Low ponytail medium brown
Eyes: Red Irises
Skin Tone: Dark brown
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 176 lbs.
Birthplace/Homeland: Luruar
Relatives: Son of Grushkul, considers the Ferrns of Luruar to be his true family.
Description: Markul is slim for an Half-Orc, he holds himself tall when he isn't bent over a book. He wears fine cloths which sometimes get dirty from his ventures.
Background/Biography: Markul was born in an Orc tribe, but he was very scrawny for an Orc so he was often picked on and has a few scars from being beaten in his youth. When he was about twelve Markul left his tribe tired of that way of life. He came upon a kindly family near Luruar who took him in and he began learning the arcane arts. Now he continues his studies under Master Evantor, an eccentric Elf wizard who lives near Neverwinter.
Personality: Markul is quite kind and gentle due to the kindess shown by his foster family compared to the brutality of his tribe. He is also very well spoken. He is often absorbed in his books and seems somewhat anti-social for it. If he sees someone being picked on he will most likely come to their aid immediately.
Title: Currently "Bandit Slayer", also often use "of the Dragon Coast"
Race: Wood Elf
Gender: Female
Class: Hunter Ranger
Date of Birth/Age: Was born a while ago, probably
Hairsyle & Color: Long wavy black hair
Eyes: Blue eyes
Skin Tone: Pretty pale
Height: Probably close to 6"0
Weight: Moderate, as she's tall with a strong build
Other: She has a scar across her right eye from a particularly rough scrap with a pirate, and she's covered from head to toe in freckles.
Likes: Dogs, horses, women, money, ale, the ocean, seafood
Dislikes: Pirates, potatoes, wine, her grandmother
Family: Her grandmother is Maeve Feycharger, her mother is Lana Feycharger, her father is Ricken Ironvale and her sister is Kaya Ironvale. (She also has a dog named Frostfang and a horse named Windsong, both of which she considers to be family.)
Alignment: Chaotic good
Bio:
Despite her age, Thalia Ironvale has seen the world. As her parents are merchants, when she was a child her family moved around a lot, before finally settling along the Dragon Coast when she was an adolescent. Here is where she began to learn how to fight. She was trained in the capital of Nathlekh.
Now an adult and having grown sick of the never ending amount of pirates and her family's cold gaze, she's come to Neverwinter looking to gain wisdom, knowledge, and hopefully some better gear-- unfortunately, most of what she's done so far involves getting drunk at the local taverns and gazing at the drow woman working as a Courtesan at the Moonstone Mask. Dressed in peasants clothing and with little copper to her name, she's become nothing but another street urchin.
Secretive about her past and having adopted her family's cold demeanor, befriending Thalia is tough... and enjoying her company once you do is tougher. She's loyal to a fault if you can earn her trust, but rarely does she show compassion. Thalia would sooner trust a drow than a human, preferring elves over all other races.
Though she's beginning to work her way up the ladder and gain the trust of Seargant Knox, she's still got a lot of growing to do before she gets anywhere.
Note: Character is over 18. Mun is not. Fade to black is fine.
Race: Drow
Gendre: Male
Birthplace: Underdark
City: Menzoberranza
Class: Arcane Scholar (Wizard)
Allignment: Neutral evil
Deity: Vhaeraun
Age: 150
Allies/friends: House Bearne, Jarlaxle Baenre andBregan D'aerthe
Enemies:Well ofcourse his own House. Other Menzoberranze Houses.
Personality: He is cunning, obsessed to gain more power. He hates surface Elf's, but he doesn't show it if he doesn't want.
He study magic as much as it is possible, he read books, duel against other mages and enemies. He admires Gromph Baenre because he thinks he is the best Archmage he has ever seen. He also hopes that someday Elminster would teach him.
History: Drishdun was born into one of the strongest Houses in Menzoberranza. He isn't noble. So he doesen't use his last name. At very young age one of the Houses wizard noticed that Drishdun is naturally talented in arcane arts. Like most on Drow's in Menzoberanzza males who are or want to become wizards etc starts in te Sorcere. So did Drishdun at age of 25. He trained there about 50 years. He was one of the best students there. Many masters of the Sorcere were amazed about his talents but they also consider him as threat. One student from House Barrison Del'Armgo tried to kill him, because the power of the House Bearne was too strong. That student was too arrogant and sure of his skills. At one night in the academy he tried to ambush Drishdun. Drishdun all ready knew that House Barrison Del'Armgo had some plans against House Bearne. Drishdun was meditating in his own chamber when the student came. "Now you Drishdun will feel the wrath of my House". Drishdun just sat and said "well my friend Jarlaxle Baenre all ready gave me information about your pathetic try to kill me". "My chamber is protected by some great spells". The student went to panic because he couldn't move or do any spells. "So now you will feel the wrath of the greatest Drow House there is". Drishdun said some words and magical daggers appeared around the student. Tens of magical daggers penetrated the students body several time. The students bloody body was laying on ground when Jarlaxle just suddenly appeared next to Drishdun. "Damn you and your silent boots Jarlaxle". Jarlaxle just smiled very smirk smile and said "I'm talented on many things yound Drishdun, but ain't my information was vital for you"?. Drishdun just sighted and said "Yes like always and I'm great full to you and Bregan D'aerthe". "Here is your payment and keep me posted "cousin". Jarlaxle made very respectfully bow "Thank tou "cousin" and I will. Few seconds later he was gone. "Someday I will be so talented in arcane arts that even Jarlaxle can't surprise me".
Title(s): Draconian*** Of The House of Vrockwing (formerly)
Aliases: None
Race: Tiefling
Hair: Long, dark black matted
Eyes: hetrochromatic (odd-eyed), pale gold (right eye) and crimson red (left eye)
Skin: red
Height: 5'9"
Weight: ~ 285 lb
Age: early 30s
Class: Great Weapon Fighter (Sentinel/Warfiend)
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Attribute Scores: STR 18 (+7) CON 15 (+6) DEX:13 (+3) INT:10 (+2) WIS:8 (+2) CHA:12 (+2)
Birthplace: Luskan
Relatives/family life: Unnamed parents, Vesper Vrockwing - younger sister (aka The viper)
Drac was born to the prestigious House of Vrockwing He was the firstborn son to two tiefling archmages. His younger sister was always stronger than him and she knew it. She never let Drac forget it either, whether it was yanking his tail, or using her warlock powers to ignite his papers, Drac was always being tormented by Vesper, earning her the alias The Viper.
His whole body is covered in scars from being forced to practice fight with his sister by his parents, Drac being a pacifist could never bring himself to hurt her.
After being exiled from The New Arcane Brotherhood Academy, Drac was disowned by his family being labeled as a disgrace and embarrassment to the family name.
Description: Drac is an overweight tiefling with a rather timid demeanor. He has a long spiked tail with an arrow at it's tip. His horns were broken in an accident in his youth. He also has a large scar on the right side of his face in addition to the many that cover his whole body. Drac usually wears full robes or armor to cover his scars. Interestingly, his eyes are completely hetrochromatic (odd-eyed) his right eye is pale gold and his left eye is crimson red. Perhaps the only thing he likes more than tinkering with machines is eating. He has a strong aversion to anything alcoholic instead preferring warm goat's milk with his meals.
He may not be the best looking or charismatic, but he has heart of gold and is fiercely loyal to those who he considers his friends. He will fiercely defend his allies with steadfast resolve.
Background/Biography: Picked on since youth, Drac is incapable of and arcane spells that don't result in uncontrolled explosions.
He was exiled from the New Arcane Brotherhood Academy in his hometown of Luskan after accidentally blowing up an entire wing of the academy injuring himself and several others in the process. He has never used arcane powers since.
Constant shunning, teasing, and name calling drove him to become a bit of a recluse more fascinated by gadgets, gears, and other mechanical things than the outside world. After a chance encounter, he acquired a small workshop in Protector's Enclave.
He turned to adventuring as a way to fund his workshop and discover other gadgets and artifacts along the way.
His power has since grown and with the help of his best friend Makos, Drac has learned to channel his infernal abilities into his blade. He uses his infernal powers to protect others who need it.
Personality: Drac is good hearted and would do anything for his friends perhaps even at the cost of his own life. He is shy and dislikes huge crowds.
Drac is very smart and can repair pretty much anything even without a manual or instruction. He is also fascinated by ruins and relics. He can find practical ways to use otherwise useless things and do things in unconventional ways.
He also loves to eat and will eat pretty much anything and everything. He finishes all his meals with his favorite drink, warm goat's milk.
Noteworthy Quotes:
"Impossible is not a word in my vocabulary."
"You think dracoliches are bad? you haven't met The Viper..."
"Time to turn it up to eleven! [uses unstoppable]"
Notes: © This is a work of fiction please do not copy or redistribute without permission. ©
*The House of Vrockwing has no connection to the tiefling in the driftwood tavern of the core game. It came from my own imagination.
**The New Arcane Brotherhood Academy is a school of my own creation connected to The new Acrane Brotherhood mentioned in Icewind Dale.
*** pronounced Dracon-yuhn
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There is supposed to be an image here, but the hamsters took it.
<div align="center">AKA Draconis of Luskan</div>
Take a backseat boy. Cause now I'm driving. ~ Give it up - Elizabeth Gilies ft. Ariana Grande
RIP Foundry: On that day, when the sky fell away, our world came to an end. ~Lifelight
Name: Hubert Hawkins (@Lovejoy#9629)
Title: Scribe
Alias(es): -----
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Minstrel Bard
Age: 21 years old
Hairsyle & Color: Short, combed red hair
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: Slightly tanned
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 190 lbs.
Birthplace/Homeland: Waterdeep
Relatives: Jacob Hawkins (father) and Clara Hawkins (mother), both work in Waterdeep's Sea Ward at the "Golden Harp Inn", Jacob as a bartender and Clara as a cook.
Religion: Tymorian
Description: A tall, slim, red haired young man with bright green eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across his face.
Background/Biography:
"She took one look at me and cried, 'He, he, he, *HE*! What else could he be but a Jester!'"
You noticed what appeared to be a down on his luck Minstrel at the Driftwood Tavern. Curious you asked Madame Rosene about the young man.
She explained that he was Hubert Hawkins, a Scribe who used to travel with the Black Fox and his band of merry men. Hawkins chronicled their grand adventures in song and story and hoped to one day become a famous Bard.
That was until Hubert accidentally crossed a deadly assassin known as Giacomo, inturrupting and foiling an assassination attempt on a Waterdeep nobleman. Since then Hubert has been on the run from Giacomo, the self styled "King of Bards and Bard to Kings".
"Life could not better be, Better be, better be, It could not possibly, No sirrah, sir-rah, sirree!"
Fleeing Waterdeep Hubert wandered hither and yon until he arrived in Neverwinter and met Sergeant Knox, an old compatriot of the Black Fox. Rosene noted that Knox must see some potential in the bumbling young man since he has recruited Hawkins into the new Adventurer's Guild as a Minstrel.
"A jester unemployed is nobody's fool.”
After thinking a bit Rosene told you that Hubert is a good person, who always tries to help others and do the right thing in his own bumbling way. He is always optimistic, helpful and friendly, though a bit naive.
Hawkins has been adopted by a wardog, Shasha, who tries her best to keep the young Bard out of trouble as he wields his lute, shovel and lucky coin to inadvertently fight Evil across the Realms.
Perhaps this young Minstrel could help you with your adventures?
After all, Tymora will often bless you with the result you need, not the one you want.
"I'm proud to recall that at no time at all and with no other recourses but my own resources, with firm application and determination... I made a fool of myself!"
-- Hubert Hawkins
Theme Song: YouTube - The Court Jester 1955 The Maladjusted Jester
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Title: She has many. Depends on who you ask, usually. She's earned them all.
Alias(es):
Race: wood elf
Gender: female
Class: Ranger/Hunter
Date of Birth/Age: 115
Hairsyle & Color: naturally blonde, always long. She currently keeps it slightly past shoulder length, and it's platinum silver now.
Maybe she dyed it. Maybe she got her eyebrows done too. She spends her days covered in dirt and blood, and has seen and done horrible things,
sometimes a girl just likes to look nice and feel pretty, ok?
Eyes: Green
Skin Tone: as pale as my HAMSTER in December. Large tattoo on back, arm and thigh.
Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 115 lbs. All muscle, I promise.
Birthplace/Homeland: Gray Vale
Relatives: the Galanodel family is large and well respected in the Gray Vale, most make their home in the family keep there called The Axewood.
Siobhan's wanderlust, curiosity, and dissatisfaction with "staying put"(and doing what she was told in general) led her to leave home at a young age, and she hasn't been back or spoken to anyone in her family since. She doesn't hate her family, just feels like they are disappointed in her life choices (despite the incredible heroic things she has done...she's also been a part of some truly vile stuff. Necessity breeds moral ambiguity)
and is embarrassed and doesn't know what would happen were she to return. She has faced dragons, demons, devils, and everything in between, but
the only thing she can't face is her family.
Description: typical slim/slender Elven build, though fairly on the muscular/toned side considering her chosen lifestyle and profession. Conventionally
very attractive, and not above playing that to her advantage. A loner since her youth, she often feels aloof in social situations, but is friendly to
those who do not raise her ire (and Silvanus help anyone who does) These days she spends the majority of her time in between adventures in the Moonstone Mask, allowing
herself the small comfort of wearing her fancy fashions that she has picked up in her travels - it's not sensible to wear that stuff out running in the mud
getting demonic ichor and troll blood all over a pretty new dress that cost a hefty stack of Tarmalune tradebars - sitting
alone drinking wine and fizzy brew, enjoying a good meal, listening to the bards play, watching the dancing girls(and tipping accordingly), and eavesdropping on potential gossip of interest and sorting out what is the blathering of drunken braggarts looking to impress the barmaids (as if their bs detectors aren't fine tuned from dealing with that drivel literally every day) and what might be something worth riding out to attend to, and maybe occasionally finding comfort and relief in the company of courtesans or fellow travelers of similar proclivities in an available room in the VIP Lounge
Background/Biography: Generally a good person, loyal to those she feels deserve it, but willing to do most anything to get to the desired end. Member of the Scattered Empire guild, and is always very happy to see a fellow member when she stops by the stronghold to drop off dues in the coffer, or out in the wild.
Title: Sir
Alias(es): Nathan, Nate, The Bronze, The Tarnished, Scalechaser, Bronzescale, Unbroken, The Punished, Fatebane.
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Knight
Date of Birth/Age: 09/18/1993 (25)
Hairsyle & Color: Long mid parted, Deep brown
Eyes: Hazel-Green
Skin Tone: Lightly tanned
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 220 lbs.
Birthplace/Homeland: Modern Earth
Relatives:
-Draq Bronzescale (Son)
-Fira Bronzescale (Daughter)
-Beck Bronzescale (Son)
-Gram Bronzescale (Son)
-Mara Bronzescale (Daughter)
-Atrus Bronzescale (Son)
Description: A somewhat stout-looking man, Nathan sports a beard and is usually seen wearing his signature knightly bronze armor and wielding his unique greatsword in one hand. A blue cloak drapes over his back emblazoned with the symbol of a gold dragon. He can sometimes be seen wearing a somber expression on his face, a sign that the man is deeply troubled by something.
Background/Biography: An Earth man formerly afflicted with the Curse of Despairity, Nathan was experimented on by those of his world in an attempt to extract the curse from him only to end up creating a monster from it which slaughtered its creators. His father sacrificing himself to save Nathan who would be later abducted by a race calling themselves the Nephelim who explained that his curse had no place on Earth and sought to take him to the distant world of Aldrazar where he would begin anew while sparing Earth the horrors of his curse.
On Aldrazar he would end up taking to swordsmithing eventually creating a business aptly named: The Skullforge where he would raise the necessary funds to eventually pay for his future adventuring career as the new world he stood on filled him with wanderlust. He would travel the globe doing various forms of mercenary work eventually gaining the nickname "The Bronze" due to the armor he would wear on his journeys. He would eventually catch the attention of the country of Gilderoy's king Goldenborn and allied monarch of what was known as The Golden Kingdoms. He ended up joining the Golden Kingdoms' standing army The Guardians where he would participate in several military campaigns against the enemies of the Golden Kingdoms rising through the ranks before eventually earning the right to be knighted and inducted into Goldenborn's Kingsguard: The BlueCloaks. it was during his Squiredom days he would meet Sir Ryland the Azure, a blue armored knight who wielded the legendary Moonlight Greatsword which is said to have been forged by the moon god Lumos using the very light of the moon itself. Together the two became inseparable brothers-in-arms fighting against the Kingdoms' enemies side by side.
During his knightly career he would end up meeting a Dragonborn woman named Annara AzureFang eventually falling in love and starting a family together where he would father many children. However unbeknownst to Nathan at the time Sir Ryland was also afflicted with the Curse of Despairity which ate away at the knight's will until he would eventually and tragically take his own life acting as the catalyst which would lead to Nathan's fall.
Ryland's suicide weighed heavy on his mind instilling a feeling of Survivor's Guilt in him and filling his heart with contempt for everything and everyone unfortunately causing Annara to grow distant from him.
He would continue to fight for the Kingdoms before he was captured and enslaved, the pain in his heart growing heavier each day until he could take it no longer and was consumed by the curse transforming into a Greater Lost. In his now consumed state he left carnage and destruction in his wake becoming an enemy of the Free Realms named The Shadow of Gilderoy. Many heroes would set out to defeat him only to all perish by his hand, his massacre across the realms inevitably taking Annara and his children which brought him out of his Lost state, his heart growing heavy with grief over what he had done.
The Free Realms would subject him to banishment from Aldrazar, wiping his memory as a final act of mercy before sending him drifting into the Astral Plane where he would drift into Realmspace and wake up in a crater on Toril with no memory of how he got there.
It was in the Forgotten Realms he would embark on a quest to regain his lost memories, traveling the lengths of Faerun in search of answers before he learned of the city of Neverwinter calling for aid in restoring it to its formal glory. Answering the call he would end up fighting side by side with many other adventurers and eventually face the infamous Valindra herself. It was in her defeat that The Weave tore open before he felt all his memories flow into his head and return to him allowing him to remember who he was but unfortunately reawakening the curse in him.
Now with his memories returned he once more struggled with the curse not wishing for it to consume him. It was during this time he would meet Pyra Redscale, a red Dragonborn woman who gave comfort to Nathan giving him a semblance of peace he hadn't felt in ages, the two eventually becoming intimate resulting in him fathering six Dragonborn hatchlings making him believe it to be a blessing from the gods. The curse unfortunately continued to eat away at him and disappeared not wishing to put his new family at risk.
A Flagellant Cleric named Brother Leonard would eventually find Nathan and bring him to the home of a Dwarven BattleMage Galen Ironskin, the two with the help of a highborn named Robin Jones and a mutated Drowess named Zaneya Do'loraxe delved into Nathan's very psyche and aided Nathan in drawing out his true strength effectively freeing him from the Curse of Despairity and turning him into what he would find out to be named Unbroken.
He returned to Pyra's dwelling to find her gone leaving both him and their children behind. Her disappearance filling his heart with sorrow for a time before gaining the strength to move forward deciding to create a place where wayward souls like himself can start anew.
He went on to purchase a stronghold naming it Zaneya Keep in honor of the Drowess who helped free him of the curse and now works to help others find a new beginning just has he did when he came to Toril.
And through it all he will never forget those who helped him get this far.
Notes: This toon is a self-insert however as you can see the last thing I would want is to make them into a Monty Sue. Another thing to mention is that his aesthetic is meant to be historically accurate meaning he's supposed to look the least bombastic compared to what I've seen in this game. I also feel the need to mention the fact I'm a Grognard so this toon as well as all my other alts are based off of the 1.5e ruleset. Also I feel talking about certain details in his backstory should be left to individual questions because some of it requires quite a bit of explaining.