Okay, so I have no self control. Perhaps pick one? Or leave them as a party?
Name: Candy Crush of Vibrant Red
Race: Flower Fairy
Class: Berzerker
Physical description: A stocky, muscular, twelve-centimetre-tall build accentuated by her bright pink-and-white candy-striped skin. Her unkept face bears a fierce expression with her solid aqua eyes shrouded by her purple hair. Her bright-red transparent wings bear jagged maroon edges.
Starting Ability= Ignorance: The effects of injuries are delayed. A little thing like physics won't stop a true berzerker from fighting with no limbs! For a little while...
Backstory: She had always loved the feeling of nature and often wandered through the dangerous forests, looking for quiet places to hide and feel the world. Alas, that all changed the day that one of her worried mothers(I am assuming that all fairies are female, and therefroe they must use magic or something... or they come out of flower-buds and are adopted?) came to drag her out of the dangerous woods and was eaten by a fox right in front of the child. Enraged at herself for hiding, enraged at the world for being cruel, and determined to become better, she foxused on becomeing powerful ,string enough to wrestle mice and kick frogs. She now stands as a giant, ready to smite all comers and avenge the losses of the weak.
Equipment:
Big shitty mace
2xHealth potion
whetstone
Name:
Race: Dryad (Bonzai)
Class: Pyrokinetic(psionic, strong-emotion-derived)
Physical description: A four-foot tall slender beauty made of solid wood with a sculpture of luxurious hair flowing down her back to her knees. She bears a carefully-tended plant strapped to her torso. All this is rather awkwards given her unusual preference for being clothed, which results in rather ugly outfits hung around her solid chunk of hair and potted plant.
Starting Ability= Rageflame: Things she is angry at tend to catch on fire.
Backstory: Hermit wizards love their experiements. In one particular case, they wanted to test the mental faculties of trees, and hearing of Bonzai trees, it was natural that they would seek to include such in their research. So, having kept a tree inside their abode, surrounded by magical equipment, it was no surprise that a dryad formed. The surprise was that having being cinstantly subjected to mental magics, her mind had attained some rather odd properties. The first thing that she wanted was to grow, as she had been so constrained throughout her life. The second thing that she came to desire, was to be free of the wizard's rather inappropriate expression, The nature of his gaze, and the decidedly objectionable actions that his hands seemed comitted unto. The thrid thing she sought was to run away from the burning wizard, building, and most everything else, but most of all the disturbingly agitated magical charms and potions that were soon to explode.
She promptly gave up on her first desire, seeing how convenient it was to be able to carry herself and the propensity of flames to spread to anything that wasn't mobile. It would be painful, but there was nobody better suited than herself to maintain her diminutive stature. It was only a matter of time before she came to realise that she was a magical curiosity, and combined with her great desire to avoid curious wizards, she set of to find a society of outcasts who would hopefully share her desire to maintain their freedom and dignity.
Equipment:
shitty staff club
Free shitty shield
smoke-bomb
chunk of rotten flesh
Blank spellbook
Name:
Race: Nymph
Class: Necromancer
Physical description: A classical beauty. Tall, curved, balanced, with rich brown hair and radiant skin. Her appearance would be entirely human were it not for the faint glow when she is in a lit area, or the way her hair deliberately shifts to the perfect sitting, or the various other ways that her appearance falls off the far side of perfection. That is, when she isn't covered head-to-toe in dark robes...
Starting Ability= Skelebone: Skeletal raising is all about quantity, this is not that. Instead of binding bones to their old life and relying upon their old animus to drive them, this assembles powedered bone into a form of the caster's choosing. They still tend to their old form, however, so only great practitioners can do more than minor deviations from a skeleton. Another issue is that they are largely invulnerable, being held together by the wielder's magic rather than their own vital momentum and physical structure, but this spell requires massive concentration, enough that some casters forget that they even have a real body while the spell persists.
Backstory: As she was forming, she realised that she was a being of desire, built to manipulate others. She did not care for this, not at all, she quikly realised that common races were entirely too fleshy for her tastes and suppressed her own nature as muchas she could, which was relatively little... but she did at least gain the freedom to abandon her responsibilities to the land. Realising that it would be difficult to acquire supplies from civilisation, and hearing that there would be an association of murderhobos rooting through an endless supply of corpses, she immediately realised that this was the place for her.
Equipment:
shitty staff
Health potion
chunk of rotten flesh
Blank spellbook
Name: Spratacus
Race: Rat(common, awakened)
Class: Elemental Fist
Physical description: About 15 centimetres long, brown...
Starting Ability= Wind Fist: The ability to project a gust of wind from your unarmed strikes.
Backstory: Evil wizards are known to attack peacful temples, and keep animal familiars. Some peacful temples are orders of warriors who seek to perfect themselves by combining their bodies with the pure manifestations of the four elements. Sometimes a wizard's attack ends very abruptly and a small rodent falls amidst the gore and promptly falls to its knees and desperately motions its surrender. Actually, that last one isn't common at all, the rodent in question was probably defective and ought to have died in an attempt to revive its evil master... The rodent was tolerated, and in time learned the basics of the training, even attaining one of the elementary arts of the order, which, with great effort and focus, could even allow it to produce occasionally-decypherable speech! alas, it got caught up in another protagonist's tragic backstory and the temple was burned to the ground, with all of the monks slain, bar one angry youth and one overlooked rodent. Realising that without a master it could only seek its perfection through experience, it set off to a new organisation that promised endless combat...
Equipment:
shitty bow
2xHealth potion
lockpick set x 5
does anyone have names for a dryad or a nymph?
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Topic: The Adventurer's Guild (OOC / Sign-up) (6/∞) (Read 2593 times)