Im looking for a fun group of people to play some D&D with 5e is what Im thinking right now but open to others. Ive been watching a lot of PennyArcade and Acquisitions Inc. videos and Im looking for a dynamic like that. Really want to find a group with a strong, well spoken, fun, experienced DM. Heres my current Idea for my character. Bio is really a rough draft, I dont want to put too much work into it in case I need to change it for the campaign I join. Character Picture: This picture encapsulates what im imagining pretty well. He's wearing chainmail though with handaxes at his waist and a Longbow on his back. Character Name & Age: Ivellios Hornraven, 35 Race: Half-Elf Character Culture & Class: Former Cavalry Sergeant, now wanderer/ Fighter Character Bio: Ivellios ' Elvish father died in battle with orcs while he was still in the womb. His mother raised him in her hometown far from his elvish heritage. Ivellios grew up at odds with all around him, not hated, or feared, just not fully accepted. He was too different, not ever fully feeling like he belonged anywhere. Once he was old enough he joined the military, hoping to find a place of his own, or at least a place to seek vengance on the orcs who took his father from him. He quickly rose up in ranks, able to do as he was told, unaffected by the harshness and lack of empathy in the military life. His goals were only to grow stronger, better himself, move forward. How he got there really didnt matter to him. He trained in all Martial and Simple weapons but came to love his bow. Ivellios found himself incredibly apt with the device and was shooting better than anyone around him before even completing simple training with it. He became a master, able to perform great feats with his Longbow, as well as being accomplished with all ranged weapons. However, about 2 years into his military service he went out on a mission with his platoon. He had seen battle before, but nothing close to what he saw on this day. The platoon was set upon by orcs, some riding wargs, all fierce and thirsting for blood. Ivellios was knocked off his horse almost immediately as the surprise attack hit the platoon. He was surrounded by screams and blood the likes of which he had never seen fighting humans, bandits, goblins and the like. And on this day, he was reminded of the death of his father, taken from him before he ever knew him. This was the day he had prepared for, had been searching for. But.....he failed. Ivellios' heart was filled with fear, he scrambled to his feet and he ran. He felt as though he couldnt control his body, it was running on its own, even as he felt a sting in the back he didnt stop. After running for what felt like days he finally realized he had escaped and stopped. When he sat he discovered the source of pain he had felt, an arrow had pierced his lower back close enough to the side that it had gone through just enough to see the very tip coming through the skin of his stomach when he lifted his armor. He took a deep breath and leaned back hard on the arrow pushing it through, grimacing and holding in a scream. He grasped the head and snapped it off, then reached back and pulled the arrow out of his back. He could tell the damage was not life threatening, he wrapped himself in a bandage and then collapsed on his knees, weeping silently, his face in his hands. After a few moments he pulled his hands away and in front of him, on the ground was the head of the arrow. He picked it up, looked at it for a moment, and slid it into a belt pouch. Slowly he then stood, wiped his face and started walking. He didnt feel as though he could go back, he had failed, he had killed those men, he knew it was his fault, but he couldn't give up now. He had more plans for his life. And so he has wandered ever since. Hiding what he has done from all he meets, and committing himself to becoming stronger, better. He has devoted his life to doing what he sees as right for whom he sees is right. He will never flee again, and has a sense of reverence for those who would stand and fight beside him.
