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Lady Helena Eberhardt

Monk

BG: Investigator

Race: Human (feat: Keen mind)

(choose painter supplies on first lvl as monk)

You were born in a very rich family, yet no title or noble status. But with that amount of money came expectations. They wanted you to dress nice. To be a sweet obediant and silent girl in a pretty dress to marry someone noble, someone with a title. To marry up. They saw you as their little princess. They adored you. And you sleek body, and cute little smile. Such a sweet little princess. You were good and kind and followed the rules.

But as you grew up, you didnt feel yourself. You hated the polished facade they made you. The dresses, the balls, the innocent smile, and acting stupid naive and silent. You never wanted that life. All you wanted was to be free. To make your own desitions. Make your own path in life. And get out of this toxic invoirment. Because as you grew and liked pants more than dresses. To speak more than stay silent. Your family loved their little princess so much. That when she started to rebel, your dad began to drink. It consumed him, to see his vision of a better life for you vanish, just because you apprisiated simple things in life. Most days you stayed in your room, painting to free your mind, will your body was trapped in this house. One day it became to much for your dad. He came home yelling screaming at you to find and accept a noble man, and fall into line. When you refused he screams at you to get out of his house. That if you dont want to be a polite nice girl, that have gotten everything she could ask for. Then you could get nothing at all. Not the Name. Not the money. So you had to leave before that image people saw, consumed you and replaced you. Before your reflection became your identety

The very next morning you packed your bags and left. You joined a monestery, on the outskirts of town, up in the mountain. It was the city watch headquaters, and temple for the god of law and order. And your sanctuary. You joined their ranks and they promised to keep your dad out. To keep your last name a secret. For it no longer held any meaning. What mattered was your rank, your brothers-in-arm and your law. For the first time you felt free. Your childhood had been filled with rules and strict disciplin. So it felt like home. You love the heriacy. You feel like it is actually you, and your abilitys that get you your advantages and not your name, status, money or birthright.

You work twich as hard as any other and becomes a great Investigator for the temple. In you free time to ground yourself you drawed, and when they one day discovers your notebooks, you become a sketchartist for them. You dont keep a journal like the others, you have a picture perfect memory and sketch everything down. But as time runs by. You start again to feel trapped. Within the stonewalls of the temple. Within the stone walls of the city and your curiosity takes the better of you. You have already memorised every soul in this city, every ally, and every shop or house or back ally broker. You know everything about this city, have drawn everything of interrest. So when some adventures come to town to hand in a bad guy. You ask if you can come with them.

Her head screwed on right. Her body diciplined to perfection. Not alot of people skills, but you can still learn that, right?

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This is a modification of one of my previous played characters. I played her in Pathfinder and made her Magus. Adapting her to 5e has proved to be a bit of a challenge. This is my best try to make a frontline wizard. Could potentialy be a artificer if you so want. Which really makes her the mix of her parents.

Constance

Cleric/Wizard - 1 lvl forge cleric - rest wizard (abjuration or war mage)

BG: Acolyte, Cloistered scholar or Sage

Keywords- Daddy issues, Anger manegment problems, and a intelligent brain to function.

Your early childhood might look good for an outsider. Your family were quit wellfy. Your dad an archmage and your mom a more simple women. Good with her hands. Smithing. Mostly making jewlery, but also beautifull weapons. Your dad was never home and when he finially was, he was always in his study doing god knows what 'importent' things. But primarilly he is out on assignments. You quickly found out that you must fight to get his attention. You try mostly everything. Which leads to you acting reckless and having issues with emotionel-control.

It gets worse as you grow up, your dad getting more work and is more stressed than ever. You just trying to think of your early childhood, with him loving you. He is a work-a-holic, and when he goes on until the middle of the night. Trying to stop his overintelligent brain by drinking. He starts argueing with mom, but only after you suppose to be asleep. One night it all becomes to much for you. Your endless sceams to get a glims of his time and affection. So you go down to confront him, to just say it honestly, that you miss him and need him in your live. You start argueing, and with non of you being good at these kind of things, it esculates, quit fast might I add. With emotions running high, he hits you. You black out.

After that you wakes up in the hospital. Your mom is there. But not your dad. You still love him, adore him. He is your hero. Your mom starts to speak. She says, that you must learn to function with other people. So instead of helping, she just ships you of to her temple, after a long speech about religion helps putting people on a better path.

This only thoughers you constant need of aproval. As you grow up your learn methods to try to control all you rageing emotions. To chanel them into your work. But mostly you read. Read every book in their libriary. History was your bedtimestory, Arcane books before breakfast, and a quick one on religion around noon. You must have inherited more than just your emotionel issues from your dad.

As much as you try to fit in, you just can't. Your heart is with the books not the craft. You know more than most, because between the books nobody would judge you. They cant walk away and leave you. And somehow you feel closer to your dad. Even though this is where your parents left you, you always fells like you dont quit fit in between these pumb religious fanatics. So you leave and join a wizard school. To follow in your fathers footsteps. Maybe this just might get his approval. That might even let you go home. Might let you join his work, help him out. But it never seems enough. No matter how hard you try. No matter how much knowledge you gain, or your rank in the wizard school. It just never seems enough.

After some years when you figure out that you never be enough by staying. You leave. He might stop you if you go into danger. So you join the closet war just to do something, and for the first time make your own desitions that is not guided by others approval. Trying to gain your own independence.

You learn that you dad is working for a real bad organisation. So you take a leave from the war, and sneak home and into his office while nobodys home. Here you find hidden papers from the queen. Is he a bad guy? Maybe he is a spy for the queen? Would that make up for all the evil stuff he did within the organisation? Should you turn your own dad in? You have so many questions. But you know asking won't give you the answers. You love him, flaws and all. But how can you keep living like this constantly trying to get his approval. When he has no time to spare for you. So you leave for good this time. Not to the war, no you leave fare away were his shadow can not influence all your desitions. You leave so fare away that people will not regonise you, to start over. And here an adventuring group picks you up. Because which group doesn't need a buff know it all.

At first glance you meet a women with her broad shoulders, huge frame, rough hands and heavy armor. So when she opens her mouth an sofisticated and well thought out words come out, anyone is shocked. You learn fast not to judge this book by its cover, because she ain't just one book she is the whole damn libirary. You need to know something she can help. Ask away. But everything has a price. Dont forget that, because one day she will ask for the favor back. An eye for an eye. She might not have any goals, or a clear heading in her life right know. But she damn sure about everything, haveing an opinion on every subject, and will shoot wholes though all your planes, really putting you in the hot seat. But then again, you are prepared for anything and everything that can go wrong then, so she is really just saving your ass in her own way. She will (even though she might never admite it) do anything for praise. For your thanks and acknowledgement of her skills and superior knowledge.

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This is actually the big brother to one of my characters im playing right now. Always saw him as a potential character. But more of a spellcaster my self. But here he is

Isaac

Fighter: Any fighter which is purely fighter with no magical or simulair powers. (Such as: Banneret, Battle Master, Cavelier, Champion or Samurai.)

BG: Soldier

Halforc: (Perhaps with a little mortifivations Goliath or Teifling)

(the picture is from here)

You grew up in a modest family, living just above the poverty line. Setting think french quarter of New Orleans. You have a big family. I mean really big. Your Mama owns a tavern a mix between a cosy tavern, a brothel and a place to sleep. So new people always came and went. No man ever stayed long enough for you to get to know him. So no father figure in your life.

Even though your siblings were only bound by your mother. You still shared blood. You were still all the family you ever needed to eachother. You had around 8 siblings. And a dusin more cousines. And as much as they loved you and tried to protect you. The world hated you. Even your mama hated to look at you sometimes. Reminding her of the rape, on the way to town, which lead to you. A half orc. All they ever saw was a stupid, brute, primal and vicsious being that would never amount to anything. It didnt matter how much you tried. You trained every day. To grow strong enough to protect your family. To protect yourself. And all they saw was brutallity. So you tried to join the city watch. To gain respect. So people would see you instead of you race. But no matter how much you trained. They always said no.

Your skin was not the only problem. You see, you actually start to like, like really like this boy in town. You think he might like you back. Not only do you have a bad reputation but it is also very frowned upon. He is scarred out of his mind, and one day some guys catch you together. So he starts hitting you and screaming and clawing at you, calling you a buglair, a filthybag and a creep. To save his own ass, and own reputation and his family honor. The group of guys come to his 'rescue'. Hitting you, jumped you and beat you half to death. You knew you couldnt stay. So you signed up for the army. Maybe when you had a title, you could come back and they might finially see more than your exteriar and their own hatefull judgement.

You joined the army. You trained harder than anyone. You became stronger and more endurent than any of your comrades, yet they couldnt really promote you, because of who you were. Because of your blood and the color of your skin. But when you for the second time were the only survivour of the battlefield, yet secided in killing the target, or kidnapping the prince as instructed. They couldnt denay you.

Twice now they were forsed to promote you, yet they thought you as bad luck and wanted to get ride of you. They couldnt really kill you, since you done nothing wrong. So they simply put you on the front lines, on all the really deadly and deficalt missions. Until you quite.

You wasnt ready to go back home. You got a feeling that somehow your mission wasnt quite done. Like you had a purpose yet to forefill. A goal you had not attived. So you travelled city to city taking low pay jobs to get rid of local problems. Until you find them. A group of adventures. You help them out with a job and ask if you can tag along. The rest is history.

If you ever meet him. Do not fright at his rough looks. He might have a large and frightening exteriar. But really he just want to be respected like any other man. He might not be the smartest, but that because he never got the chance to sit down and read, because people always bullied him and harassed him. He got a good heart in there, so if you just show him decensy and respect, then he will show you the same. But dont for a second think, that if you go against him, you will live to tell the tale. At that point he is ruthless. He has learned that the hard way, because else they will just be back or harasse others.

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This guy im actually playing in one of my campaigns. The bruding bad guy attitude. Truely just alone and misunderstood. I twerk a bit on his story for this post, not to make it to complicated.

Douglas Blackwater

Sorcerer: Shadow origin

BG: Criminal, Urchin

(picture form here: https://pin.it/1kefnaf)

Grew up on an ophange. His family rejected him. Calling him a monster, devil spawn and wicked. Seeing a darkness within his eyes, within his soul.

Grewing up on the ophanage with this wickedness, everyone rejected you, never talked with you and stayed away. And somehow all you did, always ended up backfiring. You never got adopted, so eventually you gave up. You started sneaking out at night. And here you meet him. This guy in a dark robe that accepts you, that woreships your darkness. And first time you feel loved, you follow him around and let him show you way of the underground. You stopped trying to be anything else than what people saw you as, and you became really good at all the criminal and bad stuff. You gave in to the darkness in your soul and discovered a powersource more wild and bigger than you ever imagined.

You not only start to enjoy yourself but start to become one with the darkness, not just the one within your soul but also the one in the world all around you.

Then one fateful night, the guy that accepted you and taught you everything you know, says that he has a special task for you, that you finially are ready for this responsability. He then includes you in an abduction, torturing for ransom. Which not only is wrong, and way over anything you feel comfortable with. It is actually your bonkbed body from the orphanage. The guy that got adopted, that was not teasing you and that you somewhat saw as a brother. So when this is already rediculessly over the top situation start to slip an things go from bad to plain evil and bloody. You go out the door and leave. You cant go back. You cant see him in the eyes again, maybe he accepts you, but that does not make him the right guy or a good guy. Maybe you should try to be yourself but still good. Not give up morals and plans, just because the people around you expects that from you.

So you get lost in thoughts about what to do and who to trust. You walk all night. Completely lost, and when daylight breaks you find yourself infront of the police station. Once you look upon you get an epiphany. You see a way out. You know, you must leave town afterwards, that you cant ever get back, and properly will be on the run from now on, but hey, it will be the first good desition in years and as always, no good deed goes unpunished. You turn in the love off your life and end the toxic relationship before it kills the last part of your soul that has not already been corupted by the ever gloaming and growing darkness, that stalks your life.

And then you run. Run out of town, and just keep moving. You find yourself falling into old habits befriending the same crowds, only to realize how wrong you are, to rat them all out and keep running. Soon many cities are of limit and full of angry people by now. Thats when you start to hear it the whispers. The roomers. They call you a hero. The vigilanty that take down corupted and dark gangs. The one always on the move. Always searching for injustice to strike down upon. While others still call you a plain evil. A wickness so maleficent that it swallows even bad guys for not being wicked enough.

The first time you meet him, you wont notice him. He will be watching you from the shadows. But when he finially wants to make himself know to you. What hits you is a charming looking fellow. His crooket smile and maleficent glance in the eye, really makes you feel that bad boy aditude. So yeah his eyes look wicked, like two endless void-like pits that makes you fell like if stare into for to long, they will suck out your soul. But under that wicked facade is an misunderstood and judged guy, who just want to be accepted. All he wants is a fair chance to prove you all wrong. In his judge state he feels so alone. He has better morals than any of the bad guy that may acept his wicked. Yet a single good guy has yet to accepted him with flaws and all.

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So I'm a bit of a musical enthusiast, and always found Christine from 'Phantom of the Opera' to be an interesting character.

While many may say they would make her a bard, with her bewitching voice and beguiling apperence. I would use my creative liberty to actually make her a warlock. Completly devoted to the phatom, which I think in many ways could be fey.

Colleen Daaé

Warlock - Archfey

BG: Entertainer

You grew up with two entertainers as parents. Always traveling to the next city, the next festival. Your childhood unfolded on a stage, your whole world seem centered around it.

Tradigy struck when one of the festivals you attended was hit by a plague while you were young. Both your parents died, but by some miracle you survived. That night were they both sleeped in you had a strang dream. A voice sang in it. So captivating, so ethereal. It promised to protect you to guide you, if you just vowed to his best friend, to follow his lead. Captivated by the sheer perfection, you agree.

You are absolutly sure, he is your huardian angel that saved you from death itself. So you follow him. Pray to his image, when you are alone at night. Thanking him. But since your parents died, you are now a orphan. You roam the streets of this big city. Even though you are small and fragile, you never feel lost or alone. Like he is always in the back of you mind. Always present observing.

You find your way to a opera near by. Your parents have preformed there a couple of times. And when they hear your voice they gladly took you in.

As you grow up, you didn't really pay that much attention to how your Guardian angel is any different from any other god or angel. You grow up a relativly normal live. With a few dream conversations with him. He tought you how to sing. However when you start to grow to attached to your friends at the opera, he grow irritated at you. Saying that you a breaking your promise. That you cant be his best friend if you keep putting these people before him. He makes you move. He isolates you from other people, by making you leave before anyone really get to know you. To keep you safe. But as you grow older, you realise it was a rouse for him to have you all to him self, so he could manipulate you. To form you in his image.

While in this isolated manipulated state, to feel any remnense of control and power you started to adventure. To take down monsters, and bewitch evil men to do your angels work for you. To take back some control and power when you really have non in your own life.

You meet an adventuring group, that want you with them. You are so isolated, so lonesome. That you presure your angel. You tell him that if you are not allowed to travel with them that you will end up insane anf properly kill yourself. You promise that with them you will grow your abilitys, get stronger for him. So, you can be a better friend, a better follower. That he is still above them. And that you love him. His ethereal voice. His wise consuel. His sweet protectivness. He allows you to go. And as you travel with them and travel further from the forrest that was near your home, his presence shrinks until you only feel his presense within your dreams. But the bond is never broken, and you know you have to keep your promise to him. That once done with this group, with this quest, you have to go back to him and stay by his side til your last breath. Somehow you always look forward to it. To be his. To know that you are loved in a twisted way, and that you are his.

If you ever meet her beware. Her bewitching looks and almost ethereal voice might lure you in. Her innocent eyes. But if you look closely, you'll see a wisdom hide in them, and if you are not alert she might wrap you around her little finger and have you do her bitting. But if you can resist her charm long enough to get to know her, underneath her fare fascade and her tricks. Is the most gentle of souls. Completly devoted to her 'angel of music' an somewhat brainwashed, that will apear in many of her not logical knowledge of the world. But she is a great friend, brave, loyal, devoted and determented to reach her goals. Any meance nesesarry, she will gladly use her silver tongue to your aid.

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Sorry that is has been a week. Just changed workplace so there was a bit of an overlap and some extra hours this week. But now I'm back strong with another candidate. "The hopeless" noble girl, or is she?

Meredith Theodosia Belmont

Bard - College of Lore or College of Eloquence

BG: Noble, Courtier (or maybe perhaps Anthropologist)

(pic from https://www.pinterest.dk/pin/318981586112739994/)

You were born into a noble family with a famous last name. With a long line of generals, the men of your family always trained to be the best soldiers so they could rise in rank and continue the family tradition and thereby withholding the noble name and the title, prestige and property that came with it. Because of this you, your mom and any of your sisters were never able to work and earn any money, for noble women to work, it was frowned upon. We could preform, make art, gossip with each other or else be perfectly silence and obediant.

Things suddenly changed once your only brother fell ill, and died of a decease as a small child. Ever since that day your parents kept trying to get yet another boy, so that he could take over the “family business”. But with four sisters, things started to look dire. Since the insecurity with the future with no male heir, your dad hesitated to go to war, because how could he die without the promise of an heir. So, he were paid minimum wages to do a desk job within the military even though he had the rank and expertise for so much more, but those jobs came with insecuritys. So, until mom got pregnant again he was stuck with a low income. The family money running out and no way to even pay a dowry, so that we could marry into money, my family were really scruwed. Rumours started to spread. That maybe a curse was cast upon our family, and we had to do something fast because we didn’t have money to keep up appearances, food on the table, and pay taxes on the house. First one of my sisters were sent to join the church. But mom still didn’t get pregnant and money were really a problem, to the point where we were almost starving, they shipped me of to the closet castle, to be a lady of the court, to personally help the princess in any way she saw fit. Basically, I became a maid for the princess.  

So even through my family name is well known throughout history, and I have a great renown, it means nothing for us “low nobles” as long as there are no money and no prospects, because we lack of a male heir, low nobles were no better than poor merchants who couldnt make days meet.

I moved to the castle when I was so small, I almost do not remember my sisters faces. I had to focus my whole life, to keep up appearances, to not shame my family name. Yet I was curious. I followed my princess everywhere, like I was her obedient shadow, whom did everything that she commanded. Because of this I mostly lived in the castle. My whole live trapped behind big stone walls. All I saw of the world was the people whom came to the castle. I silently observed everything they did, I learned and in the little free time I had I studied people, culture, history, customs and religion of they were from. So if we one day would visit I could help my princess. I spent most of my life studing places I never thought I would see. But when my princess came of marriage age. We travelled from one castle to the next to meet the princes and nobles of the realms. I followed along on her quest to find her Romeo and with that I got to see glipses of the world as we passed it by on the way to the next castle.

My whole life was devoted to her. I never thought off anything else. Never dreamed of something bigger, because I could not change my position. I was stuck here so why bother wish for the impossible. I never thought about love. But one day a prince meet us, he was a younger prince and somewhere along the sixth in line for the throne, so basically he could have any girl he wanted, his family wouldn’t care. He was beautiful, and strong, and brave. Yet he was spoiled, he was so use to get what ever he wanted. So, when he meet me, and saw how pretty I was. That I was noble born, and not attracted to him. Not falling head over heels for him, he saw it as a challenge. And he knew that he wanted me, more than anything. I knew I was supposed to like him. To like the prospects of a happy live with him. Yet, all I felt was that marriage would be a trap. That I didn’t want him. I didn’t want to be married to a noble guy who knew nothing about work. So I kept turning him down, until he tried so hard one night, because he was so in love. He got me drunk at a ball, and escorted me for a stroll in the royal garden, to clear my head. On this stroll, we sat down on a bench deep within the maze. So, I could catch my breath, and clear my head away from the loud ballroom. He started kissing me, laying my body down on the bench, with his own body hovering just above my own. I liked it. I did not expect to like it. I had not let myself feel anything for him, or even think like that because I always put everyone and everything before myself. But here, where the starlight made his eyes sparkle, his hair falling down into my face. His sweet smell cover me and filling all of my senses. I can’t say that I didn’t love it. Because I really loved to feel his body heat throw my thin silk dress. The soft touch of his perfect lips. The smell of his perfume that lingered in the air all around him. I wanted him, so bad in that moment that I let go. I forgot all my responsibilities, to keep the honour of my family to stay loyal to my princess. I let the alcohol and the sweet music of the moment control the outcome of the rest of my life.

 I became his. His flirt. His mistress. Yet I felt somewhat wrong. To leave the princess and my duty to her. And things never stays perfect. I must be a cursed. Because we only got a few weeks to love one another. 2 weeks of happiness and freedom was all I had. Then the unimaginable happened two of his older brothers were killed by what looked like my princess’ soldiers. War broke out between our two countries. Resulting in my prince leaving me. He couldn’t bring me home with him. Not only was he now just 3rd in line. But with war came new alliances. Meaning he had to marry a princess of a country that could help his own country win. On the other hand, how could he trust me, I could be a spy from the princess, wanting to kill him, just like his brothers.

My princess couldn’t take me back either, because I could be a spy. So, I was left, with nothing. Yet the princess liked me, saw her as here best and only friend at court. She wanted to help me, so she made the rumours settle down. She wrote me off because she was to be married and therefor didn’t need me anymore. Making it look like I walked away and not cast out, like a beggar because of my own shortcomings.

Leaving him broke my heart, and I felt heartless. I saw everything through a thick layer of sorrow and heartack. Envious of lovers. Daydreaming about him. Heartbroken. But I made a choice. Even though all off this happened, I didn’t want to go home. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t want to bring shame and rumours to the family name. So, I started traveling. Started making my own choices for once. Not following orders, or etiquette for the first time. I followed my curiosity, and my wish to explorer and maybe even help finishing this war. With the faithing glimmer of a hope, that when it was over and the dust settled, that I might be able to go back to my prince. My love. My heart.

I refound my passion for writing everything I observed. For making epic tales. And I joined an adventure group so could write down their story, and help them.

When people first hear your name they might think of some high and mighty noble, whom never seen the poor life of the beggars. Yet, she has worked almost very single day of her live and proberly harder than most. So just because she owns a nice dress or two doesn't change that. She is maybe naïve and an oblivoius girl to somethings like how rogueguilds and the nightlife of streets work, yet she is a very curious down to earth kind of girl, whom love a good story around the bonfire. She is loyal to whom she sees as allies and is a thrustworthy girl.

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This is by far the concept I love to play the most. She is my little lovechild. I always saw her as an 'odd' race and have played her mostly as halfelf. But always considered ghostwise halflings, especially after the release of Tasha's. Where it allows you to change the stats gained from the race. I always dumb all her phisical stats and relay mostly on wisdom and the other mental stats, since she in combat always wildshape and adapt their physical trades.

Hazel 'little feather' Barfoot

Druid - Circle of the moon

BG: Far traveler, Outlander or Hermit

You were born a small and frail little girl, deep within the forest at this very primal tribe. The tribe believed in the natural order of the world and the natural balance must be uphold by any means necessary. The strongest survived and the rest were left behind, so they wouldn’t drag down the tribe with them.

You not only believed in these ideals you lived them to the full extend and quickly figured out that if you were ever to survive you needed to train harder than any other, so you could become strong enough. And you tried with all your might to live by these ideals. You tried so hard to become stronger. Your frail body just wasn’t built for it, hens your given name, little feather. Some small and frail like a simple feather. So, when you gave up on your body you knew that your mind had to be twice as strong. You seeked out all the knowledge you could. About nature, about the balance, about survival. You were accepted into the druidic order of the tribe. Warriors and healers. They taught you. But at some point, you realized that to gain more knowledge you needed to seek it elsewhere. Out in the big and glorious world around you. You left your tribe, your forest to see the mountains and rivers, the savanna and grass fields, the ice plains and the sandy desserts. To se all of natures beauty, not just your own forest, but It all.

After many years of travel and minimum contact with people you figured that it was high time to re-join civilisation. And here you found the strongest and bravest guy you had ever meet. You admire him and you sit with him at the tavern. When you start talking with him, praising him and explaining what you set out to do. He accepts you, and ever since that day you haven’t left his side. You travel with him and go on bold and dangerous adventures together. To become even stronger and better. So, you can use the power to protect your tribe and your forest against the never-ending wars and conflicts of the realm.

When you first look at her you are meet with a wild looking extremely small and properly the clumsiest of her kind. Yet, she is also the wisest and most clever small adventures the world might have ever seen. She is very determent on achieving your goals, a really live by your own code. She always put her god and nature itself above all else, even her own health, which might cause some problems down the road, but hey nature can’t really defend itself in an argument, there for someone have to, right.

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This one is for my sister. She simply loves this song and listens to it alot, and i found it mesmerizing with the violin and the lyrics. So i made a just as mesmerizing character and hope that you find him enchanting. 

Sorry if his bagguage is a little much. Sometimes characters have tragic backstories, and felt like he needed the depth. 

Alexy

Bard – College of glamour

BG: Charlatan  

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Growing up on the buzzing streets of the capital. They were your home, but also your playground. Never staying the same place for to long, always changing your name and your cloth. Somehow you always knew just what to say to make any girl fall for you. And sometimes you yourself believed that you loved them to. Your name should really be “Alexy - Breaker of hearts”. Because every time that you got to bored you disappeared. And left them with an empty wallet and broken heart. And mostly you didn’t care about them. Only cared about the next night, the next song, the next fairy tale waiting to happen. You grew up like this, charming girls, chasing them, stealing from them and leaving for the next, but somehow it always felt empty. So, you tried to fill that void with more people. And not just women, but men as well, you didn’t care about race or gender just that you could charm them just that you could have control.

Because somewhere deep down you had a childhood trauma. You didn’t feel strong enough to protect yourself. Or your mom. Your dad was a noble man back he was a horrible addict to drugs and sometimes, though they were few, he would come home and be so angry, so out of himself so high on drugs that he would abuse your pure mom. After he would force her to drink so much alcohol that she almost fainted, and when she awoke the next day, he would use that slippery tongue of his to convince her that she wanted it that she begged him and that he tried to hold her back until he couldn’t anymore. That he was only a man with simple urges, and that he couldn’t resist even though it was wrong because she was drunk. This bad circle repeated itself more than it should have. But since he was noble and she was nothing without their marriage she wouldn’t believe me, and when I became too much of a problem for my dad throw me out, so I wouldn’t deny him what was in every way his. And somehow my mom believed everything he said, every last word, because of love. She never saw his dark side, she let herself forget or oversee his flaws because of her love for him. Even I can’t deny that when he was in a good mood, he was the most wonderful captivating person whom could sell sand in Sahara if he so wanted. So, when you look at yourself at your charming smile and enchanting words all you see is your dad. Even though you don’t want to be like this or like him you simply cannot help yourself. So, one day when you look in the mirror for to long and only see his reflection staring back you find yourself wanting to break free of this viscous circle. You feel like your life is missing a purpose, a course, a meaning.

 So, you left. Not wanting to repeat the same circle over and over again. And fate had its eyes on you. Just as you left the city gate riding towards the forest, you saw a damsel in distress. An what can a gentleman like yourself do but stop and help. How can you not. So, you help her home to her city deep within the woods. And before you knew it, you find yourself in a trap. Usually, it’s always you whom set up the traps, but you get tricked. And the more you think about this girl the more you admire her. She is perfect in every single way and for the first time you might actually feel something. You find out that she is from the fey realm. And that she has been watching you. How can you refuse to let her teach you? She teaches you how to be better, how to be smarter and how to really charm people, not just with words and a song but with magic and actions. And one day you wake up just outside the forest. No idea how long you have been gone, if it was even real, all you know is, that you have become stronger and more powerful. Strong enough to choose your lives own course. So, you start to travel the world, find stories to tell, adventures to join, courts to entertain. And somehow you still feel empty inside like that fey girl left you without a small piece of your heart, so you start to search, to actually join adventure groups so that you one day may be strong enough so you can find you way back to her. The only thing in this life that actually feels real.

He is a charming fellow, with captivating eyes and a luring warming and sweet smile. He can warm any heart, and mesmerize any audience. Yet he is spontaneous, adventures and wandering a lot, searching for answers, seeking a purpose. So, if you can resist his charms long enough to get to know him properly you will find a thoughtful friend whom would do mostly anything for you, and for a fairy tale ending.

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Hey, just another idea, this time from a friendrequest. He really likes this song and think it to have great potential. So lets se what my creative mind can do with it. I debated long and hard if i should go the vengeance paladin or a pure berserker barbarian with this. But ended going for barbarian to really let the hate fuel all their decisions.

Prudent

Barbarian, Beserker 

BG: Guild artisan (or maybe a clan crafter)

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You grew up as a simple man, from a simple family. A Blacksmiths son, you got a strong build from all the hard work. When you were a boy you never dreamed big. Really, you didnt see the need to, your town had everything you could ever long for. A family, a profession, and sweet girl next door, Alice, whom you knew one day you would make your wife.

 ... But ... things never stay in peace, at least not in these lands. So first a band of highway robbers and bandits came to your little peace of heaven. Robing and destroying eveerything in their path. Soon after their fearsome boss came and took over your town. Killing the town counsel, torturing every single townswatch that did not bed their knee to his rule. You witnessed your once perfect peacefull town fall into decay and ruin. poor unfortunate souls roaming the streets for food and scraps, people whom once where rich and powerfull now fading into shadow. While the tyran thrived. your home became his Castle. But soon one city was not enough his greed wanted more, he wanted the whole country, the whole realm and the whole known world under his rule. Your home became his epicenter for an invasion against the kingdom.

 You want to defend the people you loved, but you simply did not know how. So when the war of the kingdom started and the destructive powers of the realm rained down opun your home, you felt utterly useless. You could not save your people, and where no match against the tyran. So in war your friends were turned into his solders. Chaos often ruled the streets and one night your neighbourhood fell to it. A roawring fire swallowed your whole street and the love of your live together with your family died. The greif were so overwhelming you felt like drowning. All the feelings you had bottled up for years to be strong for them, to not get killed by the tyrant. They all merged together into a burning rage.

 You found out that there was nothing left that kept you in the city so you chose to leave. In the deed of night, you packed up and fled from town. You seeked out a notorious group of fighters. Feared for their fierce fighting style, almost reckless attacks and marvoules ability to survive and withstand mostly anything. You joined there ranks. They learned you how to use your feelings, to let you anger control your body in combat and let it fuel your strikes with almost unnatural force. Soon you promised yourself. Soon you would become the man that could eventually take back your hometown, and kill the tyrant out of revenge. So you could to put an end to what now seems as an almost endless war.

 He is a strong and fierce looking broad-shouldered man. Whom you really do not want to face in a barfight or any fight. Your hands look rouge like the have been working every day of their life. But under this hard shell is a soft and caring man, whom most off all just want to settle down and build a home. But that is not an option until the tyrant is dead and therefor your blood boils with a never-ending rage and it can be seen in your eyes. The anger that hides the sorrow and remorse.

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Another day, another destiny ... Another character idea. I stomplede into this song and immedialy thought about what a funny idea for a cleric. Most clerics are overly devoted to their patron, while I always find over devotion odd. Hense why I never personally have played a cleric. But with this idea I might give it a shot. While most prople only pray to their god in desperation i think this song explains why.

Hyacinth

Cleric. Peace domain

BG: Cloisted scholar, Sage or Anthropologist

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Growing up she was a normal. Pretty invested in knowledge. Always analysing everything. Living in a small town where two major roads cross. You see a lot of different people, you ask them about where they are from and think about culture, about differences in behavior. When you become old enough you move to a big city, starting an education. Hungry to learn. You study at the wizard school, mostly because they have a bigger library.

But everything can stay like this forever right. Nothing ever stays in peace. War rolls around. You see how it changes how people think, feel and act. How rules are bent or broken, have chaos destroys everything, how knowledge is forgotten together with morals and common sense, until a point where the only thing that matters to them is blood. To spill the blood of the enemy, to have victory any means necessary. While a lot floke to the churches for answers when the library can't answer their problems.

But when the war is over, everyone returns to normal. The people, who were soldiers, came home and everyone kept living precisely the same way. Like nothing happened. People stop praying and just keep living.

Yet to you it feels wrong. You feel like with all your knowledge you are missing a purpose. Like all your friends and colleagues are overseeing the bigger picture. Like there has to be more than this. So you seek out the most wise and moral people you know, and you find religion. You never fought about it before. Of course you celebrated the holidays and prayed now and then when things were bad, but never really prayed.

You find out that never again while you ever wanna experience war. The fear, people altered motivation, morals and viewpoints. Never again, so you devote your life to your newly found purpose. The god of peace and his/her message. You start telling your friends at the library about it, but they won't listen. They say you don't understand, that you lost your way, that you are wasting your beautiful brain and precious time on pointless things like praying to the god of peace of all when there are no war, and nothing to be scared for, and again you feel like they are missing the point

You start a missionary quest for your god. So you begin to wonder to preach their beautiful words. You also study diplomacy so you can help end dilemmas that otherwise would have bloody and maybe even deathly consciences.

You have a naive and hopeful nature. With a pretty smile and smart brain to follow along with it. So even though you have a non violence approach to every situation, you find a group of people that are fighting against evil for peace. So you follow them and help as much as you can, even though you properly will never again pick up a sword to fight.

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Hey, this is my first post, so I hope you like it. I just need a platform to release my creative side.

Esme

Warlock - Fire related: fiend, genie(efreeti) or celestrial)

BG: Entairtainer, Far traveler or Charlatan

Gypsy. You lived your life on the road, in a caravan. Living like this your family wasn't just your parents but everyone. Never staying one place to long. You have seen more of the world than most. More than normale people could even image exist. You have meet people praying to strange and different gods, and found a interrest for the mysterious, absurd and ocult. But mostly you just want to dance with fire. You have a beautifull body and charismatic smile, and people love your performance, what they dont know is that you feel a conection with the flames. Like they call your name.

You loved your youth, thrived with the funny stares and the curiosity other people had towards you. But one day the caravan came to a very simpleminded city. They all believed in there gods, and saw everyone else as heratics. When they saw you dance the crowd erupeted. Calling you a heretic, a witch, possed by the devil. Your caravan tried to protect you, running to the camp, packing everything trying to leave. But when darkness came the villagers arived with their pitforks and torches and killed everyone yelling out 'heratics' 'witches' 'devil sporn' and alot off other cruel words. Their torches crackled in the otherwise silent night. The flames roawing as they burned down the camp. And it all called to you. So insteed of running og hideing you followed the call of the flames, and prayed for them to guide you to safety. They blessed you with magic, that somehow always been just within reach. You didn't want to hurt them, but accidents happen, and then you fled. Never looking back

You have wandered ever since. At first you just wanted to preform really. Dance with fire like usual, but when you saw a pattern starting to form you decidet that enough was enough. You started standing up against cruelty. You started to protect the outsiders, undermined and the minoritys. Fighting for equal rights and for no judgement. Fighting for justice. And soon an group of adventures saw your powers, and your will to fight and brought you along, and well the rest is history.