Welcome,
Who are you?
(Don't make this too outrageous please)
Name:
Age:
Bio:
Race:
Inventory:
Skills:
I'll be using a Xd6 where X is your current level. Depending on the hardness of the role, I'll be using either the Median or the Highest roll/s. Everything really depends on me!
1:Peasant
2:Worker
3:Soldier - Merchant
4:Knight - Higher Level Merchant
5:Baron - Leader of a Bank/Company
6:Viscount
7:Royal/Prince
8:King
9:Goddamn Emperor
Have fun building!
I'll be using a 1d4 to determine your level. If you role a 3 or a 4, you get to pick whether you want to be a Merchant or Soldier. Once you hit 6, you will become a noble, even if you are still a merchant!
Characters:Name: Derf
Age: 121
Bio: It's christmas, CBA to write an actual bio. Like, maybe he got stuck with a polymorph or something. Maybe he's lying. Maybe he offered to help Santa with christmas. Who gives a damn? He had 40 silver coins, but bought a backpack to keep his stuff in.
Race: Elf, but used to be a dragon.
Inventory: Three minced pies, a silly hat, 1 silly jacket, 1 sharpened candy cane, 1 backpack, and thirty (30) silver coins. Also thirteen (13) gold coins, but they are made of chocolate.
Skills: Being An Elf (3)
Being A Dragon (10)
Killing People And Taking All Their Stuff (4)
Killing People For Trying To Take Your Stuff (3)
Not Killing People And Taking All Their Stuff(2)
Being Santa's Little Helper (-2)
Knitting (13)
Name: Anders Andersson XIII
Age: 25
Bio: Born to a poor noble (Named Anders Andersson) Anders was raised with the harshness of monetary hardships. As such, Anders from birth has been trained in the art of money-saving and knows the life of a peasant just as well as one. With aspirations of becoming a just, honorable ruler (just as his Great*10 Grandfather Anders I) was, Anders will stop at nothing (except perhaps a lack of funds) to see his ambitions fulfilled, through cooperation with others and the sweat of his own brow.
Race: 80% Human 20% Elf
Inventory: 1 Iron Shield, Leather Armor, 50 gold coins, Legendary Sword of Anders I
Skills:
Public Speaking (8 )
Frugality (7)
Swordfighting (4)
Man Of The People (6)
Charitable (3)
Leadership (10)
Name: Chunk
Age: 20
Bio: Chunk lived in some swamp or marsh far from civilization, where the Crocodilians and other savage races lived. He grew up learning the ways of a hunter. One day, as he was out hunting alone, he was found and captured by a roving band of slavers. He was enslaved and sold to some crime boss. He did most of the menial work, such as carrying and preparing boxes of various items, or cleaning his hideout. One day, the crime boss was captured by a group of paladins in service to the god of law. He was found and taken in by the paladins, learning their ways. He plans to one day lead expeditions to discover the rest of his tribe and to rid the continent of slavery.
Race: Crocodilian (Humanoid crocodiles)
Inventory: Chainmail, heavy steel battleaxe, helmet, boots, chain leggings, 2 small pouches.
Skills: Biting
Sneaking
Axe-fighting
Armor usage
Hunting and scavenging
Knowledge of swamp flora and fauna
Cleaning
Praying
Carrying things
Name: Shokka Gearbeard
Age: 22
Bio: The ale-soaked origins of this crime against nature cannot be described without descending into madness. Suffice to say it involved a gnome, a dwarf, a llama and a carp barbershop quartet.
Race: Dwarf/Gnome Hybrid
Inventory: wrench, hammer, other such equipment.
Skills:
Traps!
Smithing!
Squashing Things With A Warhammer!
Drinking!
Dwarf Fu!
Name: Kathan
Age: 15
Bio: A person who raised himself in the wilderness, and could never bother learning how to use a bow and arrow. As such, he preferred to hunt with his bare hands and collect firewood by punching trees. He would also occasionally go to the taverns and get into brawls.
Race: Yellow
Inventory: Bare hands, a moderate amount of gold from selling bear pelts, relevant camping gear.
Skills:
Bare-handed beat-down
Chinese Karate
Camping
Hunting
Brawling
Name: Princess Barbrabell
Age: 22
Bio: Barbrabell was a nice girl being raised to rule over her kingdom, when one day, during an escorted trip to the forest, her party was attacked by a Minotaur. Everyone survived, but she was among the wounded, suffering from a nasty bite on the arm. It turned out she was infected, and thus is now a Were-Minotaur. She's noticeably more aggressive and hyper now. Also, when she gets particularly angry or upset, she turns into a rampaging minotaur.
Race: Human Were-Minotaur
Inventory: Elegant Dress, Necklace, Tiara, Jewelry, Lute, Great Axe (She's insisted on carrying this around ever since the minotaur incident.)
Skills:
Singing
Dancing
Lute Playing
Animal Care
Cooking
Horseback Riding
Turning Into A Goddamn Minotaur And Murdering Everyone
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