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Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

_______________________________________________ INFO Character Info Name - Alandra “Goldie” Golduck Gender - Female Class - Fighter Race - Human Alignment - Neutral Good Background - Folk Hero Level - 1 Health - 13 - BACKGROUND Character Personality Personality Traits I judge people by their actions, not their words. Thinking is for other people. I prefer action. Ideal People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. Bond I protect those who cannot protect themselves. Flaw I have a weakness for the vices of the city, particularly hard drink. STATS Character Stats Attributes STR - 15 DEX - 11 CON - 16 INT - 9 WIS - 13 CHA - 14 Skills Animal Handling Perception Survival Intimidation Equipment Leather Armor Longsword and a Shield Longbow w/ 20 Arrows Tools Explorer’s Pack Shovel Iron Pot 10 GP

C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N Alandra Golduck was born around the year 1466, somewhere supposedly in the expanse of northwestern Faerun. Her parents were farmers, not adventurers. She had no bloodline descending from the greats of Faerun and as such she always imagined her life as an adult to be one representing mundanity and uncomplicatedness. She was ten years old when cruelty came to her village. She was ten years old when her village and everyone she knew was turned to ash and bone. If not for a traveling adventurer she would have joined them, a cruel irony that she has come to think about often. His name was Jandek. As he felled the creatures with his longsword as she trembled against a tree she saw what she had only heard of in stories. A hero standing up for the innocent, refusing to allow them to be murdered and defiled. When the smoke cleared she was the only survivor of a village that would soon have its name forgotten in the history books. Jandek could’ve left her there, or dropped her in some other village. He didn’t. What the older man did was take her in as his ward until he found “someone better”. He hated when she’d call him a hero. He wasn’t a hero, he’d tell her; he was just doing a job. He told her to stop romanticizing it. To see the forest for the trees. It would be one of her earliest lessons, years before she picked up a sword and bow in earnest. By the time she was fourteen she was apprenticing. Learning. He hadn’t found anyone better, save for the group he ran with. An elven ranger, dwarven cleric, and a gnome sorcerer. A group he occasionally ventured with. They became a second family to her for years and she picked up a few skills here and there from them as she learned the way of the sword from Jandek. None of them saw themselves as babysitters, let alone foster parents to some orphan, but Jandek’s guilt was as undeniable as his pride. They saw it. Wondered what it would’ve been like if they had went with him. She saw their guilt with her eyes, their shame. She never judged them for it—though she did fight for their respect. If they were going to look at her Alandra would prefer it was not pity and shame, but admiration and pride. Perhaps she was filling her own hole. The screams of her friends and family members never went away. She remembered them often in her nightmares and thoughts. More years passed. She was an adult. Independent. The group had went their separate ways and Jandek himself had passed away. All she was left with was his sword and the lessons he taught her. Gundren Rockseeker, one of her acquaintances from a previous job contacted her about a new job. She was no veteran guard, but they knew her and thought of her when they required her assistance.

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

@TGM I forget that table is a BBcode element like 99% of the time.

@Dark Cloud

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

@TGM Cool character, I also really like the BBcode you used for the sheet, great design.

@Kassarock

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

@TGM You heard right my friend.

@Dark Cloud

Fighter II: The Refightering

_______________________________________________ INFO Character Info Name - Alandra “Goldie” Golduck Gender - Female Class - Fighter Race - Human Alignment - Neutral Good Background - Folk Hero Level - 1 Health - 13 - BACKGROUND Character Personality Personality Traits I judge people by their actions, not their words. Thinking is for other people. I prefer action. Ideal People deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. Bond I protect those who cannot protect themselves. Flaw I have a weakness for the vices of the city, particularly hard drink. STATS Character Stats Attributes STR - 15 DEX - 11 CON - 16 INT - 9 WIS - 13 CHA - 14 Skills Animal Handling Perception Survival Intimidation Equipment Leather Armor Longsword and a Shield Longbow w/ 20 Arrows Tools Explorer’s Pack Shovel Iron Pot 10 GP

C H A R A C T E R I Z A T I O N Alandra Golduck was born around the year 1466, somewhere supposedly in the expanse of northwestern Faerun. Her parents were farmers, not adventurers. She had no bloodline descending from the greats of Faerun and as such she always imagined her life as an adult to be one representing mundanity and uncomplicatedness. She was ten years old when cruelty came to her village. She was ten years old when her village and everyone she knew was turned to ash and bone. If not for a traveling adventurer she would have joined them, a cruel irony that she has come to think about often. His name was Jandek. As he felled the creatures with his longsword as she trembled against a tree she saw what she had only heard of in stories. A hero standing up for the innocent, refusing to allow them to be murdered and defiled. When the smoke cleared she was the only survivor of a village that would soon have its name forgotten in the history books. Jandek could’ve left her there, or dropped her in some other village. He didn’t. What the older man did was take her in as his ward until he found “someone better”. He hated when she’d call him a hero. He wasn’t a hero, he’d tell her; he was just doing a job. He told her to stop romanticizing it. To see the forest for the trees. It would be one of her earliest lessons, years before she picked up a sword and bow in earnest. By the time she was fourteen she was apprenticing. Learning. He hadn’t found anyone better, save for the group he ran with. An elven ranger, dwarven cleric, and a gnome sorcerer. A group he occasionally ventured with. They became a second family to her for years and she picked up a few skills here and there from them as she learned the way of the sword from Jandek. None of them saw themselves as babysitters, let alone foster parents to some orphan, but Jandek’s guilt was as undeniable as his pride. They saw it. Wondered what it would’ve been like if they had went with him. She saw their guilt with her eyes, their shame. She never judged them for it—though she did fight for their respect. If they were going to look at her Alandra would prefer it was not pity and shame, but admiration and pride. Perhaps she was filling her own hole. The screams of her friends and family members never went away. She remembered them often in her nightmares and thoughts. More years passed. She was an adult. Independent. The group had went their separate ways and Jandek himself had passed away. All she was left with was his sword and the lessons he taught her. Gundren Rockseeker, one of her acquaintances from a previous job contacted her about a new job. She was no veteran guard, but they knew her and thought of her when they required her assistance.

I still have to attach a proper sheet or remember my Myth-Weavers password, but generally this should be relatively accurate.

Lost Mine Of Phandelver (D&D 5e) (CLOSED)

So I heard you needed a new fighter.

Shin Megami Tensei: Persona

Idea #2

_{157cm | 108 llbs | 16 | Year 2 | Female}

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Nanase is an introvert. She’s always been an introvert since before the accident.

But when she was younger she was a happy introvert. The sixteen-year-old version of her personality is a bit more dour and pointed. She’s blunt, but not confrontationally blunt. She doesn’t smile, even for appearances, and the idea that the polite shy girl she once was still exists is hard to say. Losing family and the anxieties of her own psyche has brought a good deal of bearing on her. She knows she doesn’t want to be like she was. She wants to be more assertive, but she finds doing so quite difficult. Her classmates have known Nanase as the quintessential kuudere, quiet and ready to speak her mind when she absolutely must.

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Justice

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The Maid of Orléans, Jeanne

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► Rakukaja

_{Increase the defense of an ally or the caster.}

► Cleave

_{Inflict light physical damage on a foe.}

► Brave Blade

_{Inflict moderate to heavy damage on a foe.}

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The transformative energies bestow Nanase with the appearance of a lady knight of sorts. Shades of silver and angel white are notable in this appearance. A circlet completes the transformation.

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Sword

ＨＩＳＴＯＲＹ

Mutō Nanase was born and raised in Kyoto for the entirety of her life.

Actually, that’s not true. Nanase came to Kyoto from Osaka, where she’s originally from. It’s a convenient lie to say she’s always been in Kyoto, one deeply rooted in her experiences as a child and the abrupt move when she was seven years old. To say she comes from a broken home is an understatement.

Her father, Tatsuro, was not a nice person. Between the smell of saké and the yelling, the Mutō household was in a constant flux of verbal abuse. She remembers the fights sometimes, but most often she tries to forget because she stood there pretending to not notice what was going on in front of her. She didn’t try to do anything. Not even a contest of “please, stop fighting”. Her own fear of retaliation even though her father never rose his hand crowded her mind. Eventually, as these things go, things escalated to a breaking point. Her mother, Teruko, tried to keep up appearances but on Nanase’s tenth birthday she killed herself.

Her father didn’t change. There was no remorse. He called her a coward in a drunken stupor while Nanase herself had remained catatonic from finding the body for the most part. Soon enough a change of scenery was decided for the two of them. One of her father’s more sober and rational determinations. The move from Osaka to Kyoto wasn’t too extreme and a change of scenery did stop reminding Nanase’s father of his dead wife. Nanase thought it was hiding. He always did like hiding. But she was no different as she began to pretend nothing ever happened, pushing any memory deeper and deeper inside her heart. Nobody stood up for her mother and she certainly didn’t make things any better. Why else would her mother choose her birthday of all days to give in to grief and despair? As always there was no answer and Nanase was left filling in blanks.

So she filled in blanks. When people asked things she played pretend. Eventually, strange things appeared again in her life when she couldn’t stop some new friends from doing a stupid thing. Then there was the fire. The destructive, almost enticing fire. Then came the stories and the weird dream. She still hasn’t been able to make sense of it all.

She just knows another bad thing is going to happen. She just doesn’t know when.

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To Be Determined as needed.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

Guess I got some decisions to make.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

With that noted I guess I'll set the thread to full while I and Polaris look through some things.

Gundam 0094 (Invite Only Roleplay)

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It was a convenient fate, the red-haired woman supposed.

She didn’t comment as Isaacs shuffled out of the room that had been designated as Cathartes’ mess hall of choice, though Gaida had always considered it more of a lounge. It was too small to be a proper mess hall and too ineffective to be a dining room. That about summed up the Cathartes and its unseemly captain. But she didn’t forget when she had her own scuffle with federation hunters that it had been that very same unseemly captain that had taken her in and helped her with the repairs to her suit despite the Zeon engravings it had littered across its torso at the time. He had been charitable, but not generous. A former ace from the Principality of Zeon was something he couldn’t look away from and all these months later she reflected on it often.

“Could use some more muscle.” He had commented casually at the time and here he was basically doing the same to a new motley group of individuals.

As long as they didn’t cause trouble she supposed it was wise enough of a decision.

She very nearly corrected the old goat about calling Zeon a republic, not that it had never been one, she just didn’t recognize the bones of the Principality being used for means that were not in line with a true successor. A neo-republic. Pretenders. She pondered the thought as the chattering continued until the old man gave them his ultimatum. Though it was less a ultimatum and more of a certainty unless they wanted to be spaced in the middle of the sector. She kept her arms crossed as she nodded, maintaining eye contact with the captain.

“If that is all, I have a post to attend to.” She commented, taking her leave as well.

Enter: Into an Isekai World

Edgy.