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2008-12-02, 10:45 PM
I was accepted into a game with the background to follow, and I have yet to pick a class for him, but the background kinda screams "Barbarian" which I don't want to use, I want something interesting to fit the personality rather than the cultural stereotypes of his history. the time skip section in vague enough that any manner of training could be edited in.
Any class from completes is ok, and other books on a case basis ('cept ToB and PHB2)
(note that A healing type would be awesome)
I just can't find something to fit....maybe I need sleep:smallamused:
any ideas?
Name:Leon Whose Scars Tell Stories (Leon the Scared for short)
Race:Human(1/8 orc but who's counting)
Age:26
Description: Leon looks far older in body then his age should allow. His black hair and tan skin are common among his people's appearance, the rest of him, however, is not.He is a torn mass of just to ragged cloths and greasy hair, already looking as if ready to gray. His skin, already slightly rougher than normal due to a slight genetic...hiccup in his mothers side of the family(his great-grandfather had a thing for orcs they say) is all the more ravaged by countless gashes of scar tissue and burns. His piercing blue eyes seem to be the only young thing left in him, for those are the eyes of a child.
Personality:As his tribal name may suggest, Leon has quite the number of scars, and every one of them has a story to tell(not to mention all the stories of less dangerous nature he collects) He has grown with the mentality that as long as you have friendly faces, a meal, and a new story waiting at the end of every endeavor that nothing else mattered. He lives his life by this mentality to this day. Always carefree and extroverted at the end of the day. Quick to form friendships and quicker to hand out help for any interesting task. He rarely sees a sad or unhappy moment even when faced with a possibility of death. "all epic stories end with a death" to quote his own words. He is also more than fine with a little exaggeration to make things more interesting.
Background: His early life is no great tale, the only event worth mentioning other than his leaving was a time as a small child. We have all heard tale of the overly curious child who disappears, and is often found having drown in the river, luckily for Leon rivers in the desert are rarely so deep. Life was an endless drudgery for his clan, herd animals this way herd them that way, find water, fight off the scorpions so you don't die in your sleep. Life was a constant struggle, and not a very interesting one at that. On top of all this, racial tension had been mounting in The North Desert, orc and human tribes began to compete more fiercely for control of the oasis. Tribes like Leon's, with mixed blood, were viewed with equal disgust from both parties.
The snapping event was during a trading foray with some rather savage humans. Trying to barter for a horse (to use upon leaving the desert, for his plans for departure were already being planed) he and the human came into a disagreement, and as the human seemed to hold a lot of sway with the people of the tribe, Leon's insistent dealings in an attempt to salvage something from the horrible deal lead to a tribal fight. He ended up escaping with the horse and all his goods, but what he had witnessed and, maybe in a small way started, was the beginnings of the Dwarf-Human War(Named for the winners, seems some tribes had outside connections). It was not until after a night of rest that he came to realize that he was missing the little finger on his left hand, he saw teeth marks and assumed that some angry man was hungry as well as violent. He mourned his lost loved ones for many days, but came to see that if he had lived, that he must go and live! To do otherwise would bring disrespect to the countless victims of the senseless slaughter.
For the next several years he traveled, always gaining new scars to go with the first, a day spent 'learning' to juggle axes from a street performer. Helping a farmhand calm a mad cow. Helping an old priest out of a burning temple. all for a cheep meal given in thanks, and a smile when he sits among new people and begins.."Let me tell you of the time a savage, gigantic, leper bit off my finger..."
Any class from completes is ok, and other books on a case basis ('cept ToB and PHB2)
(note that A healing type would be awesome)
I just can't find something to fit....maybe I need sleep:smallamused:
any ideas?
Name:Leon Whose Scars Tell Stories (Leon the Scared for short)
Race:Human(1/8 orc but who's counting)
Age:26
Description: Leon looks far older in body then his age should allow. His black hair and tan skin are common among his people's appearance, the rest of him, however, is not.He is a torn mass of just to ragged cloths and greasy hair, already looking as if ready to gray. His skin, already slightly rougher than normal due to a slight genetic...hiccup in his mothers side of the family(his great-grandfather had a thing for orcs they say) is all the more ravaged by countless gashes of scar tissue and burns. His piercing blue eyes seem to be the only young thing left in him, for those are the eyes of a child.
Personality:As his tribal name may suggest, Leon has quite the number of scars, and every one of them has a story to tell(not to mention all the stories of less dangerous nature he collects) He has grown with the mentality that as long as you have friendly faces, a meal, and a new story waiting at the end of every endeavor that nothing else mattered. He lives his life by this mentality to this day. Always carefree and extroverted at the end of the day. Quick to form friendships and quicker to hand out help for any interesting task. He rarely sees a sad or unhappy moment even when faced with a possibility of death. "all epic stories end with a death" to quote his own words. He is also more than fine with a little exaggeration to make things more interesting.
Background: His early life is no great tale, the only event worth mentioning other than his leaving was a time as a small child. We have all heard tale of the overly curious child who disappears, and is often found having drown in the river, luckily for Leon rivers in the desert are rarely so deep. Life was an endless drudgery for his clan, herd animals this way herd them that way, find water, fight off the scorpions so you don't die in your sleep. Life was a constant struggle, and not a very interesting one at that. On top of all this, racial tension had been mounting in The North Desert, orc and human tribes began to compete more fiercely for control of the oasis. Tribes like Leon's, with mixed blood, were viewed with equal disgust from both parties.
The snapping event was during a trading foray with some rather savage humans. Trying to barter for a horse (to use upon leaving the desert, for his plans for departure were already being planed) he and the human came into a disagreement, and as the human seemed to hold a lot of sway with the people of the tribe, Leon's insistent dealings in an attempt to salvage something from the horrible deal lead to a tribal fight. He ended up escaping with the horse and all his goods, but what he had witnessed and, maybe in a small way started, was the beginnings of the Dwarf-Human War(Named for the winners, seems some tribes had outside connections). It was not until after a night of rest that he came to realize that he was missing the little finger on his left hand, he saw teeth marks and assumed that some angry man was hungry as well as violent. He mourned his lost loved ones for many days, but came to see that if he had lived, that he must go and live! To do otherwise would bring disrespect to the countless victims of the senseless slaughter.
For the next several years he traveled, always gaining new scars to go with the first, a day spent 'learning' to juggle axes from a street performer. Helping a farmhand calm a mad cow. Helping an old priest out of a burning temple. all for a cheep meal given in thanks, and a smile when he sits among new people and begins.."Let me tell you of the time a savage, gigantic, leper bit off my finger..."