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[ReynTheLord]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Hero Name: Elise Bladeheart
Archetype: Somewhere between knight and mage, Focusing on transfiguration style magic.
Level: 1
Player: ReynTheLord
Physical Description: Human Female appearing to be in her Mid 20's. Weighs 120 pounds and stands at 5' 3.4". Hair is Dark brown, Eyes are green. Caucasian. A Brand in the shape of a Dragon is on her cheek, seemingly burned onto her.
Bio: (Since there's really no world yet, there's really no reason to put anything here...but, I'd be impressed if you did.) (I can edit this if you need your bio and shit now)



Attributes
Physical
Agility=3
Dodge attacks, move with stealth, perform acrobatics, shoot a bow, pick a pocket

Fortitude=2
Wear heavy armor, resist poison, shrug off pain, exert yourself physically

Might=2
Swing a maul, jump over a chasm, break down a door, wrestle a foe to submission

Social
Deception=0
Tell a lie, bluff at cards, disguise yourself, spread rumors, swindle a sucker

Presence=2
Give a speech, sing a song, inspire an army, exert your force of personality, have luck smile upon you

Persuasion=3
Negotiate a deal, convince someone, haggle a good price, pry information

Mental
Learning=3
Recall facts about history, arcane magic, the natural world, etc.

Logic=3
Solve riddles, decipher a code, improvise a tool, understand the enemy’s strategy, find a loophole

Perception=1
Sense ulterior motives, track someone, catch a gut feeling, spot a hidden foe, find a secret door

Will=0
Maintain your resolve, overcome adversity, resist torture, stay awake on watch, stave off insanity

Supernatural
Abjuration=0
Protect from damage, break enchantments, dispel magic, bind demons

Alteration=3
Change shape, alter molecular structures, transmute one material into another

Creation=0
Channeling higher powers for healing, creation, resurrection, divine might, etc.

Divination=0
See the future, read minds or auras, detect magic or evil, scry, communicate with extraplanar entities

Enchantment=0
Control the minds of others, dominate wills, speak telepathically, instill supernatural fear

Energy=0
Create and control the elements–fire, cold, electricity, etc.

Entropy=0
Disintegrate matter, kill with a word, create undead, sicken others

Illusion=0
Create illusory figments, deceive the senses, cloak with invisibility

Movement=0
Teleport, Fly, Hasten, Slow

Defenses
Toughness = Fortitude + 10
Evasion = Agility + 10
Resolve = Presence + Will + 10
Hit Points = 2 x (Fortitude + Presence + Will) + 10

Feats
http://www.openlegendrpg.com/feats

Feat Points Remaining: 3

1.Alternate Form Tier 1, Alternate form is Nymph
2.Supernatural Focus: Voice
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Race and Bonus
~Choose one race and one racial ability. Feel free to trim down this section to whatever you choose, you don't need to list everything.~




HUMAN


~Human Learning. You have a knack for picking up new skills. Once per day, provided you are not under pressure from an inordinately tight deadline, you can automatically succeed at a non-attack action roll that relates to some craft, trade, skill, or similar work provided it is Difficulty Level 2 or less.



Equipment

Bard Kit: Longsword, Longbow, Dagger, Leather Armor, Adventurers Pack

Boons and Banes
~whatever ones you've unlocked are listed here. I can fill this in if you don't want to-they're based on the attributes you picked.~
http://www.openlegendrpg.com/banes
http://www.openlegendrpg.com/boons

[Dwarmin]

~snip~

Are you gonna say hello or something...? Also I'm pretty sure they changed some things about the character creation since we last used that.

It's missing some happy little trees.

*beats the devil out*

[Dwarmin]

((The sheet you have there is outdated, I traded away the Untrackable feat, remember? Got attractive instead, I think. Either way, from my understanding, untrackable is gone.))

You missed the part where I missed the part that those feats were not actually removed, but they weren't on the table of contents so I just thought they were removed, but they actually weren't!

I did forget to update your racial traits on this sheet tho.

[Caellath]

Since I have no idea what to play, I'll post the concepts I have so far in spoilers. These vary from serious, to less serious, to silly. I finished some but I'm still working on writing down the rest. Character concept repository:

Spoiler: Lord of Salem (click to show/hide)

Stats:
Attributes: Agility 5 - Fortitude 2 - Might 2 | Perception 3 - Will 4 | Presence 2
Feats: Combat Momentum, Evasive Footwork, Great Leap. (2 pts remaining)
Perks: Observant
Flaws: Stubborn, Zealous
Equipment: Adventurer's Pack, Scale Shirt (Heavy), Crossbow, Glaive, Small Shield, Dagger x9, Spear.
Flavor: Ruthless witch/monster hunter flavored after USA's pilgrim witch-hunters. See Rob Zombie's video clip "Lords of Salem" for a better image.
Mechanically: No magic. Focus on Physical and Mental stats. Main physical stats are Ag and Fort; Mental, Will and Per. Maybe a smattering of a social stat; possibly Presence to create angry mobs. He's basically a furious murderer with an assassin's agility.
Sample Backstory: Witch-hunting runs in the family. Or at least it did for the families that were part of a detestable organization dedicated to eradicating spellcasters in name of religious beliefs. Calling themselves witch-hunters or witch-burners, the clan was formed from families of varying social strata who shared the same despise towards magical creatures and those who dared consort with the wild energies of magic. Supported by a burgeoning religious that preached magic to be the antithesis of holy, for miracles could only be manifested by their deity and their chosen, the hunters initially were nothing but a quaint nuisance. Putting weak mages or innocents to the pyre was easy, but actual threats consistently caused the group loss of life and limb despite their unabating enthusiasm. Added to that was their reach, limited to a few burgs of the Kingdom of Bosomnh, all of them controlled by the ruling council of the hunters' clan.

The organization started to become a problem as several generations passed and its composition began changing from enthusiastic fodder to trained killers. Each new batch of members received actual training from survivors of the last hunts, and the quaint little club saw their influence spread as members spread across the high echelons of their home kingdom. It was then that they became a credible threat. Evil wizards and man-eating beasts were flashy and easy enough to find, and so they were the preferred targets, but they weren't the only ones. The hunters became infamous due to their callous attitude and fury, and what could spiral into something much worse was ultimately stopped by the Legendary League in a well-prepared attack spearheaded by ambushes and strikes at the council's sources of wealth.

With many of their most vicious hunters dead or jailed and their political influence suffering the effects of several strikes, the hunters accepted a deal that would let them survive the conflict with some of their power. They had grown big enough that excising them from Bosomnh and the neighboring kingdoms would take too much effort, and so they were granted the opportunity to continue hunting as long as they signed a binding treaty. Their targets were from then on limited to those acceptable by the League's standards, and to ensure cooperation a few of the youngest hunters—offspring of the organization's leaders and elders—were drafted into the League to provide them with a new, more open-minded education.

In practice, the Legendary League gained fuming—and monster and magic-hating—attack dogs restrained by loyalty to their elders and an absolute hate of breaking oaths. So far there haven't been any serious incidents, though it's advised they're to be paired with non-magical humans for the lesser amount of attrition. The hunter assigned to the party is part of the new batch and theoretically more accepting of differences and allied spellcasters, but he might as well be concealing a permanent scowl under the cloth that covers his face.

Spoiler: Plague Doctor (click to show/hide)

Flavor: A plague doctor, complete with ominous mask, attire and paraphernalia. Actually good at medicine, though.
Mechanically: Natural and magical medical knowledge. Focus on utility, some secondary combat ability.
Sample Backstory: Plagues both magical and mundane strike the populace, but their hunger is usually more rapacious among the poor. The wealthy and well-connected are quick to find physicians and mystic healers, while in the underbelly of society those who can spare little put all their hopes into medicinal herbs and folkloric knowledge. Often it isn't enough. Who is the dark, foreboding figure in a white mask that glides amidst the dead and dying, trying to save those that still have a chance and providing relief to those who have no future but pain before death.

As it turns out, someone more sociable than they look at first glance.

Donato was the firstborn of a family with a long story of effectively using medicinal herbs and potions to cure diseases. He helped his parents from a young age, and was slowly introduced to the secrets of the trade. His learning process was hastened by the sudden arrival of the "dark spots" disease that spread like wildfire in southern Samara. Skilled apothecaries and talented physicians, his parents worked day and night to find ways to control the symptoms and then find a cure. When the demand for their services became overwhelming, a teenage Donato was called in to help with visitations while his younger brothers and sisters took care of more menial tasks.

Many of the requests fulfilled by his parents came from the richer folks, who could easily pay for the whole treatment, provide transportation and lodging for the family and also threaten with violence in case their initial pleas weren't heard. That didn't stop Donato from seeing how the common folk also suffered, lacking the means to save themselves. Watching human suffering from so close was part of what made him a driven physician. Watching patients die was painful, but with time he learned it was important to be there even if he didn't want to. He learned to consistently make small chat, tell stories and distract people from their coming demise when there was nothing else that could be done. It wasn't much, but it was all he could do.

In the end, he joined the League in order to hopefully save people on a larger scale as well as amass a sizeable fortune with which to spread his charitable efforts.

Spoiler: Fantasy Billy Mays (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Hi Artheus Tesso here! I'm here to show you this beautiful longsword, finely-made by the best smiths this side of the ocean. But wait there's more, if you purchase it now the scabbard is included free of charge, a beautiful thing made of top-notch leather. But I'm still not done, how about this, this parrying dagger comes...
Mechanically: High Mental and Social attributes, focus on Deception, Persuasion, Perception.
Sample Backstory: That night, the darkness of the moonless sky was only broken by the constant criss-cross of lightning strikes coming from the clouds above. It would be an understatement to call it rain—the downpour had been going for over an hour and it seemed only a God would be able to appease nature's fury. The hulking figure of a muscular man wandered into the small town's business street with a purpose in his firm steps, searching for any inn or store still open despite the weather's conditions. As he stood in front of the only building with light still shining from the inside, a blue shine ran across the length of all sharp blades arrayed on his chest in a vaguely shield-like pattern, granting him a modest source of lighting. Loving the rain no more than any beggar did, the adventurer—for one sure he was—opened the door and strode inside, candlelight revealing blue eyes and blond hair set upon a regal face. The man sitting behind the counter grinned in a dark manner and crossed his fingers, a shadow cast upon his face as if he had been expecting this visit for a long time already. "Tonight you die..."

"...If you just head towards the closest city without any special equipment, you know? Adventurers around these parts buy a local kit with a map so they don't get lost in the nearest dungeon! Price's on it." Artheus said, pushing a large package towards the big guy, his pleasant smile only growing further as he watched his customer barely taking a look at the goods before tossing a bag of coins his way.

Meet Artheus Tesso, young shopkeeper and merchant. Born to a family without too much in the way of wealth, he and his brother Magno were expected to uphold the household's tradition; his father was a merchant, as had also been his grandfather, and his great-grandfather. Helping around their shop and house with chores since he was a child and told to help his older brother when the latter finally took the family's business, Artheus' life had been mostly uneventful up to the moment a group of adventurers visited the town and an incredible power was said to have been found within his brother's soul by their sorceress. His brother left with the adventurers to master the raging fire within his soul, consequently leaving the Tesso shop short-handed and without the person who was supposed to take care of the business. Though initially seen as a second-hand product, Artheus made his father buy the idea of having him be the next owner of their shop. It was not too long before they discovered a problem with the plan—ownership of the shop had already been partially transferred to his older brother and adding or replacing an owner in the town's book required the written consent of all of the shop's current owners.

To make sure local laws and traditions would be followed and the lord's men wouldn't make a fuss over the matter, Artheus was sent off on a journey of his own to acquire his older brother's signature and permission. Figuring Magno had probably gotten the hang of being a hero and done the obvious thing, the younger sibling signed up with the Legendary League and has been looking for his brother left and right. Since the rest of his family was already taking care of business in his absence—it was half expected he wouldn't even make it back, even less alive—Artheus decided to try and make some profit where he could.

Spoiler: Half-Golem (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Almost human, half-golem. He does lift. Possibly four-armed? AH-TATATATATA!
Mechanically: High Fort/Might. Supernatural defenses.
Sample Backstory: Some children dream of becoming heroes, and since a young age, Caern had a good role model in the figure of his father. "Big Papa" Bern was a strong, hard-working lumberjack who had married his teenage sweetheart and followed his ancestors' calling. He enjoyed moderate renown around Western Samara thanks to several victories in strongman competitions held during annual harvest festivals, with a mean winning streak in weight-lifting. His wife, Sersi, was a skilled carpenter who sold sturdy, well-made furniture and wooden utensils to the neighboring villages, complementing her husband's work and occasionally helping him at work thanks to her own strength.

The family didn't face too many financial hardships, only encountering the usual hardships whenever a region-wide crisis sparked. Rationing and hunger could happen, but those occasions were mercifully rare. All of the children helped in the household's day-to-day activities, and though they couldn't provide much assistance when it came to felling trees, there wasn't a dearth of other small tasks suited for eager hands. Caern wasn't the oldest child but was competitive, occasionally beating his older brothers in strength-based tests, though those had to be supervised after a small incident involving a far too heavy branch. Naturally, the young boy wanted to be like his father and grew with that objective in mind. His brothers and sisters were the perfect competitors, and they grew together in an environment of friendly rivalry.

Years passed and Caern grew strong and able. He helped his parents cut down trees and trained his muscles by lifting the logs, hoping his father would keep the winning streak until it was time to pass him the title. Big Papa Bern was proud of Caern and the villagers themselves predicted it wouldn't take many seasons before the son succeeded the father.

A bountiful year's peace was broken by rumors of strange monsters taking residence in a nearby village's abandoned mine. The gossip began to spread at an alarming rate and rose to near-hysteria when mutilated animal corpses were replaced by human ones. Adventurers were summoned, and unfortunately for Caern they passed by his village on the way to the mines. Interested in making some extra coin (the pay was good, the adventurers were expecting loot), he was hired as a porter thanks to his bulk and endurance.

The expedition wasn't a total disaster, but it certainly changed his life. He left the mines horribly crippled, dragged by the party's survivors. There had been stiff resistance and traps and Caern was said to have saved lives thanks to his strength. Healing magic only went so far, specially with the limited abilities of the group, and they left. Those were Caern's darkest times, when days turned into weeks and then months with him unable to move by his own power, missing or wounded organs and limbs making even the most routine of actions hard or impossible to perform. His proud muscles were no more, and even after so much healing the pain was a reminder of his weak state as he shriveled up. With his body broken, his mind might have had taken the same path hadn't his family kept him comforted.

His story is, however, proof that good deeds don't always go unnoticed. Several months after the incident, he woke up in a dark, stormy day to find out he had visitors. The adventurers he'd saved had connections, means and the intention to help him. Though they weren't rich, they had managed to receive a grant to use him as an "experiment". The risk existed but it was low, and since he had no other choice, Caen readily accepted. Though the procedure that followed was painful, he was ultimately thankful when he was finally able to walk after so long unable to do as little as standing up. Much of his body was replaced by golem-based artificial substitutes, and though it took a while to get used to his new arms, legs and organs, he didn't waste any time during the recovery.

Watched by a mage apprentice, Caern resumed working and exercising to regain muscle mass. Thanks to the unnatural replacements theoretically giving him an unfair edge, he would never be able to gain a strongman title like he'd always dreamed. He did know they gave him a golden opportunity, so he toiled until he was used to his new body and then began adventuring, sending almost all his earnings to his family to compensate for what was spent keeping him alive. Living a normal life after what he'd been through seemed impossible, and in the end he elected to take the leap and join the League. He's still exercising enthusiastically to this day, and he flexes like few.

Spoiler: Fecking Cleric (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Feck! Arse! Gobshite! Swearing, drinking, fighting cleric. Nudity, arson and swearing follow him like a plague. Not Father Jack. Inspired by lawas.
Mechanically: Melee. Burning. High Presence. Healing. Getting drunk. Drunken Burning Naked Swearing Presence Melee Healing (??).
Sample Backstory: Cleric to the god Belenus, Father Jess had been sent to a backwater village early in his career as a way of testing his skills. Unfortunately for his religion's reputation and despite early expectations, as years passed he proved himself a womanizer with a taste for booze, specially if it was free or "donated" to his small chapel. He was persuasive and good at proselytizing, but his flaws were glaring. It was no surprise that when he got a young woman pregnant, Jess disappeared as fast as he could to avoid the consequences of his actions. The poor woman ended up leaving her son at the closest town's orphanage, ironically also run by the same religion as Father Jess', and church officials paid compensation for their representative's shameful behavior.

The boy was named Eodh, after a prophet, and had a fairly good childhood as far as kids living in orphanages went. Despite a few problems now and then, he was considered gifted and grew to be ordained a cleric himself and sent on missionary duty, to spread the good word as far as possible. That's when the problems started.

Though a great speaker like his father had been, Eodh quickly showed himself to be in some aspects worse than the older man. It didn't take much time before he was known for his motivational speeches, the colorful language used during these, his passion for alcohol and the fact that he now and then ended up naked after/before/while something burst into flames. Sometimes his clothes. The "heroic" story of a naked, swearing cleric escaping from a burning chapel carrying one elderly lady under each arm spread across the kingdom despite the fact it was considered a joke. In the end, it's surprising the bombastic priest still managed to convert a number of people despite his antics.

Eodh joined the League because the constant travels and the pool of mercenaries allows for a chance to spread his faith, and the money's good.

Spoiler: Magical Blacksmith (click to show/hide)

Flavor: An over-the-top and skilled blacksmith capable of crafting mundane and magical equipment. Might fuse this concept with the half-golem's.
Mechanically:
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Iron Winter Scout (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Snow ranger. Fur-lined parkas, coats... He's a good survivalist, but he's sore about the fact he keeps being sent to places where his specialized skills are going to waste. ABSOLUTELY HATES HEAT.
Mechanically: A ranger with a focus on agility and survival. Ag, Fort, Per, Protection, Movement.
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Spooky Happy Skeleton (click to show/hide)

Flavor: An upbeat skelebro, cursed by his worst enemy to have a man's body. His skull is still exposed. Not Skeletor. MYAAH.
Mechanically: No idea up to this moment.
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Gentleman Adventurer (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Pip pip cheerio. A mostly stereotypical gentleman adventurer, possibly offensively British.
Mechanically: Well-rounded but not especially good at anything.
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Geas-bound Quester (click to show/hide)

Flavor: A knight/warrior bound by a bizarre magical curse that requires him to complete some task before being released from it, and also requires him to act/not act in certain ways. It's hard to get him to spill out exactly the contents of his curse (or curses), but the glowing magical tattoos on his body seem to indicate the story is true. Most likely pragmatic.
Mechanically: Well-rounded combatant geared towards survival.
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Truespeaker (click to show/hide)

Flavor: A spellcaster who uses magic by using nearly-unpronounceable words that seem to bend reality.
Mechanically: Balanced magic user with a different flavor.
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Soldier of a Thousand Wars (click to show/hide)

Flavor: A soldiers that channels the power of soldiers lost across wars.
Mechanically:
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: Half-Dragon(?) (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Don't touch the fluffy tail. Or the fluffy ears. Or the fluffy hair. Really, if it's fluffy and you're touching it, it's sexual harassment.
Mechanically:
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: The Average Town Guard (click to show/hide)

Flavor: Son of average people, had an average life, is average in looks and skill.
Mechanically: Moderately good at combat. Probably better at cooking.
Sample Backstory:

Spoiler: ☆ Pretty Pretty Hobo ☆ (click to show/hide)

Flavor: A hobo with magical girl (boy?) powers.
Mechanically: Don't ask me.
Sample Backstory:

[Draignean]

Might be a little bit before I can post a proper action. Sorry about that.

[UXLZ]

Farkin fark Dwarm. Of COURSE you show up when I need to get a relatively early night. QQ

[GiglameshDespair]

Apparently it just costs the same skill points as the rank to level up stats, so I still have a stat point and a feat point left.

Second, to forestall any confusion, green around the gills is an expression.
She is not a moon-frog-rabbit-fairy.
That would be silly.

[UXLZ]

We already have a human/fish/unknowable-horror-from-beyond-time-and-space man and a half-Valkyrie. Wouldn't be that odd.

[Draignean]

Ugh. I'm so damn squishy. I kind of want to buy protection instead of logic, but it makes a lot more sense from a campaign perspective for Anders to translate frogman.

[Criptfeind]

Anders already has 3 points of logic, so two more points would cost 9 attribute points.

Also my character is at least partially made to cover the squisher party members, if they don't want to buy defenses (although hopefully we can get you some armor at some point.) but that's a pretty fallible thing.

[Draignean]

Anders already has 3 points of logic, so two more points would cost 9 attribute points.

I... completely forgot I had that. DERP. Yep, I'm translator and buying protection.

[UXLZ]

I think Anders should get Willpower or Fortitude for extra HPs to be honest if you want him to be less squishy. Movement already gives you protection magic, if you look at what Emilia used. If you look at what protection magic actually gives you boon-wise, it's... Not very good. Maybe Dwarm might throw up some Protection-dependent skillchecks in the future, but as a combat ability it's... Not too good, as far as I can tell. The main thing you might want to get it for could be feats.

[Criptfeind]

Oh, lol, right. Protection as in the literal magic, not the idea of getting more defensive stats.

[UXLZ]

Resistance also requires Power Level 3, which Anders can get right now if he buffs movement, whereas he would have to wait for the next XP point if he got Protection instead.

Really, Movement is just an all-around strong and versatile school. Protection is probably a bit mechanically weak as well, to be honest.

[lawastooshort]

etc.

Well there's one of those that we actually need to make up a complete and readily healed party. Yessir.

I think.