Roaring Thunder is my name but everyone calls Thunder.𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤:
Thunder,mad alchemist, Farm boy𝔸𝕘𝕖:
Sometimes, had a job once but didn’t work out. 𝔸𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥:
Chaotic Chaotic? Is that a thing, no? I’m not really evil I think, maybe I’m even a decent fellow but definitely chaotic. Chaotic Good
Thunder has a slender build with little muscle tone. It is clear that he didn’t do much farm work in many years.𝔼𝕪𝕖𝕤:
The fur on top of his head has the same sandy yellow with brown patches pattern as the rest of his body. However for some reason it tends to be a bit longer on the top of his head and cheeks.𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟 𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕖:
Thunder’s body is covered in sandy yellow fur draped with brown patches. The fur around his chin has a light yellow or even white tint to it.𝕋𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕤/𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤/ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕔𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤:
None. ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖:
Thunder prefers the color brown. In his opinion darker shades of brown match well with his fur color. He’s especially fond of his long leather coat with matching cowboy hat he bought when he was still employed by the mining company.
Hyperactive * Talkative * Chaos * Extremely impulsive * Fun loving * extremely curious* easily bored and distractedℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕤:
Definitely in a relationship! Oh? we broke up? Like yesterday? But I was talking about Anna. O, was that the reason we broke up? So that makes me technically single again, right?ℚ𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕟𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕖:
This is going to be a little different. Instead of a typical personality summary, you get to pretend your character is answering a questionnaire! Just answer the following in character. What first impression do you make?
A lasting one. Everyone in town knows me, everybody likes me, for the first 10 seconds and then they slowly get annoyed by my presence as I have a habit of talking and talking and talking. I also move around a lot when I talk, not to mention I change subjects very often. When is dinner ready? No, lunch then? O wait, first impressions right. Did I mention that I like to joke around too? What do you call a dwarf who has lost weight? A halfling…
Not a very good one? Anyway, I’ll talk to anyone, any time, any place because its better than to sit in silence.What are you like in a high stress situation?
I talk, not just my regular talk, but my super special I am totally not stressed out at all kinds of talk. That is like regular talk but then to the max with even less sense to the words that flow out of my mouth. My jokes tend to get worse too. Like really worse, the worst kind of worse. Still following me? Good. When talking is not enough I move around too, from left to the right. And if that is not enough, I can run around in circles, metaphorical circles and occasionally real ones too. Or just run away, that is a good option too. Especially when people call me out on my failures. But honestly, when everything fails, stuff just blows up. No, not myself, just big booms around me. Nothing is more calming than the sweet sound of explosions. Or I just take a potion of relaxation and become entirely zen again.
Well, that is in situations that do not involve my dad. If he’s involved I explode and then run away. That actually happens a lot because when we interact there is always tension. What are your best and worst qualities?
My best quality is that I am really smart. Not just above average smart but pretty exceptionally smart. I pick up new knowledge pretty quickly when it has peaked my interest.
My worst qualities? O boy, this is going to be a long list. Let's just settle down at the campfire for a night or two so that I can give you a brief summary. Feeling comfortable right now? Need a blanket for the cold? A glass of milk or do you prefer something stronger? Oh? You want me to get back on topic, right? My worst qualities? I am chaos incarnated. My ability to focus and stick to a plan for longer than a few seconds is next to none. I’m not really a plan guy to be honest. More of a dive in head first and improvise on the spot type of guy. Another bad quality about me is that I get distracted easily. Did you know a good pianist is playing in the saloon right now? We should go, take some whiskeys, dance all night and o wait? Am I off topic again? I think you get the deal, right?What is something about yourself that you would never admit to anyone?
I have always known about the money my father borrowed in order to pay for my education. He gave me everything he had and more so that I could support the family and what did I do? I pursued selfish interests and wasted the opportunities given before I sended enough money back home for father to pay off his debts.What are your dreams?
O boy, my dreams? I got lots of them and they change every few seconds. Sometimes I dream about having a quiet life on a ranch herding cattle with my wife and kids but then I get bored of that dream. I also dream about being an outlaw gunslinger chasing evil doers, like those who cheat on their spouses, those who don’t cheat in card games and uhm those who spill milk. Definitely that last one. Major crime in my book. Sometimes I dream about being king of the world. But the idea that I have to listen to the rambling of advisors all day just puts me off.
But all those dreams are superficial distractions from the dark reality. Just fiction made up in my mind to distract me from my failures and the mess I created. My dream is to start over and do it right. Repair the damage I have done and then leave it all behind.How do you want to be seen by others?
Not as the real me. Others cannot know what I have done. Especially not when they go on a long and dangerous journey with me. The moment they learn that I ditched my responsibilities in favor of self interest they will lose faith in me.
So I want to be seen as competent, dependable and happy and fun loving. How do you see yourself?
Damn, I don’t really like to talk about such deep stuff you know. Can’t we just change subjects to something more interesting like the discussion of the pro’s and con’s of TNT in relation to nitroglycerin?
Anyway, the truth is that I can barely look at myself without seeing my own failures and shortcomings. I know the peril I put my family in and I carry that burden with me every day. But rather than dealing with it I try to run away from it as much as possible. Bury it deep within my soul.Do you tend to make snap judgements, or stop and think about things?
No thinking allowed in my brain! Seriously, why, why do people always make plans, they go to ruin anyway. Better jump in head first, improvise on the spot, run around in utter chaos and at the end of the day you have done something entirely different.What haunts you?
The fact that my dad is right. I failed my family. They invested all the money they had in me, borrowed a lot more and I failed to keep my job and financially support them.What is your philosophy on life?
Go with the flow and never look back. Also avoid mirrors because those things force you to look at yourself.
(Note: You do not have to fill out every single bullet point, as long as you have at least one filled out on each topic).ℍ𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕤:
- Not being able to sit still in one place for a short duration
- Always fiddling with stuff in his hands.
- Thinkering with his alchemy supplies. Nothing beats coming up with new formulas and mixtures that create even better explosions.
- Alchemy studies
- Responsibility, nothing is more scary than being responsible for others.
- Thunder fears that he will never be able to overcome his own shortcomings.
- Blowing stuff up
- Studying alchemy
- Getting distracted from the mess he created with any means possible
- Making specialized leisure potions for people with weird, funny but harmless effects
- Being silent
- Sitting still
- Talking about his feelings
- Rigid structures and plans that are set in stone
- His father expectations
- His own failures
- Exceptionally fast runner - Very handy for when you cut the fuse too short.
- Highly intelligent and very well educated
- Dark vision
- Proficient in Elven, Dwarven, Orcish and Draconic in both written and word.
- Pretending to be far happier than he actually is.
- Decent shot with a pistol.
- Expert alchemist: Thunder acquired his masters degree in Alchemy 4 years ago at one of the most prestigious universities in the country. He has extensive knowledge of the science of alchemy that goes beyond making predetermined mixtures. He knows how various alchemical compounds react to each other and what they do in various biological bodies. He knows how to extract the useful elements from many basic resources and can make many mixtures on the spot with basic materials he can find in his surroundings.
- Explosives expert: Thunder has worked for a while as master of explosives for the Carnegie mining company. He was responsible for making all explosives and calculating how much was needed and where it should be placed to yield the desired effect.
- Excellent mathematician: Thunder can solve complex mathematical problems with relative ease. If something involves calculations, Thunder can work it out.
- Retractable claws that he hardly ever used. Thunder doesn’t like to get physical.
- An extensive portable alchemy kit containing numerous viles, flasks, scales and other instruments.
- Various notebooks containing recipes, observations and other research notes. Many are in common but other notes are in elven, dwarfish and even draconic. Some pages are still free.
- Pencil and ink
- Several pre-made potions that calm emotions and increase focus.
- A potion of alcohol resistance.
- A bag of holding containing many raw ingredients for various alchemical recipes.
- A case of dynamite and detonators
- Several homemade throwable explosives
- Colt .45 revolver
- A waterskin and some rations
- A heavy backpack and saddlebags to carry all the alchemy equipment
O boy, you want to hear my life’s story? Well, that is not the most interesting story to tell. In fact, most of my life has been rather boring. You sure you wanna know this info? Well, ok then. Here we go!
I was born on a farm as the oldest of 7 siblings. My mother named me Roaring Thunder. I still wonder to this day if she secretly is some kind of seer who can see in the future. The name she gave me proved to be extremely fitting and was given to me long before I built my first bomb.
Anyway, I told you I was born on a farm, right? It was called Aster plains. Well, farm life sucks. It’s dull, boring monotomous and every day the fucking same. Get out of bed early, collect the eggs, feed the chickens, milk the cows, sow the crops, harvest stuff. 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year. Doing the same stuff as my father, grandfather, great great grandfather exactly the same way. How can anybody live like that? Well, not me. Farm life just does not suit me at all.
Dad forced me to help out as much on the farm as possible from an early age and me? Well, I did whatever I could come up with to bail out of those chores. Pretending to be sick, running away, arguing endlessly and doing whatever I can to mess them up. Needless to say that Dad and I collided on a very regular basis from very early on.
Now that I look back on it, I was quite the handful for my dad. I did whatever I could to annoy him and one way to do it was to get all kinds of kitchen and farm supplies and see what I could do with it. What happens when I mix it? Will it burn? Does it smell horribly? It really interested me to see what all kinds of things could do from a young age.
But when my siblings got born dad introduced a new concept to me. Responsibility. I had to be a great example for my siblings. Show them how to properly behave. Setting the shed on fire wasn’t one of them. No, I definitely was not the example my old man wanted me to be. I was a great example of what would happen if you stepped out of line.
The only true light in the darkness at the farm was when the teacher came around. He was a neighbour, very old but also really smart. He quickly discovered that I was actually pretty good at learning stuff as long as it peaked my interests. Where I usually was a ball of annoying energy running around, I suddenly could sit silently and listen. Within a year I was better at reading and writing than mom and dad.
The truth was that I was smarter than my parents, smarter than my siblings and smarter than the neighborhood kids. The teacher said so. I did not only learn to read and write common. I also mastered Elvish, Dwarven and Draconic. He teached me about the history of the world, the periodic table of alchemy, the workings of magic and mathematics. It was the teacher who convinced dad that I should go to the capital to get proper education.
Through his connections I was allowed to do the entry exam for one of the most prestigious universities in the land. A place where all the rich people would send their offspring too to get them some little more status. As if being the son or daughter of a wealthy industrialist or landowner wasn’t enough.
To be honest, I felt pretty weird sitting there, surrounded by all those high society people doing the exam. I could feel their gazes in my back. I could almost hear them thinking out loud, what does that worker among the elite? He does not belong here. Well, the entry exam test score shut them all up. It was the 2nd highest of that year.
Did I tell you about the elf I met during the entry exam? The dude was so proud of his elven status and he bragged about how he received 50 years of education and would get the highest score of all? Well he failed. Still met the dude on the first day of my alchemy study. Apparently money is a substitute for intellectual prowess these days.
Anyway, my education went pretty smoothly. My classmates always called me farmboy because of my origines and some even went as far as suggesting that I should go back to chase the mice away from the farm. Imagine the looks on their faces when their dormitory room went boom. I still deny my involvement to this day.
After graduating with a masters degree I got a job as an explosive master at the Carnegie mining corporation. The pay was pretty good and how could I ever grow bored of blowing stuff up?
Well, it turns out I can. In fact for 12 hours a day, 6 days a week I would make the same explosives, run the same calculations. Then it gets old pretty quickly. I started to look for ways to make it more interesting. You experiment with different formulas. I made the explosives smaller while retaining their power but the bosses were not impressed as these were a bit more expensive than the regular ones. Next I tried adding color. You know that when you add Barium Nitrate to the blasting powder you get a green explosion. It is really neat and the boys down in the mines loved it too. To see all kinds of different colored explosions made their lives more bearable. But the bosses didn’t like it because, you know, it costs more money. Somehow it looks like humans only think of money o and complaining. Definitely the last part.
I met a very interesting tiefling during my days at the mining company. Everybody avoided her because you know, devil spawn and stuff like that. Humans are so judgemental and Elves too. Pointy ears might be even worse. Especially the ones that call the selves High Elves. Talking about elves, what do you call an Elf that smokes opium all day? ……. A high elf. Get it? They somehow didn’t like that joke. Such snobs, those elfs. No sense of humor at all.
Anyway, I was talking about the tiefling. She was an alchemist too. However she specialized in medical applications. A lot of accidents happen in mining operations and training new people costs money. Something the human bosses didn’t like. So they hired the tiefling to patch up those who got injured. She had developed a very special way to deal with lost limbs. She managed to combine mechanical limbs with magic to replace them. A rather expensive procedure but some highly skilled workers were worth it. Also it proved to be a good way to get workers indebted to the company and force them to work for free for years. The human bosses sure liked that.
Anyway, I used the money I earned to buy one for my brother Rain. Not a regular model but something more high end. It has this nice feature that you can adapt the length. Rain is still a growing boy so his other leg will increase in length. At least he was at the time that I bought it. Now he has grown into a fine adult Tabaxi. He had his fuckups in life but at least he turned out better than me.
You think I’m too harsh on myself now? Well, you wanted to know my life’s story. Remember that I was talking about my job at the mining company? Well, I wasted most of my earnings on buying alchemy supplies for hobby projects, only sended small parts back home while dad had spent more money on my education than he could have ever made in profit with the farm in the past 30 years. And on top of that I got fired. Well, that is what you get for wasting money that belongs to humans on unnecessary stuff like colored explosions.
Do you know what the worst part is? Humans talk, bitch and complain to each other all the time. Fuckup at one employee and no other wants to hire you in my field. It sucks but I should have known. No, the truth is I always had known. Don’t mess around with the money of humans. Only bad things will happen.
So yeah, broke and unemployed I returned home to face my father. I didn’t send a letter home to give them a warning in advance. When I stood there we exchanged glances. We both instantly knew why I was back and what it meant. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, it slowly turned into hopelessness and finally into anger. He was raging about it, about how I jeopardize the family and that I should make up for my failures. And what Did I do? Well, I stormed away angrily, went to the nearest saloon and spent my last money on whiskey and hookers. Maybe one day I will live up to my fathers expectations, just not today.𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪:
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The sound of explosions is music to my ears.𝔸𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔼𝕝𝕤𝕖: