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[Ardent Debater]

I wasn't able to check my computer for a few days, looks pretty good so far. Bumping for more character sheets.

[Playergamer]

Shameless character sheet

Spoiler: HAHAHAHA (click to show/hide)

Name: Nikuz Zolak
Title: The Arcane Brewmaster
Appearance: No, he's not wearing robes. Just tattered peasant's clothing. And one artifact adamantine high boot. The dwarf's beard has been cut off, and will never regrow. Oh shame.
Race: As you might imagine... Dwarf.
Age: 32 years old. Scaled down to a human lifespan, he'd be a tad bit younger(18-24 perhaps? I'm not sure)
Magic: Biomancy-Hydromancy hybrid: Brewology, the magic of creating magical alcoholic beverages by manipulating the ingredients using Biomancy and creating the drink itself using Hydromancy. Nikuz is rather new to using this magic and isn't consistent with his results yet, hence he doesn't really have any "special/secret spells", per say.

Backstory/Origin: Nikuz was the dwarven king's personal brewmaster, in charge of providing the drinks for the king's parties and other social engagements... and personal consumption. He wasn't the best, but he was hardly the worst- the king didn't complain about Nikuz' drinks very often, after all. But one day, a rival appeared- Losush Kovest. And she was the bloody best brewer Nikuz ever saw in his life. Nikuz was far inferior to Losush. Understandably, the king preferred to have Losush as his brewer, rather than Nikuz. Nikuz didn't want to lose the perks and pay of being the king's brewmaster, so he proposed a game: Nikuz and Losush would both make their best drinks for the king's next party, and the king would keep the brewer who made the best drinks as his own, while sending the other away. The king, knowing Losush would most likely win, agreed.

Oh pride, oh folly.

Nikuz knew he was outmatched, but he stubbornly, pridefully, refused to give up. He worked himself into a frenzy. No- more than that. He worked himself into a strange mood. The next day, Nikuz and Losush delivered their works to the king. The party began. Losush's drinks were the first to be passed around, and as expected, they were masterful. The king was joyful... jubilant... happy. At that point, everybody knew who was going to be the winner, and trying Nikuz's drinks was only a courtesy. Still, the king was courteous. For a noble, anyway. So he ordered Nikuz's drinks passed around, and tried to enjoy them.

A few minutes later, the king(now a queen, actually) and the rest of his party guests, similarly but somewhat differently changed, stared at Nikuz with hatred in their eyes.

Nikuz realized what he had done. He was 99% overjoyed(strange mood success moodlet!) and 1% terrified.

Losush, exercising respect for a rival, if a prideful, arrogant, magical one, asked that Nikuz's life be spared. The queen agreed- but only so that Nikuz could suffer true LOSS.

Nikuz first had his beard cut off and the possibility of it growing back removed, courtesy of the queen's Conjuration. Then he was paraded in front of the population(all of it) for 3 days and nights, without food or alcoholic drinks. He was forced to live on WATER.
Then all of his possessions were stripped from him, and he was clothed in discarded migrant's clothing. And with that, he received an artifact adamantine high boot. As it turned out, the queen had had a strange mood of her own.

"2 years. That's all you have. I created this boot to make you SUFFER. Over the course of 2 years, it will leech your soul from your body. I never knew I knew Necromancy... At the end of that, you'll be barely alive. Barely. You'll barely be able to walk. And you will HURT. And a minute after those 2 years have passed, it will utilize your leeched soul energy and EXPLODE, taking with it you and everything around you in the radius of a small town."

"If you take it off... it will explode in a smaller explosion than the one that would have occurred if you had left it, but still large enough to kill you so thoroughly that the Silver Spring itself couldn't keep you alive. If your foot is cut off... it will explode. If it falls off accidentally... it will explode. If someone else takes it off... it will explode. If it comes off your foot, it will explode. If someone tampers with it without using my still beating heart as a reagent, it will explode. HAVE FUN. OR RATHER, DON'T."

A day later, Nikuz was beaten(twice), and sent out into the world. A week after that, he arrived at the Fiery Barrel Tavern&Inn.

And he was bloody hungry.

Eventual Goals: get free of the bloody boot without dying. Make the queen suffer, then die. Take the queen's place. Become a Legendary Brewer. Figure out how to utilize this strange hybrid magic.

Live a good life.

Positive Traits:
Talented Brewer
Skilled Liar
DETERMINATION

Negative Traits:
Prideful
Obsessive
Quick to Anger

+1

[Gwolfski]

Shameless character sheet

Spoiler: HAHAHAHA (click to show/hide)

Name: Nikuz Zolak
Title: The Arcane Brewmaster
Appearance: No, he's not wearing robes. Just tattered peasant's clothing. And one artifact adamantine high boot. The dwarf's beard has been cut off, and will never regrow. Oh shame.
Race: As you might imagine... Dwarf.
Age: 32 years old. Scaled down to a human lifespan, he'd be a tad bit younger(18-24 perhaps? I'm not sure)
Magic: Biomancy-Hydromancy hybrid: Brewology, the magic of creating magical alcoholic beverages by manipulating the ingredients using Biomancy and creating the drink itself using Hydromancy. Nikuz is rather new to using this magic and isn't consistent with his results yet, hence he doesn't really have any "special/secret spells", per say.

Backstory/Origin: Nikuz was the dwarven king's personal brewmaster, in charge of providing the drinks for the king's parties and other social engagements... and personal consumption. He wasn't the best, but he was hardly the worst- the king didn't complain about Nikuz' drinks very often, after all. But one day, a rival appeared- Losush Kovest. And she was the bloody best brewer Nikuz ever saw in his life. Nikuz was far inferior to Losush. Understandably, the king preferred to have Losush as his brewer, rather than Nikuz. Nikuz didn't want to lose the perks and pay of being the king's brewmaster, so he proposed a game: Nikuz and Losush would both make their best drinks for the king's next party, and the king would keep the brewer who made the best drinks as his own, while sending the other away. The king, knowing Losush would most likely win, agreed.

Oh pride, oh folly.

Nikuz knew he was outmatched, but he stubbornly, pridefully, refused to give up. He worked himself into a frenzy. No- more than that. He worked himself into a strange mood. The next day, Nikuz and Losush delivered their works to the king. The party began. Losush's drinks were the first to be passed around, and as expected, they were masterful. The king was joyful... jubilant... happy. At that point, everybody knew who was going to be the winner, and trying Nikuz's drinks was only a courtesy. Still, the king was courteous. For a noble, anyway. So he ordered Nikuz's drinks passed around, and tried to enjoy them.

A few minutes later, the king(now a queen, actually) and the rest of his party guests, similarly but somewhat differently changed, stared at Nikuz with hatred in their eyes.

Nikuz realized what he had done. He was 99% overjoyed(strange mood success moodlet!) and 1% terrified.

Losush, exercising respect for a rival, if a prideful, arrogant, magical one, asked that Nikuz's life be spared. The queen agreed- but only so that Nikuz could suffer true LOSS.

Nikuz first had his beard cut off and the possibility of it growing back removed, courtesy of the queen's Conjuration. Then he was paraded in front of the population(all of it) for 3 days and nights, without food or alcoholic drinks. He was forced to live on WATER.
Then all of his possessions were stripped from him, and he was clothed in discarded migrant's clothing. And with that, he received an artifact adamantine high boot. As it turned out, the queen had had a strange mood of her own.

"2 years. That's all you have. I created this boot to make you SUFFER. Over the course of 2 years, it will leech your soul from your body. I never knew I knew Necromancy... At the end of that, you'll be barely alive. Barely. You'll barely be able to walk. And you will HURT. And a minute after those 2 years have passed, it will utilize your leeched soul energy and EXPLODE, taking with it you and everything around you in the radius of a small town."

"If you take it off... it will explode in a smaller explosion than the one that would have occurred if you had left it, but still large enough to kill you so thoroughly that the Silver Spring itself couldn't keep you alive. If your foot is cut off... it will explode. If it falls off accidentally... it will explode. If someone else takes it off... it will explode. If it comes off your foot, it will explode. If someone tampers with it without using my still beating heart as a reagent, it will explode. HAVE FUN. OR RATHER, DON'T."

A day later, Nikuz was beaten(twice), and sent out into the world. A week after that, he arrived at the Fiery Barrel Tavern&Inn.

And he was bloody hungry.

Eventual Goals: get free of the bloody boot without dying. Make the queen suffer, then die. Take the queen's place. Become a Legendary Brewer. Figure out how to utilize this strange hybrid magic.

Live a good life.

Positive Traits:
Talented Brewer
Skilled Liar
DETERMINATION

Negative Traits:
Prideful
Obsessive
Quick to Anger

+1

+1

[Lermfish]

I know I won't get votes so I'll pass on making a sheet. I think the most interesting prospects that are different from the norm are biomancy, summoning, conjuration and illusions. Pretty much any combo you come up with will be epic.

[Yourmaster]

Shameless character sheet

Spoiler: HAHAHAHA (click to show/hide)

Name: Nikuz Zolak
Title: The Arcane Brewmaster
Appearance: No, he's not wearing robes. Just tattered peasant's clothing. And one artifact adamantine high boot. The dwarf's beard has been cut off, and will never regrow. Oh shame.
Race: As you might imagine... Dwarf.
Age: 32 years old. Scaled down to a human lifespan, he'd be a tad bit younger(18-24 perhaps? I'm not sure)
Magic: Biomancy-Hydromancy hybrid: Brewology, the magic of creating magical alcoholic beverages by manipulating the ingredients using Biomancy and creating the drink itself using Hydromancy. Nikuz is rather new to using this magic and isn't consistent with his results yet, hence he doesn't really have any "special/secret spells", per say.

Backstory/Origin: Nikuz was the dwarven king's personal brewmaster, in charge of providing the drinks for the king's parties and other social engagements... and personal consumption. He wasn't the best, but he was hardly the worst- the king didn't complain about Nikuz' drinks very often, after all. But one day, a rival appeared- Losush Kovest. And she was the bloody best brewer Nikuz ever saw in his life. Nikuz was far inferior to Losush. Understandably, the king preferred to have Losush as his brewer, rather than Nikuz. Nikuz didn't want to lose the perks and pay of being the king's brewmaster, so he proposed a game: Nikuz and Losush would both make their best drinks for the king's next party, and the king would keep the brewer who made the best drinks as his own, while sending the other away. The king, knowing Losush would most likely win, agreed.

Oh pride, oh folly.

Nikuz knew he was outmatched, but he stubbornly, pridefully, refused to give up. He worked himself into a frenzy. No- more than that. He worked himself into a strange mood. The next day, Nikuz and Losush delivered their works to the king. The party began. Losush's drinks were the first to be passed around, and as expected, they were masterful. The king was joyful... jubilant... happy. At that point, everybody knew who was going to be the winner, and trying Nikuz's drinks was only a courtesy. Still, the king was courteous. For a noble, anyway. So he ordered Nikuz's drinks passed around, and tried to enjoy them.

A few minutes later, the king(now a queen, actually) and the rest of his party guests, similarly but somewhat differently changed, stared at Nikuz with hatred in their eyes.

Nikuz realized what he had done. He was 99% overjoyed(strange mood success moodlet!) and 1% terrified.

Losush, exercising respect for a rival, if a prideful, arrogant, magical one, asked that Nikuz's life be spared. The queen agreed- but only so that Nikuz could suffer true LOSS.

Nikuz first had his beard cut off and the possibility of it growing back removed, courtesy of the queen's Conjuration. Then he was paraded in front of the population(all of it) for 3 days and nights, without food or alcoholic drinks. He was forced to live on WATER.
Then all of his possessions were stripped from him, and he was clothed in discarded migrant's clothing. And with that, he received an artifact adamantine high boot. As it turned out, the queen had had a strange mood of her own.

"2 years. That's all you have. I created this boot to make you SUFFER. Over the course of 2 years, it will leech your soul from your body. I never knew I knew Necromancy... At the end of that, you'll be barely alive. Barely. You'll barely be able to walk. And you will HURT. And a minute after those 2 years have passed, it will utilize your leeched soul energy and EXPLODE, taking with it you and everything around you in the radius of a small town."

"If you take it off... it will explode in a smaller explosion than the one that would have occurred if you had left it, but still large enough to kill you so thoroughly that the Silver Spring itself couldn't keep you alive. If your foot is cut off... it will explode. If it falls off accidentally... it will explode. If someone else takes it off... it will explode. If it comes off your foot, it will explode. If someone tampers with it without using my still beating heart as a reagent, it will explode. HAVE FUN. OR RATHER, DON'T."

A day later, Nikuz was beaten(twice), and sent out into the world. A week after that, he arrived at the Fiery Barrel Tavern&Inn.

And he was bloody hungry.

Eventual Goals: get free of the bloody boot without dying. Make the queen suffer, then die. Take the queen's place. Become a Legendary Brewer. Figure out how to utilize this strange hybrid magic.

Live a good life.

Positive Traits:
Talented Brewer
Skilled Liar
DETERMINATION

Negative Traits:
Prideful
Obsessive
Quick to Anger

+1

+1

-1, since Gwolfski voted twice.

[FallacyofUrist]

Actually Gwolfski voted 3 times... once +1 to mine, then he changed his mind to -1... then he changed his mind to +1...

[High tyrol]

I have an idea for a character but I won't post it unless anyone wants a third option. He's a middle-aged human specialising in conjuration

I humbly request you post this character.

[Lermfish]

I have an idea for a character but I won't post it unless anyone wants a third option. He's a middle-aged human specialising in conjuration

Well, post it so we can light a fire under this thing. Time's a-wastin', kid.

[Swords-Otter]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Eilore Frysphian
Title: sometimes he tells people he is just a lost man wandering the world in search of himself.
Appearance:If you didn't know better you'd think him just a common traveler. He wears worn out traveling clothes an old patched cloak. his face could be considered handsome but signs of his age do show; slight wrinkles can be seen on his face and streaks of gray run through his braided blond hair and scruffy beard.     
Race:human
Age:43
Magic:conjuration he has become adept at spells to pacify enemies without killing them but that doesn't mean he's any worse at killing someone if he has to.
Backstory:He once was considered a prodigy, becoming the most powerful wizard in his home kingdom by the age of eighteen.when the king heard of his talents he took him in at a young age and treated like a son, grooming him to become the eventual Master of Wizardry. These two things gave Eilore a big head, he spent his youth flaunting his wealth always sneaking out at night drinking, brawling, and getting into trouble. One day an old man came to the kingdom to seek the position of Master of Wizardry as the old Master recently passed away. The king was going to give this man the position when Eilore became furious that he was not being given the position. The two mens arguments quickly became a duel, and after a long and difficult fight Eilore won and the crumpled old man slunk away beaten and broken. But his absence was not long for he returned a fortnight later and killed Eilore's newlywed wife after Eilore tracked him down and destroyed him he exiled himself from the kingdom thinking it his arrogance that killed his beloved. He was twenty three then and he has spent the time since wandering to all four corners of the world looking for someone he never knew.         
Eventual Goal:come to solace.
Positive Traits:worldly wise, talented with magic, even temper (now).
Negative Traits:can't accept himself, never stays in one place for too long, Helluva drinking problem

[High tyrol]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Eilore Frysphian
Title: sometimes he tells people he is just a lost man wandering the world in search of himself.
Appearance:If you didn't know better you'd think him just a common traveler. He wears worn out traveling clothes an old patched cloak. his face could be considered handsome but signs of his age do show; slight wrinkles can be seen on his face and streaks of gray run through his braided blond hair and scruffy beard.     
Race:human
Age:43
Magic:conjuration he has become adept at spells to pacify enemies without killing them but that doesn't mean he's any worse at killing someone if he has to.
Backstory:He once was considered a prodigy, becoming the most powerful wizard in his home kingdom by the age of eighteen.when the king heard of his talents he took him in at a young age and treated like a son, grooming him to become the eventual Master of Wizardry. These two things gave Eilore a big head, he spent his youth flaunting his wealth always sneaking out at night drinking, brawling, and getting into trouble. One day an old man came to the kingdom to seek the position of Master of Wizardry as the old Master recently passed away. The king was going to give this man the position when Eilore became furious that he was not being given the position. The two mens arguments quickly became a duel, and after a long and difficult fight Eilore won and the crumpled old man slunk away beaten and broken. But his absence was not long for he returned a fortnight later and killed Eilore's newlywed wife after Eilore tracked him down and destroyed him he exiled himself from the kingdom thinking it his arrogance that killed his beloved. He was twenty three then and he has spent the time since wandering to all four corners of the world looking for someone he never knew.         
Eventual Goal:come to solace.
Positive Traits:worldly wise, talented with magic, even temper (now).
Negative Traits:can't accept himself, never stays in one place for too long, Helluva drinking problem

I like much better than that stinking elf

[TheBiggerFish]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Eilore Frysphian
Title: sometimes he tells people he is just a lost man wandering the world in search of himself.
Appearance:If you didn't know better you'd think him just a common traveler. He wears worn out traveling clothes an old patched cloak. his face could be considered handsome but signs of his age do show; slight wrinkles can be seen on his face and streaks of gray run through his braided blond hair and scruffy beard.     
Race:human
Age:43
Magic:conjuration he has become adept at spells to pacify enemies without killing them but that doesn't mean he's any worse at killing someone if he has to.
Backstory:He once was considered a prodigy, becoming the most powerful wizard in his home kingdom by the age of eighteen.when the king heard of his talents he took him in at a young age and treated like a son, grooming him to become the eventual Master of Wizardry. These two things gave Eilore a big head, he spent his youth flaunting his wealth always sneaking out at night drinking, brawling, and getting into trouble. One day an old man came to the kingdom to seek the position of Master of Wizardry as the old Master recently passed away. The king was going to give this man the position when Eilore became furious that he was not being given the position. The two mens arguments quickly became a duel, and after a long and difficult fight Eilore won and the crumpled old man slunk away beaten and broken. But his absence was not long for he returned a fortnight later and killed Eilore's newlywed wife after Eilore tracked him down and destroyed him he exiled himself from the kingdom thinking it his arrogance that killed his beloved. He was twenty three then and he has spent the time since wandering to all four corners of the world looking for someone he never knew.         
Eventual Goal:come to solace.
Positive Traits:worldly wise, talented with magic, even temper (now).
Negative Traits:can't accept himself, never stays in one place for too long, Helluva drinking problem

I like much better than that stinking elf

I like this one, actually.

[Ardent Debater]

I'll wait a few days for votes.

[Yourmaster]

Still deadlocked, it seems.

[Lermfish]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name:Eilore Frysphian
Title: sometimes he tells people he is just a lost man wandering the world in search of himself.
Appearance:If you didn't know better you'd think him just a common traveler. He wears worn out traveling clothes an old patched cloak. his face could be considered handsome but signs of his age do show; slight wrinkles can be seen on his face and streaks of gray run through his braided blond hair and scruffy beard.     
Race:human
Age:43
Magic:conjuration he has become adept at spells to pacify enemies without killing them but that doesn't mean he's any worse at killing someone if he has to.
Backstory:He once was considered a prodigy, becoming the most powerful wizard in his home kingdom by the age of eighteen.when the king heard of his talents he took him in at a young age and treated like a son, grooming him to become the eventual Master of Wizardry. These two things gave Eilore a big head, he spent his youth flaunting his wealth always sneaking out at night drinking, brawling, and getting into trouble. One day an old man came to the kingdom to seek the position of Master of Wizardry as the old Master recently passed away. The king was going to give this man the position when Eilore became furious that he was not being given the position. The two mens arguments quickly became a duel, and after a long and difficult fight Eilore won and the crumpled old man slunk away beaten and broken. But his absence was not long for he returned a fortnight later and killed Eilore's newlywed wife after Eilore tracked him down and destroyed him he exiled himself from the kingdom thinking it his arrogance that killed his beloved. He was twenty three then and he has spent the time since wandering to all four corners of the world looking for someone he never knew.         
Eventual Goal:come to solace.
Positive Traits:worldly wise, talented with magic, even temper (now).
Negative Traits:can't accept himself, never stays in one place for too long, Helluva drinking problem

+1 this instead. It wins.

Now that we have a winning vote, we're all good.

[Hiddenleafguy]

Shameless character sheet

Spoiler: HAHAHAHA (click to show/hide)

Name: Nikuz Zolak
Title: The Arcane Brewmaster
Appearance: No, he's not wearing robes. Just tattered peasant's clothing. And one artifact adamantine high boot. The dwarf's beard has been cut off, and will never regrow. Oh shame.
Race: As you might imagine... Dwarf.
Age: 32 years old. Scaled down to a human lifespan, he'd be a tad bit younger(18-24 perhaps? I'm not sure)
Magic: Biomancy-Hydromancy hybrid: Brewology, the magic of creating magical alcoholic beverages by manipulating the ingredients using Biomancy and creating the drink itself using Hydromancy. Nikuz is rather new to using this magic and isn't consistent with his results yet, hence he doesn't really have any "special/secret spells", per say.

Backstory/Origin: Nikuz was the dwarven king's personal brewmaster, in charge of providing the drinks for the king's parties and other social engagements... and personal consumption. He wasn't the best, but he was hardly the worst- the king didn't complain about Nikuz' drinks very often, after all. But one day, a rival appeared- Losush Kovest. And she was the bloody best brewer Nikuz ever saw in his life. Nikuz was far inferior to Losush. Understandably, the king preferred to have Losush as his brewer, rather than Nikuz. Nikuz didn't want to lose the perks and pay of being the king's brewmaster, so he proposed a game: Nikuz and Losush would both make their best drinks for the king's next party, and the king would keep the brewer who made the best drinks as his own, while sending the other away. The king, knowing Losush would most likely win, agreed.

Oh pride, oh folly.

Nikuz knew he was outmatched, but he stubbornly, pridefully, refused to give up. He worked himself into a frenzy. No- more than that. He worked himself into a strange mood. The next day, Nikuz and Losush delivered their works to the king. The party began. Losush's drinks were the first to be passed around, and as expected, they were masterful. The king was joyful... jubilant... happy. At that point, everybody knew who was going to be the winner, and trying Nikuz's drinks was only a courtesy. Still, the king was courteous. For a noble, anyway. So he ordered Nikuz's drinks passed around, and tried to enjoy them.

A few minutes later, the king(now a queen, actually) and the rest of his party guests, similarly but somewhat differently changed, stared at Nikuz with hatred in their eyes.

Nikuz realized what he had done. He was 99% overjoyed(strange mood success moodlet!) and 1% terrified.

Losush, exercising respect for a rival, if a prideful, arrogant, magical one, asked that Nikuz's life be spared. The queen agreed- but only so that Nikuz could suffer true LOSS.

Nikuz first had his beard cut off and the possibility of it growing back removed, courtesy of the queen's Conjuration. Then he was paraded in front of the population(all of it) for 3 days and nights, without food or alcoholic drinks. He was forced to live on WATER.
Then all of his possessions were stripped from him, and he was clothed in discarded migrant's clothing. And with that, he received an artifact adamantine high boot. As it turned out, the queen had had a strange mood of her own.

"2 years. That's all you have. I created this boot to make you SUFFER. Over the course of 2 years, it will leech your soul from your body. I never knew I knew Necromancy... At the end of that, you'll be barely alive. Barely. You'll barely be able to walk. And you will HURT. And a minute after those 2 years have passed, it will utilize your leeched soul energy and EXPLODE, taking with it you and everything around you in the radius of a small town."

"If you take it off... it will explode in a smaller explosion than the one that would have occurred if you had left it, but still large enough to kill you so thoroughly that the Silver Spring itself couldn't keep you alive. If your foot is cut off... it will explode. If it falls off accidentally... it will explode. If someone else takes it off... it will explode. If it comes off your foot, it will explode. If someone tampers with it without using my still beating heart as a reagent, it will explode. HAVE FUN. OR RATHER, DON'T."

A day later, Nikuz was beaten(twice), and sent out into the world. A week after that, he arrived at the Fiery Barrel Tavern&Inn.

And he was bloody hungry.

Eventual Goals: get free of the bloody boot without dying. Make the queen suffer, then die. Take the queen's place. Become a Legendary Brewer. Figure out how to utilize this strange hybrid magic.

Live a good life.

Positive Traits:
Talented Brewer
Skilled Liar
DETERMINATION

Negative Traits:
Prideful
Obsessive
Quick to Anger

+1