*BEFORE WE GO ANY FURTHER* I want to put this out there because I have been really trying to get back into the DnD world so I thought putting this out here on the forums might help and who knows maybe someone who actually reads this whole thing might think "Wow I would really love him to join our group as a player!" Again I'm just a player looking for a group to see if anyone want me to join their session with peace and love and rejoice may you all have a good day <3 <3 <3. Real name : Patrick Age : 22 Gender: Male Hobbies: Video games and fantasy reading! A little about me :
Hello! Currently I am a student at the University of Nevada working on
an entrepreneur bachelors degree while trying to have some fun with my
old friends on Xbox and PC. I played DnD back a couple years ago the 4ED
to be exact and really had a good time, it was basic really group up
kill some guys and end the night when we were done and got our loot and
exp and I wanted more then that. I wanted to be involved deep into my
character and learn the world around me but I never got the chance which
is why I'm here to show how much I really want to be part of a world Backstory: Race: Human Class: Fighter + Ranger Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Age:26 Height: 6ft.-1in. Weight: 195 lbs Skin: Tan Brown Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye Color: Pupil Black/ Iris Dark Brown Personality
Traits: Commanding, Cooperative, Quick thinker, Courageous, ill-will,
Mature, Very Responsive, Self- Centered, Willingness, Respectful,
Resentful. Strengths: Strong Willed, Extremely Talented with
Creating Items, Always finds a way out of sticky situations, Calm and
Collective, Handles Detective work flawlessly. Weaknesses: Thinks
too much with no action, Never Forgiving, Psychiatric Problems, Has
Self-Occurring Nightmares about Childhood, Fears a Specific Regressed. Meet
a man born into this world in a two story house in the middle of the
fields with one dirt pathway heading in both the left and right
direction. Green grassy fields spread as far as the eye can see with no
nearby towns within miles of their house, it was a peaceful and calm
world for the Patcher family. Ricks' Parents were hard working day time
employers who in Ricks eyes never were really there to tell him anything
other than a simple goodbye granted they still had the remaining hours
of the night which meant the world to Rick. His Father, Andrew Patcher
was known all around for his mastery in almost anything you can think of
that was made by hand. Give him the most complex design you can think
of and you'd be amazed as to how he can tear the whole thing apart and
place it back together with ease. His work relied on him to head out far
weather it be to any towns he knew towns in which he could always find
directions for he was always the first to go out of the house. Ricks
Mother, Penelope Patcher was also a very well know Nurse to all the sort
of nearby towns and just like her husband was a very handy woman. She
had a little shack a couple miles down the dirt road she called her
office and would await any citizens in need of health or if she felt
business was quiet at the office she'd head out in search of business
along the road and into the forests which surround the grassy fields.
Rick never really had any friends to play with and most of the time just
played with a little red ball he nicknamed after his own last name
"Patches" and just sat on the road playing with Patches until either his
father or his mother came back some days mother would come back first
which was ok because no matter what he knew father would come back. One
dark and cold night came to the Patcher family as they all cuddled up
next to each other in front of the fire, thankfully the fire was able to
warm up the whole house and they seemed happy together just sitting
there. Penelope had forgotten to bring some medical gear to the house as
she would need it in case any of them got a cold they wouldn't have to
keep running back and forth to get it. So Rick and Andrew being the two
men in the family played rock-paper-scissors to see who would go out and
get the supplies, Rick lost. Sad about his fathers' victory Rick took
Patches out with him and headed out to the shack to retrieve the
supplies. As Rick opened the door he saw an orange glow hovering over
the forest the front end of the house could clearly see it. He wanted to
turn around to let them know but in doing so found both his mother and
father looking back at Rick with two beautiful smiles before he left,
Rick could think of nothing else that moment and decided to not give
heed to them believing it must have been a parade that his father must
have been talking about, nothing more. Rick took to the road and ran off
to the shack with little haste just wondering what the next meal could
be for tonight, would he have more of that delicious noodles his mom
makes, or maybe some ice-cream! he just couldn't know. Finally at the
shack sets Patches down and hold the doorknob tightly when he hears a
sudden roar, it's long and stays there for awhile but then he realizes
something, something he really didn't want to happen but it was, the
roar was getting louder. He quickly turned around to see figures,
hundreds maybe? no thousands?! there were too many for Rick to count he
panics and heads into the shack holding the door tightly behind him
bracing for the worst to come. the sudden shake of the earth started
happening around him as he looked around the small four walls,
everything was either moving or falling off of the shelves it Rick bent
his knees all the way down put his hands over his head and closes his
eyes wanting this to stop already, it seemed like this nightmare would
never end, and it wasn't even close. The roar ends, it just stops
completely no sound, no movement, only his breath and the hanging light
on the ceiling remained. Believing it is safe to leave Rick discovers an
even more terrifying issue than what he had recently discovered, his
house was on fire. The roof was in flames and there was smoke leading
out of the house and what he thought could be millions of footsteps all
going in one direction over the dirt pathway and beyond. Rick in tears
crying and screaming ran as fast as his little legs could take him
straight back to the house wondering what had happened to his parents,
were they safe? did they make it in one piece? He finally reaches the
house with eyes spread wide open fearing the worst had come and he
couldn't take it. The door was blasted out as if someone tackled the
door in the fence in front of the house was torn apart....and there was
blood.. surrounding the whole frame where the door use to be. he crawled
quietly now screeching to his parents names. afraid of what he might
see pass through the frame....he enters. The living room was no longer
its wonderful colors of white and blue, there was no longer any
furniture in sight that was intact, and no longer were those beautiful
smiles that he had once say just 15 min ago standing before him. What he
saw was blood...nothing but blood covering every single inch of what
use to be the living room with broken pieces of furniture and shattered
glass on the floor, and a beast that bended over to his mother, the
father torn to pieces no parts of him were recognizable anymore as they
were scattered all around the place in little bits and pieces. Ricks
Mother eyes wide open still able to breath as the Beast took gripping
handloads of blood and organs from here swallowing it all into its mouth
the pure blood almost reaching Ricks feet. "R..R..un.." is all Penelope
could say before her end had finally come, Rick is no longer visible in
his own mind in fact, all he thinks is that he is in a nightmare and
that he is still in the shack covering his eyes and everything will be
back to the way they use to be and he'll be able to see there smiles
again! But no....it was real and all he could do was watch, forzen there
not really knowing what to do....what he could do at this point...he
was speechless to the core, the beast turns his attention toward Rick.
He notices everything about this creature, how he could stand up, how he
was very big and giant looking, Rick noticed it all almost as if he had
known everything about him from head to toe every single little detail
was covered in his eyes that day, something he knew he would never
forget. The creature walks towards him with little to no regard for the
shattered glass laying across the entire floor and hovers over Rick.
Rick does not move, he couldn't. With his giant crooked looking hands
grabs a hold of Ricks hair and raises him up all the way to the
creatures eye level. Rick and the beast connect eyes and notices that
they're human, those eyes....how could such a monster have eyes like
mine. Rick thinking it is the end all he does is close his eyes, he
knows the beast overpowers him in every way and with little to no
courage what choice does he have he must just accept the fate in which
the higher power has given him and await to see his parents again in the
afterlife. His feet touch the ground once more and Rick quickly opens
his eyes and looks to see the giant creature disappear into thin are as
if he wasn't real to begin with. But it doesn't matter, his parents were
just brutally murdered and all Rick can do right now is just sit there
and cry, because in his head that's all he is good for, just to cry. He
hears footsteps from the front porch and turns around to see a friend of
the family, a Hunter around the forests named Krietan Bash surrounds
Rick into his arms and takes him under his wing far away from what is
now nothing but remnants of the Patcher House. Rick with the help
of Krietan Learns what he can in school over the next few years. He
spent most of his days stuck in the library reading every single book he
can find about mechanical designs as well as Reads all about what they
library knows about Physics/Chemistry in that such. He also ( For his
Mothers Sake ) joins a cleric school on top of that for about 2 years to
learn the basic necessities of healing small wounds and such so he
could be dependable on himself if need be. When Rick finally turned 18
Krietan took him out of all school programs and told Rick if he wanted
to get revenge on the monster who killed your parents you gotta learn
how to fight, With no hesitation at all Rick completely agreed and left
school to learn the arts of survival. Another 6 years passed, Krietan
had told Rick everything he had known about anything, How to gather
supplies in the forest which fruits and plants were good and bad, he
taught him how to be a fighter Rick learned every fighting move in the
book because of Krietan and he did it flawlessly, maybe even faster than
when Krietan was taught all those moves. He was also taught the ways of
Stealth how to quietly approach someone and assassinate them if need be
he was no thief, only a killer. Over time there was Nothing more
Krietan could teach him finally Rick felt as if he was ready for
whatever the world could throw at him and so Rick had said his goodbye
to his long known friend and ran his own path but before he left Krietan
suprised him with a nice present, it was Patches!! he was deflated but
Rick never forgot about him and so he kept Patches and set off. Now Rick
Patcher A young adult at the age of 26 is now with a group of unique
individuals in a quest for peace not only for the others but for his own
personal reasons as well and hopes that one day he could meet eye to
eye with the unknown killer of his parents, and slay him once and for
all.
