My Name: Tyler Discord: Tyler
S#2562 Age: 27 Sex/Pronouns: Male |
He/Him Orientation: Bisexual --- Availability: Mondays after 9PM CST,
Tuesdays any time before 10 PM CST, Fridays after 10PM CST, Saturdays 12PM to
5PM CST --- D&D Experience: I’ve played through a
lot of 3.5e when I was in junior high all through high school. I’ve played
through and completed the Curse of Strahd campaign here on Roll20 a few years
ago and I’m currently involved in Out of the Abyss with another group on Roll20. My Style: I very much enjoy
roleplay-heavy games with story and worldbuilding primarily with combat and
puzzles being secondary (though still important). I just really like getting
into character and seeing how they work in the world we are given. I do have an
interest in trying out a Chaotic Neutral or Neutral Evil character, but to be
clear I have no intention of murderhoboing or working against the group. My
Chaotic Neutral character is just a hedonist and my Neutral Evil character just
wants to accumulate power, and working with heroes can give him that chance. As
far as characters, I tend to love playing spellcasters and filling the role of Glass
Cannon, but I’m willing to try and diversify. Also, I’m afraid my language skills
are limited to English. What I’m Looking For: I’m looking to join a
group that doesn’t charge (I’m poor), that is LGBT friendly, preferably 20+ as
I’d rather RP with other adults, roleplay and story heavy, and a DM that allows
for all official D&D material (PHB, Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything, etc.).
I’m looking to join a game that will be exploring the Icewind Dale: Rime of the
Frostmaiden or the Tyranny of Dragons campaigns, though I’d also be open to
Tomb of Annihilation, Curse of Strahd (if no one minds that I’ve played through
it once before), other premade campaigns or homemade campaigns. Hobbies: I love to draw, and it’s
very likely that I’ll try to draw our characters and/or scenes from our game. POTENTIAL CHARACTERS Character Name: Turac
Bitterwind Race: Human
(Variant) Age: 16 – 21ish Sex: Male Class: Sorcerer
| Draconic (White Dragon) Alignment: Chaotic
Neutral Background: Charlatan Backstory: Turac has
lived in a family of criminals, thugs, and con artists and has become as such.
He enjoys a hedonistic lifestyle and has trouble resisting his vices. He is
proud of his heritage and fully believes the family story that an ancient
ancestor of theirs slew a White Dragon that cursed his bloodline, making his
lineage fall from heroes to criminals. What he doesn’t know is that this story
is a lie. But for now, he has been happy to serve as the family’s con-artist.
Unfortunately, the family was scattered after they crossed the High Captains of
Luskan. In a panic, they had to flee and Turac fled north, hoping the cold
mountains would keep his pursuers at bay. Family Secret: He isn’t
even related to the family that raised him. In truth, there was a White Dragon
that terrorized a village near the Icewind Dale and a warrior tried to kill it
and failed. His wife, now widowed and pregnant with his child, made a deal with
an entity in the hopes that she could kill it with magic. Instead, the magic
bound the dragon to her body, essentially turning her into a half-dragon. After
the merging, she gave birth to an egg that still held her developing child.
Before it hatched, a gang of thugs tried to ambush and kill her, but she flew
away to try and lead them away from her lair. Some stayed behind to raid it for
treasure and found the egg. They took it and fled into town, abandoning the
others. They planned to sell it, but the egg began to hatch, revealing the
newborn Turac. Character Name: Barathon
Liadon Race: High Elf Age: 141ish Sex: Male Class: Wizard | Order
of the Scribes Alignment: Neutral
Evil Background: Sage Backstory: Nothing was particularly noteworthy about
Barathon Liadon before a year ago. He was the son of an arcane practitioner and
her city guard husband in Waterdeep. They wanted their son to attend Eltorchul
Academy to study magic, and he obliged. He was a decent student. Ambitious to
expand his and others' knowledge of magic. As such, he was frequently studying
tomes and performing experiments. One evening, he received a char and dirt
covered crystal that seemed...strange, to say the least. Privately, he cleaned
off the gemstone and prepared to examine it closer. Whatever he saw in the
crystal was so horrifying and beautiful that it broke his mind, and in an
attempt to feel what he saw, he carved out his left eye and shoved the crystal
into the socket. The following morning, he was found in the infirmary, messily
sewing his left eyelids closed along with lacerations around the eye socket.
His whole demeanor had changed; from quiet and mild, he was now whimsical and
erratic. He stopped using his last name, insisting he only be called Barathon.
He was no longer content with the curriculum he studied at the academy, nor
their scheduling. He was often spotted in the libraries at odd hours,
practicing magic outside of designated zones. His behavior became disruptive
and, to some, disturbing. Before they could expel him, Barathon fled the
academy in the dead of night. What
Happened? They knew he was
behaving strangely, but they didn’t realize that he was literally not the elf
they knew. That night that he replaced his eye with the crystal, his blood
allowed for magic to surge into his body, burning up his soul into nothing and
letting this new energy act as its replacement. This crystal was a shard of the
original Weave created by the Goddess Mystryl, but until this point had no will
or sense of memory. Now, it has access to Barathon’s memories and knowledge and
has warped what used to be his ambitions to extreme heights. Rather than
climbing the shoulders of giants to expand knowledge of magic, he would attempt
to trample the Gods to break the rules of magic and bend reality to his will.
This magical force inside him does not grant him extra power in any way, but
using Detect Magic around him will reveal a reddish-pink aura emanating from
his left eye socket and True Seeing will reveal the same thing, though with his
body grayed out. If someone were to use Dispel Magic, Antimagic Field, or similar
spells on him on him will stun him. High levels of such spells or prolonged
exposure runs the chance of eradicating the magic force within him and
rendering him comatose, still without a soul. A benefit of this force inside
him—if allowed—is when he travels into a dead magic zone, he can still cast
arcane magic as he is not connected to the Weave, but a fragment of it. Character Name: Krusk Webcap Race: Half-Orc Age: 17ish Sex: Male Class: Druid | Circle
of Spores Alignment: Neutral Good Background: Hermit Backstory: Krusk was born and abandoned in the Vast Swamp
by his Orc barbarian mother. He was left because, as a Half-Orc, he was scrawnier
and considered too weak to be part of the tribe. Though left for the wildlife,
an elf druid woman came across the crying newborn and took him to an abandoned
mausoleum that she and other druids had chosen to make shelter. They were outcasts
from society and other druid circles because of their fascination with fungi
and their position of life through death and decay. Krusk grew up with the Circle
as they began to use the mausoleum more like a sanctuary and building stilted
huts in the muck of the swamp. He was happy with them, learning to appreciate
and cultivate fungi, and learned to love the wildlife that they interacted with
every day. He was always shy, though, always keeping quiet when adults were
talking, when Lizardfolk came by to trade or make deals with the druids, or
when the occasional adventurer came through. He only ever seemed to be less shy
around the animals, the plants and fungi, and even a few Myconids they druids
made contact with as they dug deeper through the bottom of the mausoleum. When
he started reaching adult age, the elf that first took him into the Circle suggested
he see the world, as he was still a young man that had a great deal of
potential both within and without the Circle. He was scared, but also felt a
strong need to do as she said. He liked making his superiors happy, after all,
and perhaps venturing out and learning more would do just that. Significant
Moment:
When Krusk was around
eight years old, he longed for a pet. Someone he didn’t have to be shy around
and could take care of; unfortunately, it was at this time that a somewhat
intimidating Halfling druid came to him. He told Krusk of a ritual that
required him to gather several venomous insects and a jar. Eager to please
another elder in the Circle, Krusk went to work, collecting spiders,
centipedes, and scorpions. Once he had them in different boxes, he convinced
another elder to let him borrow a clear glass jar. He finally brought them all
to the Halfling who then instructed Krusk to put all of the bugs in the jar. He
was hesitant at first, knowing that these creatures were likely to kill each
other, but he still did it when urged on. Just as he feared, the bugs began to
fight within the jar and he watched in horror as they killed each other.
Eventually, all that stood was a gravely wounded centipede. The Halfling
proceeded to tell Krusk that the world is like the jar, trapping people
together and only the strongest survive. The elder went on to instruct Krusk to
kill the centipede and extract its venom, as it would be a potent ingredient
for a spell he was working on. Once the Halfling left, Krusk began to cry, watching
the centipede weakly cling to life while he pleaded with the spirits of nature
to save the creature he had doomed. He was observed by the elf elder who
happened upon him just as he tapped into nature’s magic and miraculously cast
Healing Word upon the bug. Its wounds healed and its vitality returned. Krusk
was still sad that he couldn’t save the rest of the bugs, but it seemed his
actions were rewarded as the centipede seemed to be non-hostile towards him and
allowed itself to be kept as his pet. Sometime later, Krusk came to his room to
find the centipede killed, the Halfling elder standing there with a scowl on
his face, angry at him for taking so long to get the venom. Shortly after, the
elf elder walked in to see what was happening and angrily banished the halfling
from the Circle. Krusk then had to sadly bury his centipede friend just outside
his hut. He’s still sad about his brief pet, but was surprised when he found a mushroom
growing on the spot he buried it. That mushroom has since grown larger and had
several other sprout around it.