I love the creativity of D&D and enjoy taking part in dynamic plots.
I couldn't resist putting my character Willows full Bio:
Coming from a family where so much was expected of me, I never felt like myself. I always wanted to see more, but I was kept hidden away in my house. I only had the forest and the animals to keep me company. My parents said that I was cursed and that if anyone ever saw me they would kill me out of fear or out of disgust. They were ashamed of me, being the first born I held the curse that haunted our family for generations and I was just a reminder of our families shameful past. My family used to be hunters, they hunted any and every kind of beast. At first they only killed for food or for protection, but eventually, the hunt became nothing more than a game. Whoever could kill the most dangerous or largest beast would be revered and praised. So it became every Hunter’s greatest goal in life to hunt out and kill whatever new monster they could find. After almost every big and dangerous monster was found in the forest and in the deserts, our people eventually went to the Arctic. They killed polar bears and penguins, seals and sea serpents, claiming that all of them were ferocious and deadly. But one animal eluded them, the great White Tiger was one animal they could not seem to find and murder. The natives of the arctic warned them, begged them not to harm the last white tiger. The natives knew that the white tiger was a calm and gentle beast that would only attack when threatened. The Hunters did not listen, however, their only goal was to be known as the best. Their greed for power and their lust for praise was their undoing. After generations had tried and failed to find and kill the White Tiger, one finally succeeded. They were named the leader of the tribe and a huge feast was thrown, however, their joy was short-lived. [Insert whatever nature God work with the lore of individual worlds] As the hunters we're celebrating over there dead prey, they were interrupted by a glowing figure. “Although your people's endeavors started out noble, you twisted hunting into an appalling, murderous act. You have gone too far, you have killed too many, you will pay for your crimes. You should have learned from the white tiger’s gentleness and power. From now on your firstborns shall all be cursed to live their lives as a white tiger, may you learn from them the lessons you ignored from this one.” And with that, she was gone. The hunters ignored her lecture and returned to their feast. No one thought of that woman again, until the next child was born. They were appalled when they saw their baby covered in hair. The black and white stripes covered their baby's body from head to toe. Sharp teeth lined its mouth and claws rested on the end of every finger and toe. Instead of a baby, they saw one of the monsters they hunted. The baby was immediately killed, and the chief declared that any firstborn was to be sacrificed, to sustain their races’ ‘purity’. And so it was, that is until my parents had me and they could not bear to kill their own child so instead they went and made a place for themselves in an obscure section of a Forest far from any Hunter Tribe. Now I am a reminder of everything they lost and everyone they left behind.