First drawing of Crowdsourced Durge, aka Daggerroot. It's been AWHILE since I last picked up a tablet in proper, but I think this is a decent drawing to start with (also thank you to @too-many-blorbos for helping me with posing)
Details below the cut:
In-game appearance
Crowd-decided details:
I am romancing Gale
This is a Resisting Dark Urge playthrough
They're a middle-aged, nonbinary, deep gnome Way of Shadows monk
On top of their Durge skills (Intimidation/Medicine), they're also proficient in Insight and Stealth
Chaotic Neutral-Good Alignment: Impulsive, acts in the interest of friends only, can be easily persuaded to do the right thing by said friends, but seldom ever the wrong thing. Doesn't care what friends get up to unless it negatively impacts other friends. Strong sense of wanting to rectify past mistakes, but refuses to be told the "correct" way to do so. Thinks stealing from/killing/spiting evil characters is justified because "they deserved it."
Flaws: Blunt/has no filter, contrary for the sake of being contrary, weirdly prejudiced against elves (due to repressed Ketheric spite)
Good Qualities: Loves animals, unfailingly loyal, good at bartering and haggling
Quirks: Takes a trophy from each memorable kill, incredibly horny, will try anything (potions, strange food, licking the spider, Loviatar's blessing) at least once
Memory Loss Side Effects: Thinks everyone else has the Urge but Durge is just bad at controlling it, doesn't know cannibalism isn't normal, doesn't know what sex is
STR 9/DEX 17/CON 12/INT 10/WIS 12/CHA 15
Imposed rule: Short rest after every fight, and long rest when out of short rests
Additional fun facts:
Their name is Daggerroot. They picked their name as they were combing the beach for supplies, recognized a single sprig of it, and the lore around it came to mind: "Known as 'the executioner's garnish', this herb flourishes in blood-fed soil and has flavoured countless final meals." For some reason, the description brought them amusement. Both "Dagger" and "Root" are acceptable nicknames, though most people tend towards the former.
They're the group medic. This is why they're in charge. Because they have such a good medical knowledge due to struck out Dark Urge memories, they've assumed "surgeon" was their profession before being tadpoled. And, I mean, they're not wrong...
There's something just not-quite-right about them, visually. They LOOK a lot like a deep gnome, and to someone who doesn't know deep gnomes well, they are one. But to deep gnomes, they have a very uncanny valley effect to them.
Their dream guardian is identical to them. This is going to do LEAGUES for their trust in this person, with a fair share of existential crises on top of it. "If you're not what's causing the urges...that means I am. I'll listen to whatever you say, because you're clearly my better half."
Monk class backstory:
They killed their foster family as a young child before Sceleritas found them. Because they were out of control then, and now had the eyes of everyone in the Bhaal temple on them, they adopted monastic tendencies (gifted kid + fear)
That deep-seated fear of loss of control still persists in current form Durge (based on the canon origin monologue: "Injured beyond repair, I know nothing besides this: I must resist the Dark Urge, lest is consume my mind.") and leads to sticking with Monk as their class at the start of BG3
Bonus points, they gained admiration from peers in the temple for killing people bare-handed
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Twilight leaned back as they crawled up to the end of the lane in front of the red light. When he glanced just ahead, he saw someone else already waiting, sitting on a motorcycle as well.
Twilight squinted at the bird insignia on the jacket. Wait, he knew that symbol.
“Wild, is that Sky?” he asked incredulously. He didn’t know Sky rode a motorcycle as well.
Wild jerked his head to see, and he finally stopped the bike directly beside the other person. The biker turned and looked at them, and they immediately recognized Sky’s face in his helmet.
“Sky!” Twilight greeted with a laugh. “You going to work too? We just went for a ride in the valley for a bit before heading in.”
Sky smiled warmly, nodding. Then he looked at Wild, and his expression shifted. His eyes sparkled with something that looked suspiciously like mischief. Wild stiffened, and he cranked the engine a little, making the motorcycle jolt forward a hair before settling. Sky’s smile pulled at one side, and he mirrored the maneuver. Wild’s brow furrowed in a challenge.
Twilight felt his blood freeze. “Wild—Sky—no, no don’t you dare—”
The light turned green, and Twilight’s world bucked. He launched forward to cling to Wild, yelling as both motorcycles blazed a trail on the empty road ahead.
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Warriors scrolled through the collection on the screen, humming pensively. Legend plopped an arm on his head, leaning over his shoulder to look at the screen.
The travel nurse scrunched his nose. “Are you shoe shopping?”
“There are three patients in the entire emergency department and none of them are mine,” Warriors said defensively. “Besides, I need some.”
Legend’s judgmental expression deepened into outright disgust. “Those are Danskos.”
“Yeah? And? Danskos are great.”
Legend trilled his lip, rolling his eyes and pulling away. “Yeah, right. Klogs are better.”
Warriors whirled in his chair, aghast. “What?”
“I said what I said.” Legend huffed. “Better cushioning and less painful for my knees. That means they’re better.”
“You’re just being impatient, you have to break in the Dansko shoes.” Warriors argued.
“You think I’ve got time for that nonsense?” Legend threw back, crossing his arms. “I don’t schedule time in my agenda to break in my shoes before using them at work.”
“Hi guys!”
Legend and Warriors turned to see Hyrule, who was walking over with an empty stretcher stripped of its linens.
“Hyrule! Which is better: Dansko or Klogs?” Legend asked, dragging their friend into the discussion.
Hyrule blinked. “Uh… what?”
Warriors sighed. “We were talking about what shoes we like best for work.”
Hyrule brightened. “Oh! Steel toed boots, definitely. And in black so they hide the blood stains.”
The nurses stared at the paramedic. Legend groaned.
Warriors sighed heavily. “Roolie, we need to take you shoe shopping sometime.”
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