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Lots of ideas, voices in your head? You may not be schizo, just need to find a plot and start writing.
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Movie Studios don't use AI to generate scripts because they're not copywritable. My writing is mine, not the world's to play with.
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I've no idea what is meant by everyone being a "southern cowboy".
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I like that the Amish gives their kids a chance to decide if they want to stay in their parent's religion.
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"Badgers?" he said, sweating as he heard gun hammers being cocked unseen behind him. "We ain’t got no badgers. We don’t need no badgers. I don’t have to show you any stinkin' badgers!"
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Bio
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
Cian would see it as a shame if something was to happen to her emergency food supply... er, team.
@red wizard Forgot to put in her adventurer's satchel that holds some basic supplies - in the pockets, her tinderbox (with flint and steel), small glass vials holding blood, metsubushi, and the satchel itself would hold her other essentials - a hairbrush, a comb, a nail file, scissors, a small mirror, jasmine soap in a wooden box, a sponge, a chewing stick, tooth powder, a razor, a shaving brush in a cup, shaving powder, scented oils and salves, fragrances, a deck of cards in a leather case, a small book of poetry, a small book of literature.
Blown out and cleaned chicken eggs, painted black. Each are filed with either fine sand, ash, ground pepper, ground glass, or a mixure of whatever irritants are available, then sealed. Meant to be crushed in the hand before throwing into the face as a temporary blinding agent.
Please let me know if that would be okay to add to her sheet?
Name: Ciannait Duanei Race: Dark Elf Vampire Gender: Female Age: Two centuries Appearance:
This girl reminds you of a dangerous spider. She has almond-shaped eyes the color of blood. Her fine, straight, neck-length hair is the color of fine china, and is worn in a severe style. She is tall and has a lithe build. Her skin is a bluish-gray. She has thick eyebrows, pointed ears, and thin lips hidden by an iron half-mask covering the lower half of her face. It keeps her from feeding or talking above a whisper, and it locks in the back.
On her chest is an ancient slave brand, marking her as the property of House Donovani.
Cian wears a strangely repellant metal seal as a pendant on a necklace. A hard tug on the necklace will cause it to break away, she is forbidden from removing the seal herself.
Her wardrobe is a dark hooded woolen cloak, leather armor styled in some ancient pattern, and an adventurer's satchel, with pockets along its wide strap.
Personality: Cian is lazy and will argue about everything, but is always concerned about her appearance being immaculate and keeping things organized.
Born to Brianan and Saibh Duanei when the warmth was just returning to the world, her father worked as a gardener to a wealthy family. Previous in life, he had been a sea captain with many jilted ex-lovers.
When Cian was ten, her parents discovered her ability to mimic other people's voices, providing some hours of entertainment.
She was fourteen when an occasional night visitor of her father's pressed a map and a note into her hands to give to him, telling her he would be in the ruins outside of town. On reading the note, Brianan turned pale, then gave her some coins to take to him, and bolted as soon as she was out of sight. When Cian gave the man the coins, town guards rushed in and captured them both. She was hauled in front of the sheriff, who ordered her enslaved for aiding a pirate.
At the slave market, she was surprised to be purchased by an elegant woman, Mor Donovani, who she soon discovered was the chief advisor to the king. On her arrival to her house in the capital, she learned she was to be an attendant to the courtesans, until she was of age to join them. Part of that included telling Mor everything she could gleam from the guests. Impressed with her attention to details, she had her taught as a scribe, so she could write up the reports from the courtesans.
When she became one of the courtesans, a frequent guest, however, tormented her whenever he visited. One night, she struck back at Neasan Hyland and attempted to escape, but was easily captured and beaten by the guards. Mor was furious, and had her branded on the chest, forever marking Cian as her property.
After she recovered, Mor escorted Cian personally to the rooms of Dughlas Dubhghlass, a very important guest. However, Dughlas was not desiring companionship, he was merely... thirsty. He turned her, that night, gifting the young vampire back to her mistress.
A witch in debt to Mor placed a geas on Cian so she would obey Mor or her lieutenants' commands, and provided the Seals of the Dead God to keep Cian weak and manageable.
However, in letting her resume her 'duties', her first guest was Neasan, eager to get revenge for the previous visit. He made the mistake of yanking off her necklace with the seal and discarding it. Attendants before dawn found him drained to the last drop and Cian passed out in a stupor.
An iron casket was built to hold Cian, and she was placed into an unmarked crypt in the city cemetery. A servant would come once a week to feed her blood, pouring it into a small bowl on the lid that would drip it into her mouth.
Occasionally, she would be released by Mor to attack one of her enemies, only to be ordered back into the crypt.
After Mor's death, Cian's existence was almost forgotten except by the servants who still carried out the ancient orders. One tried pouring milk into her dripping bowl, only to hear her screaming and moaning in agony. Fearing he would be punished, he cut his hand and squeezed his own blood into the bowl.
Hearing the cries coming from the crypt, three drunken thugs jumped the servant as he exited, only to find the casket inside. Believing it held treasure, they managed to break the locks of the chains and pushing the lid to the side, they found what they thought at first was a shrunken corpse.
Then it opened its eyes.
After draining the three men dry, Cian once again fell into stupor, aided no doubt by the alcohol heavy in their blood, so it was easy for the servant to get her back into the iron coffin and use the broken locks to secure it, before running back to the house to tell the young lord what had happened.
When Cian awoke, restored and refreshed, she was already in the Maw, some two hundred years since the passing of her mistress. At least she was free of that casket, except no bed no matter how soft felt right....
Talents:
With the strength of five men, Cian is able to lift a horse, or she can punch her way through a stone wall.
If she locks eyes with another, Cian can slowly pull them into a light hypnotic state, able to obey basic commands. However, if contact is lost before that state is achieved, or the subject is shaken or experiences sharp pain, the hypnosis is broken and they wake up.
A vampire's bite can quickly numb and paralyze their victim, leaving them helpless as the vampire feeds.
They're unaffected by viruses or bacteria, but it can make the blood taste strange. The black plague gives blood a smoky flavor.
A vampire can recover from even grave injuries. Small injuries may be completely healed in a few days, a stake in the heart a month or two. Eyes and limbs may take a couple years. It's why they do not age.
Flaws:
A word in an ancient language was engraved into the lid of her iron coffin. On hearing that word, she must obey any command given to her. However, pronunciation is important.
Exposure to full sunlight, a vampire's flesh will start to smoke. After a few moments, their flesh catches fire, burning them to ash if they are unable to find shelter or a body of water. However, if a little blood was to fall on the ash, they will be revived. Some vampires keep a small vial of blood on their person for just this purpose.
While a vampire can hibernate for many years after a heavy feeding, an active vampire must feed on a pint of blood at least once a week to maintain its strength. Blood from a heavy drinker or habitual drug user will affect the vampire as well. If starved for blood, a vampire can become a wild thing, driven by its unquenchable thirst. The smell of blood can be mildly intoxicating, one has to guard their reaction around minor cuts.
While a vampire can tolerate water, wine, tea, and coffee, most food tastes disgusting to them. For the unprepared, they can become violently ill.
Lactose intolerant.
Equipment:
A small medallion that resembles (yet isn't) lead, bearing the ancient mark of the Dead God. It feeds constantly on magic, or perhaps the soul? It makes the skin crawl if one gets too close. To wear one is an almost unbearable torture. There were three on Cian's iron casket. One is enough to make her as weak as a child.
This heavy metal coffin has chains to keep it locked up, preventing Cian's escape and allowing her to be safely transported. A shallow bowl in the lid allows blood to drip into her mouth.
It is simply boiled leather, patterned after what she was wearing in the casket.
Miscellaneous:
It's often believed that a wooden stake driven through the heart of a vampire will kill it. As they're undead, you've only pissed them off. Do you know how hard it is to find a seamstress or tailor willing to work after dark?
Vampires can see themselves in mirrors - they just hate them. If the vampire has cast a glamor on itself to hide, their actual appearance is revealed when glanced at in a mirror. One of the forgotten reasons why mirrors are often placed in entryways.
Some vampires believe themselves to be on the top of the food chain. They're not. A Crusnik is a type of vampire that preys on vampires.
This is like a DnD Evil campaign from Hell. We've got such an eclectic group here. I can only imagine who's going to end up butting heads against who.
And I'm all for it.
EDIT: Found a picture for Bors! Woot Woot!
You should read Villains by Necessity by Eve Forward. The last chaos gate has been sealed and someone is going around brainwashing all the villains to be good, so it's up to a handful of villains to restore the balance before it's too late.
Name: Ciannait Duanei Race: Dark Elf Vampire Gender: Female Age: Two centuries Appearance:
This girl reminds you of a dangerous spider. She has almond-shaped eyes the color of blood. Her fine, straight, neck-length hair is the color of fine china, and is worn in a severe style. She is tall and has a lithe build. Her skin is a bluish-gray. She has thick eyebrows, pointed ears, and thin lips hidden by an iron half-mask covering the lower half of her face. It keeps her from feeding or talking above a whisper, and it locks in the back.
On her chest is an ancient slave brand, marking her as the property of House Donovani.
Cian wears a strangely repellant metal seal as a pendant on a necklace. A hard tug on the necklace will cause it to break away, she is forbidden from removing the seal herself.
Her wardrobe is a dark hooded woolen cloak, leather armor styled in some ancient pattern, and an adventurer's satchel, with pockets along its wide strap.
Personality: Cian is lazy and will argue about everything, but is always concerned about her appearance immaculate and keeping things organized.
Born to Brianan and Saibh Duanei when the warmth was just returning to the world, her father worked as a gardener to a wealthy family. Previous in life, he had been a sea captain with many jilted ex-lovers.
When Cian was ten, her parents discovered her ability to mimic other people's voices, providing some hours of entertainment.
She was fourteen when an occasional night visitor of her father's pressed a map and a note into her hands to give to him, telling her he would be in the ruins outside of town. On reading the note, Brianan turned pale, then gave her some coins to take to him, and bolted as soon as she was out of sight. When Cian gave the man the coins, town guards rushed in and captured them both. She was hauled in front of the sheriff, who ordered her enslaved for aiding a pirate.
At the slave market, she was surprised to be purchased by an elegant woman, Mor Donovani, who she soon discovered was the chief advisor to the king. On her arrival to her house in the capital, she learned she was to be an attendant to the courtesans, until she was of age to join them. Part of that included telling Mor everything she could gleam from the guests. Impressed with her attention to details, she had her taught as a scribe, so she could write up the reports from the courtesans.
When she became one of the courtesans, a frequent guest, however, tormented her whenever he visited. One night, she struck back at Neasan Hyland and attempted to escape, but was easily captured and beaten by the guards. Mor was furious, and had her branded on the chest, forever marking Cian as her property.
After she recovered, Mor escorted Cian personally to the rooms of Dughlas Dubhghlass, a very important guest. However, Dughlas was not desiring companionship, he was merely... thirsty. He turned her, that night, gifting the young vampire back to her mistress.
A witch in debt to Mor placed a geas on Cian so she would obey Mor or her lieutenants' commands, and provided the Seals of the Dead God to keep Cian weak and manageable.
However, in letting her resume her 'duties', her first guest was Neasan, eager to get revenge for the previous visit. He made the mistake of yanking off her necklace with the seal and discarding it. Attendants before dawn found him drained to the last drop and Cian passed out in a stupor.
An iron casket was built to hold Cian, and she was placed into an unmarked crypt in the city cemetery. A servant would come once a week to feed her blood, pouring it into a small bowl on the lid that would drip it into her mouth.
Occasionally, she would be released by Mor to attack one of her enemies, only to be ordered back into the crypt.
After Mor's death, Cian's existence was almost forgotten except by the servants who still carried out the ancient orders. One tried pouring milk into her dripping bowl, only to hear her screaming and moaning in agony. Fearing he would be punished, he cut his hand and squeezed his own blood into the bowl.
Hearing the cries coming from the crypt, three drunken thugs jumped the servant as he exited, only to find the casket inside. Believing it held treasure, they managed to break the locks of the chains and pushing the lid to the side, they found what they thought at first was a shrunken corpse.
Then it opened its eyes.
After draining the three men dry, Cian once again fell into stupor, aided no doubt by the alcohol heavy in their blood, so it was easy for the servant to get her back into the iron coffin and use the broken locks to secure it, before running back to the house to tell the young lord what had happened.
When Cian awoke, restored and refreshed, she was already in the Maw, some two hundred years since the passing of her mistress. At least she was free of that casket, except no bed no matter how soft felt right....
Talents:
With the strength of five men, Cian is able to lift a horse, or she can punch her way through a stone wall.
If she locks eyes with another, Cian can slowly pull them into a light hypnotic state, able to obey basic commands. However, if contact is lost before that state is achieved, or the subject is shaken or experiences sharp pain, the hypnosis is broken and they wake up.
A vampire's bite can quickly numb and paralyze their victim, leaving them helpless as the vampire feeds.
They're unaffected by viruses or bacteria, but it can make the blood taste strange. The black plague gives blood a smoky flavor.
A vampire can recover from even grave injuries. Small injuries may be completely healed in a few days, a stake in the heart a month or two. Eyes and limbs may take a couple years. It's why they do not age.
Flaws:
A word in an ancient language was engraved into the lid of her iron coffin. On hearing that word, she must obey any command given to her. However, pronunciation is important.
Exposure to full sunlight, a vampire's flesh will start to smoke. After a few moments, their flesh catches fire, burning them to ash if they are unable to find shelter or a body of water. However, if a little blood was to fall on the ash, they will be revived. Some vampires keep a small vial of blood on their person for just this purpose.
While a vampire can hibernate for many years after a heavy feeding, an active vampire must feed on a pint of blood at least once a week to maintain its strength. Blood from a heavy drinker or habitual drug user will affect the vampire as well. If starved for blood, a vampire can become a wild thing, driven by its unquenchable thirst. The smell of blood can be mildly intoxicating, one has to guard their reaction around minor cuts.
While a vampire can tolerate water, wine, tea, and coffee, most food tastes disgusting to them. For the unprepared, they can become violently ill.
Lactose intolerant.
Equipment:
A small medallion that resembles (yet isn't) lead, bearing the ancient mark of the Dead God. It feeds constantly on magic, or perhaps the soul? It makes the skin crawl if one gets too close. To wear one is an almost unbearable torture. There were three on Cian's iron casket. One is enough to make her as weak as a child.
This heavy metal coffin has chains to keep it locked up, preventing Cian's escape and allowing her to be safely transported. A shallow bowl in the lid allows blood to drip into her mouth.
It is simply boiled leather, patterned after what she was wearing in the casket.
Miscellaneous:
It's often believed that a wooden stake driven through the heart of a vampire will kill it. As they're undead, you've only pissed them off. Do you know how hard it is to find a seamstress or tailor willing to work after dark?
Vampires can see themselves in mirrors - they just hate them. If the vampire has cast a glamor on itself to hide, their actual appearance is revealed when glanced at in a mirror. One of the forgotten reasons why mirrors are often placed in entryways.
Some vampires believe themselves to be on the top of the food chain. They're not. A Crusnik is a type of vampire that preys on vampires.
I should say, what I have here are the restrictions Cian must work under. Technically, she's still a young vampire.
Yalmastr Redforge stood in front of the mirror, her beard in her hands as she studied her face. The face that had cost her so much - a marriage and the life of one of her students. Not to mention the enmity his clan, the Trollhoods, who made a big production whenever their paths crossed. The whole spitting, the cursing her name, the turning of backs, it was ridiculous and too time consuming. Especially at the start of practice! Why seek her out when it came time for weapons training when there were others?
"After all this time, do you think you're going to suddenly sprout a beard, Yal?" "It's not that!" she denied, feeling her cheeks burning. "Everyone knows I'm.... beardless. Why should I wear this to the Great Hall? What's the point of it all?"
"Oh, my dear," Branae sighs, rushing over from the doorway to give her daughter a hug. "If you don't wear the beard, they'll stop singing, stop the feast, and everyone will be yelling at everyone else. And you'd still be leaving tomorrow but with a bunch of angry long-beards knotting and twisting their chin hairs and calling out doom and misfortune on you, and that's not good for anyone."
She paused, leaning back to study her daughter. "So, for the good of your group, and for the good of Thrillem, wear the beard, listen to the old songs, nod when the long-beards speak their nonsense, meet the people you're going on the road with, and eat your fill. I mean that, you never know on the road where your next meal will come from, so eat when you can."
"I've never been away from Thrillem before," Yal said, shaking her head. "Why didn't they pick anyone who's been outside to do this?"
"Our long-beards have spoken," Branae sighs, stroking her whiskers. "The fact they're all rock headed loons who couldn't tell quartz from granite is besides the point." A chuckle escaped Yal. "Oh dear, you're developing a sense of humor," her mother sighed mockingly. "Tongues will be wagging, I wager." "I am not!" Yal stomped her foot, but feeling her mouth quirk. "Best cover that up if you're trying to hide that," Branae smiled. "Your father and the others want to see you before you go." "But they're dead!" "So? At least they won't talk your ears off." Yal eyed Thorfinn as he spoke. "Yeah, grand feast," she managed, fighting the urge to scratch under her false beard. Why did it have to itch so? "I'm Yal, Yal Redforge. You are...?"
@Expendable The seals are very nice and all, perhaps as a backup, but the Warden will have no trouble controlling her on her own. That's why she's the Warden, after all.
The warden's a krusnik or demon lord, aren't they?
In any event, the seal is more for the protection of the guards.
I'm giving you two ways to control her - a geas whose command word is engraved in an ancient language on the lid of her coffin, and three ancient Seals of the Dead God, one of which is hung around her neck on a breakable necklace. I pity the poor fool who tries to take away this pagan emblem from her.
I should mention, pronunciation is very important for the geas to work.
Glad you like my Dairy flaw.
I'm figuring the Maw may have had a rat problem before she showed up.
Name: Ciannait Duanei Race: Dark Elf Vampire Gender: Female Age: Two centuries Appearance: This girl reminds you of a dangerous spider. She has almond-shaped eyes the color of blood. Her fine, straight, neck-length hair is the color of fine china, and is worn in a severe style. She is tall and has a lithe build. Her skin is a bluish-gray. She has thick eyebrows, pointed ears, and thin lips hidden by an iron half-mask covering the lower half of her face. It keeps her from feeding or talking above a whisper, and it locks in the back.
Cian wears a strangely repellant metal seal as a pendant on a necklace. A hard tug on the necklace will cause it to break away, she is forbidden from removing the seal herself.
Her wardrobe is a dark hooded woolen cloak, leather armor styled in some ancient pattern, and an adventurer's satchel, with pockets along its wide strap.
Parents/Childhood/Education/Adulthood/Livelihood/Crimes against the Kingdom/Downfall/Whatever Talents:
With the strength of five men, Cian is able to lift a horse, or she can punch her way through a stone wall.
If she locks eyes with another, Cian can slowly pull them into a light hypnotic state, able to obey basic commands. However, if contact is lost before that state is achieved, or the subject is shaken or experiences sharp pain, the hypnosis is broken and they wake up.
A vampire's bite can quickly numb and paralyze their victim, leaving them helpless as the vampire feeds.
They're unaffected by viruses or bacteria, but it can make the blood taste strange. The black plague gives blood a smoky flavor.
A vampire can recover from even grave injuries. Small injuries may be completely healed in a few days, a stake in the heart a month or two. Eyes and limbs may take a couple years. It's why they do not age.
Flaws:
A word in an ancient language was engraved into the lid of her iron coffin. On hearing that word, she must obey any command given to her. However, pronunciation is important.
Exposure to full sunlight, a vampire's flesh will start to smoke. After a few moments, their flesh catches fire, burning them to ash if they are unable to find shelter or a body of water. However, if a little blood was to fall on the ash, they will be revived. Some vampires keep a small vial of blood on their person for just this purpose.
While a vampire can hibernate for many years after a heavy feeding, an active vampire must feed on a pint of blood at least once a week to maintain its strength. Blood from a heavy drinker or habitual drug user will affect the vampire as well. If starved for blood, a vampire can become a wild thing, driven by its unquenchable thirst. The smell of blood can be mildly intoxicating, one has to guard their reaction around minor cuts.
While a vampire can tolerate water, wine, tea, and coffee, most food tastes disgusting to them. For the unprepared, they can become violently ill.
Lactose intolerant.
Equipment:
A small medallion that resembles (yet isn't) lead, bearing the ancient mark of the Dead God. It feeds constantly on magic, or perhaps the soul? It makes the skin crawl if one gets too close. To wear one is an almost unbearable torture. There were three on Cian's iron casket. One is enough to make her as weak as a child.
This heavy metal coffin has chains to keep it locked up, preventing Cian's escape and allowing her to be safely transported. A shallow bowl in the lid allows blood to drip into her mouth.
Miscellaneous:
It's often believed that a wooden stake driven through the heart of a vampire will kill it. As they're undead, you've only pissed them off. Do you know how hard it is to find a seamstress or tailor willing to work after dark?
Vampires can see themselves in mirrors - they just hate them. If the vampire has cast a glamor on itself to hide, their actual appearance is revealed when glanced at in a mirror. One of the forgotten reasons why mirrors are often placed in entryways.
Some vampires believe themselves to be on the top of the food chain. They're not. A Crusnik is a type of vampire that preys on vampires.
Name: Rizx Race Gnome Gender Female Age 19 Appearance
This tiny goblin puts you in mind of a clockwork device. She has narrow brown eyes that are like two acorns. Her silky, straight, black hair is short and ragged, hidden partially under a ragged and faded brown cloth. She is short and has a wasp-waisted build. Her skin is olive drab. There are flogging scars on her back that can ache in cold weather, itch when it's muggy. Personality Angry, resentful, but wary, having had her trust betrayed a few times. However, once you’ve won her trust, she’s very true.
It isn't easy being a goblin. You find some isolated place to settle, do a little farming, a little hunting and gathering, make a little goblin ale (glah), some seed cake, and the next thing you know, the big people are storming the village. The survivors move on to some new place to hide, start to fill in their numbers, and the whole thing starts again. They did learn, however, that the big people had a strange fascination for chests and began leaving one in the center of the village. They'd then fill it with bits of armor, weapons, shiny rocks and what coins they manage to scrounge or loot from small venturing parties. It worked, more of the villagers escaped the raids as the distracted big people began digging through it.
The big people concerned Rizx. She searched out their huge sprawling villages and would creep around at night, watching and listening, hoping to find out why they would attack them. She learned enough of their language to speak to them, sometimes talking to the little big people, the children, becoming their "imaginary" friend - although she learned to stay away from the long ears, the tricky ones. However, it did little to tell her why the big people would raid their village.
Then, one day a strange town of tents appeared in a field, filled with strangely dressed big people, and even some who were more her size yet not goblins or children. This, she learned, was a circus. She managed to sneak into the tents and watch from under the stands as they did their acts. Rizx overheard some children talking about running away with the circus, and wondered if she could, too. When they left, she followed. It took some time, but the circus people began noticing how little things were being done, like mending the canvas, sorting out the ropes, but never touching their food supplies. It was hard to avoid their sharp eyes, but the long ears told the ring master about Rizx, and eventually she spoke to him, asking to join.
She became another of their acts in the side show, the Tamed Goblin, which made her laugh as it was the big people who needed tamed, she thought. She also worked with the roustabouts, doing minor repairs, helping with the rigging, and various jobs a circus needed her to do. Then, part-way through the season, a lord appeared with his troop of men, and ordered all the circus folk to line up and pass beside his wagon. He wasn’t interested in any of the men, flicking them away irritably, but his attention lingered over the women, even herself. The lord seemed particularly interested in the owner’s young daughter. Rizx noticed the owner’s son, who did this weird act where he and his sister would rapidly change places on the stage, was noticeably absent.
She thought it was all over with after the lord departed, but within the month the lord bought out all the outstanding debts the circus had and demanded payment. Or the owner’s daughter, as an indentured servant. It was a few nights later she saw the owner’s son, running across the fields, away from the circus. An hour later, the troops of the lord came, demanding payment or the owner’s daughter – who was nowhere to be found. They went through all the wagons, then began questioning everyone. When that didn’t work, the lord ordered them all arrested for conspiracy.
Sent to a rehabilitation mine for re-education, she escaped from that and has been traveling from town to town stealing what she can, until the night she tried a bottle of rum and woke up in chains. Probably should have waited until she escaped the house.
Brawler (mind the teeth) Climbing (free climbing or ropes) Cooking - very basic. Just don't ask where she got the meat, dislikes picky eaters. Can brew ale, Glah (fermented catch of the day, will make you gag), field tea, seed cake, scrab (don't ask what's in them), pemmican, jerky, biscuits, flapjacks. She can also make Glee, used as cement for composite bows, sealing holes, waterproofing roofs, and a poultice for wounds. (Smells a bit) Digging (she's like a tunnel rat. mind the teeth.) Hearing - can hear noises at higher range than humans, good at tracking by sound. Hiding in the shadows (Good at it except when it's the warden, what, does she have eyes at the top of her head or something?) Hunting (spear, composite bow, knife, snare, fishing line, tracking)
Can see in dim light for up to 60 feet as if it was day, can see in darkness up to 30 feet like it was dim light
Has some experience with rope and tackle, as well as the working of canvas.
can live off the land, not a picky eater (technically, not a cannibal since they're not gnomes. Mind the teeth.)
Streetwise Swimming (she's a piranha of the water. Mind the teeth) Theiving ability (pick pockets, pick locks, sleight of hand, some second story work)
Flaws
Fears/Vulnerabilities/Vices/Whatever Equipment
The Stuff your Character checked in with (Nothing Stupid) Miscellaneous
Pity. I thought up a medicine man who's a divvy, paired up with a gnome (if allowed). He can do some doctoring, some dentistry, make up pills using the ingredients in his medicine cabinet, and prepare special magical ammo. A jack of all trades, although he likes to avoid manual labor. uses drowsing rods to find water, can sense the presence of antiques, or a glimpse of the history of an object by touch. Wears a lot of gloves. has spent some time locked up, seems his wagon helps him to keep moving to avoid the law.
The gnome's a pint-size thief, second-story work, picking pockets or locks, or shilling his patent medicine. She's a scavenger of the desert who knows how to survive. This includes corpses - since they're not gnomes, technically it's not cannibalism. Leathery undead gunslingers may be gnawed on.
I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc]anime music videos[/url].
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien. <br><br>Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.<br><br>Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"<br><br>Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and <a target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmKRgqWGrWc">anime music videos</a>.<br><br>Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.</div>
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