Strange character concepts (post here!)

[randomhero00]

Someone that tastes or chews all new material/area that he/she enters. So for instance say he takes a boat, he'd cut off a small piece of rope to 'taste' it.

^ this was an exalted game and I took such things that allowed me to eat anything and ignore poison and gain substance.

[Otacon17]

Haven't gotten a chance to use them yet, but I've had some ideas:

Jimmy Bigsword: A fighter who happens to be very devoted to Calistria, goddess of lust. He's an exhibitionist, and offers various... services at Calistria's local temple. 'Jimmy Bigsword' is just a stage name.

Unnamed Cavalier: A young guy who works as a patissier in a castle and has always dreamed of becoming a knight. He's a little cocky and overeager, often bragging about great feats he's supposedly accomplished, rushing into battle, and generally getting in over his head. His most useful ability by far is making snacks for the rest of his party.

And one I've actually played:

Xander Deepgrave: Necromancer. A gravedigger who is very socially awkward. Oh, and he's a necrophiliac. He's a heck of a nice guy, though, and doesn't really get why everybody freaks out about his bizarre sexual predilections.

[Aron Times]

Someone that tastes or chews all new material/area that he/she enters. So for instance say he takes a boat, he'd cut off a small piece of rope to 'taste' it.

^ this was an exalted game and I took such things that allowed me to eat anything and ignore poison and gain substance.

Like the Tenth and the Eleventh Doctors?

[super dark33]

A wizard devoted to eat anything edible that wont kill you on bite.

[Issabella]

Sabaros Pinchopalis. A Manscorpian gladiator. A boisterous bruiser of the highest order. Payed a wizard to magically grow him a beard so he could have one of the massive coiled Babylonia/Assyrian/Chaos Dwarf style beards. Would frequently sting other people's food in the name of adding flavor to it!

[Valdor]

Unnames: I already played him several times but never named him. A male halfling sorcerer/luckstealer that wore a "minirobe" with no under garments and spent all his time and magic throwing raves in random places while ridding his hippogrif familier and trying to sleep with any guys he could that was size large...

[Pisha]

I still like my hobgoblin paladin with anger issues Too bad I think I'm playing him in the wrong game.

(A note: the "tasting" thing recently became a quirk of said paladin's warforged buddy. He's convinced he can taste flavors. No one has the heart to tell him otherwise.)

[Tvtyrant]

Cleric who is so Lawful that he ends up believing in a slave based society and slowly falls from Lawful Good to Lawful Evil. Justifies his belief by the fact that only a god is perfect, and therefore only by doing as the god says can a person be perfect. Goes on to move to Baator and become a high level Cleric in the employ of one of the Lawful Evil gods there.

Ur-Priest Mindflayer who seeks to prove that the gods are merely powerful mortals and not eternal by becoming one herself. This disbelief in immortality and worship leads the Ur-Flayer to kill and eat the Elder Brain of her people in order to gain access to its knowledge of the past. The steady onset of insanity caused by this leads her to hunt Aboleths for their knowledge, as she moves into epic casting.

[Magnema]

A paladin who hates himself due to events in his past, so much so that he is past suicide to the point where he lives because his life has value to other people. It holds no value for himself, however - he feels he does not deserve it, and so deprives himself of anything done not ultimately for another - and he would be eagerly willing to die or, even more so, be tortured or otherwise suffer in order to help someone, although he will not commit to a suicide mission with little benefit - he is coldly rational, but with his own life, not with others (he considers the good he can do staying alive vs. the good his death will do in whatever cause).

tl;dr: Basically, the personification of self-hatred, as a paladin, because he believes that others may want to use his life.

[Archpaladin Zousha]

A concept I utilized in a Pathfinder game here was Elsbeth Woodfall, Scion of the Ever-Empty. She was a witch who'd bargained with a mysterious fey lord called the Ever-Empty for magical power. In exchange, the Ever-Empty took up residence in her stomach to feed off her experiences and know what it was like to feel as mortals do. The problem was that some of the Ever-Empty's constantly hungering nature rubbed off on Elsbeth, who became a hedonistic pleasure seeker and a glutton. The whole thing was mainly an excuse to play an overweight character and not have to deal with the question of how one can do the strenuous activities adventuring requires and not lose weight.

I've gotten other odd character ideas, but most of them are only odd because they're basically "played by a Hollywood actor." For instance, I've always wanted to play a character with mannerisms and an attitude similar to Christopher Walken. The only character I've ever played in a completed campaign was a paladin based on Arnold Schwarzenegger, except with a beard.

[Aron Times]

My main character in the Neverwinter Nights 2 roleplaying server, "Baldur's Gate: The Sword Coast Chronicles" is Victor Gardener, a gold dwarf fighter 2/sorcerer 6/eldritch knight X. His ingame description describes him as a bisexual dwarf playboy.

He is based on Captain Jack Harness from Doctor Who.

[balistafreak]

A Shaper/Thrallherd, with a Summoner thrall.

The Summoner is the son of the Shaper/Thrallherd. He died once, but got a raise dead, so explaining his lower level. You get a cookie if you can find the obvious reference/inspiration here. (Hint: it's religious.)

[Jerthanis]

My current starry-eyed concept for a bizarre character is "Roach", a guy who has no superpowers whatsoever... but he has access to an artifact which has access to all information everywhere, but reveals it in an ever-changing cypher that takes a genius to decode. He happens to be such a genius. The idea is that he would interact with gods and monsters as equals because he has information, and for no other reason. He would fight Dragons by outthinking them, and would topple nations with his machinations... and when his enemies catch him, the only reason they don't kill him is that they would be denying themselves all the power they would have using him as translator.

In this way, he plays chess with gods with nothing but contractual invulnerability and his wits.

[0Megabyte]

A paladin who hates himself due to events in his past, so much so that he is past suicide to the point where he lives because his life has value to other people. It holds no value for himself, however - he feels he does not deserve it, and so deprives himself of anything done not ultimately for another - and he would be eagerly willing to die or, even more so, be tortured or otherwise suffer in order to help someone, although he will not commit to a suicide mission with little benefit - he is coldly rational, but with his own life, not with others (he considers the good he can do staying alive vs. the good his death will do in whatever cause).

tl;dr: Basically, the personification of self-hatred, as a paladin, because he believes that others may want to use his life.

Or in other words, Emiya Shirou?

[Seerow]

Someone that tastes or chews all new material/area that he/she enters. So for instance say he takes a boat, he'd cut off a small piece of rope to 'taste' it.

^ this was an exalted game and I took such things that allowed me to eat anything and ignore poison and gain substance.

This isn't weird til you start trying to gain powers from the things that you eat.



Heck I played a game where we (we being me and 1 or 2 other players in the group) frequently tried to lick/eat everything, insisting that we could taste magic. The DM never agreed with us that we could do this, but the few times he jokingly said yes, you bet your ass we tried to take it with us.

"I lick the door, does it taste like magic?"
"As you lick it you get a splinter on your tongue, you think it might taste like magic"
"I take the door off its hinges and carry it with me"

[John Campbell]

At one point, I built a bard/sorceress going into Heartwarder, a 3.0 prestige class that provided, among other things, a +5 inherent bonus to Charisma. At 20th level, she would've had a 30 Charisma before magic items. Her name was Mary Sue.

I didn't actually play her because I didn't think that was the really the group I wanted to be playing a character with a class feature called "Lips of Rapture" with, though.

[Extra_Crispy]

I got tired of people saying my paladins were lawful nazies. So I actually played one. It was a short lived epic 3.0 campaign in which I told the GM that basically he swore to follow the king of the lands every word to the letter. If the king said he wished to see a dozen children put on spears and set up outside the castle walls he would go and do just that, with absolutly no quams. Or if the king said give out candies to the kids all day for a weeks he would do that also.

I showed them was a lawful nazi was, it was also a little agrivating for the GM as he had to watch what he said because I would follow his instructions to the word even whims. It really started to annoy the party.

[akma]

As a PC character I only have one idea:
The sleepless saga.
A wizard fits the concept better, but I like sorcerers more. The character is always tired, and is lazy and whines whenever you tell it to do anything. Still, it can cast powerfull magic, and it got good ideas, so it`s usefull.
If the game would be serious, the character couldn`t sleep properly becuse of nightmares.
If it wouldn`t be, the lack of sleep wouldn`t be explained.

I also got a few wierd NPCs ideas.

[Makiru]

Half-orc monk/favored soul (Kord)/apostle of peace: the "Apostle of Punch", who believes that all matters that cannot be resolved with words can be in the gentlemanly sport of pugilism. Of course, since he has vowed to never kill, he is well-versed in submission maneuvers. Afterward, his cohort comes by to put an evil creature in manacles and cart him off to a secure location, where Diplomacy-based alignment-shifting sermons can begin.

Jermlaine warlock (or phaerim sorcerer) who sits on the shoulder of the fighter, claiming to be his "familiar" and you should mind your own business as to why this caster is in full plate and wielding a greatsword.

As well as a few more that I have spoken of to length in other threads.

[DontEatRawHagis]

Outside of my normal drunken monk.

I have a backup Gnome Barbarian with no name but I call him Kanon Foder're. I rolled stats for him and came up with nothing higher than 12. His family pressured him to be come a bard or a mage, but he flunked out of mage school and is tone deaf.

[0Megabyte]

I've got one:

The group of bandits laughed at their victory. They'd stolen all that food from the caravan. Sure, the village will starve now, but they don't care. It was time for a party!

Night fell, but the party showed no signs of stopping. They'd built a huge bonfire, and combined with the light of the full moon on the horizon, it felt nearly as bright as day to the eight bandits. They drank the town's beer, and laughed at jokes they told one another, and silly little ditties they sang to one another.

But then, one of them looked up, and noticed a figure walking towards them. A slender figure, silhouetted by the moon's light.

"Hey, Jon, Morte, look over there. Who is that?"

The two, and quickly after the rest of the bandits, all stopped their merriment and looked. Some of them grabbed their swords. The figure continued to approach, and soon, they could make it out.

It was a teenage girl, surely no older than 15 years old. She wore a short pink dress that showed off her legs, along with some ridiculous frills in her hair. She looked at the men with determination in her face, and stopped.

"What the he- it's just some little girl!" The bandits began to laugh. "Why don't you go back home, little girl. Unless you want to come here and have some fun?"

Was that a smirk that appeared on the young girl's face?

"I have come," she spoke, in a very girlish sounding voice, "to punish you for the injustice you have caused! In the name of the stars themselves, which see all things, and for the sake of the village which you have robbed, I will make you pay!"

The bandits could only laugh at the ridiculous looking girl. That is, they could laugh until a pink beam of energy came from her fingers, and blasted one of the bandits for 3d6 damage, killing him outright. That made them fall silent.

They grabbed their weapons, and prepared to fight. But the fight was very short. For a fight between a sixth level warlock (with "happy star flight" as a lesser invocation) and a group of bandits without a class level between them doesn't go well for the bandits.

[Analytica]

As a PC character I only have one idea:
The sleepless saga.
A wizard fits the concept better, but I like sorcerers more. The character is always tired, and is lazy and whines whenever you tell it to do anything. Still, it can cast powerfull magic, and it got good ideas, so it`s usefull.
If the game would be serious, the character couldn`t sleep properly becuse of nightmares.
If it wouldn`t be, the lack of sleep wouldn`t be explained.

I also got a few wierd NPCs ideas.

This sounds almost exactly like Ryner Lute from "Legend of the Legendary Heroes".

[soir8]

One of my players is a gnome Warblade who claims to be a legendary hero famous for slaying a mighty dragon. Since lvl 1 he's tried to convince every new person he meets that he really is the dragonslayer; so far only 1 person has believed him (the party rogue :D)

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However, in the last session he found out that the weapon he's been using is in fact the weapon once wielded by the legendary dragonslayer, and I'm planning to include some kind of time-travel sub-plot further into the campaign so he can discover that he really is the hero himself.

[Ravens_cry]

A kindly human of indeterminate age, smelling of wet earth and incense and completely lacking in hair of any kind, including eyebrows. In fact, he is a necromancer, reanimating the dead to serve the common weal, he prefers the term Corpsesmith. He does have a dark secret however, the skeleton that follows him around, whom he calls Steven,

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was a murderer who killed the corpsemiths family. Stevens undying service to the necromancer is his revenge.

Another idea, a spell using warrior who is convinced that her arcane spells are proof of divinity and that she is destined to replace the god of slaughter. I plan to take Leadership at some point to reflect those who believe her.

[balistafreak]

I've got one:

The group of bandits laughed at their victory. They'd stolen all that food from the caravan. Sure, the village will starve now, but they don't care. It was time for a party!

Night fell, but the party showed no signs of stopping. They'd built a huge bonfire, and combined with the light of the full moon on the horizon, it felt nearly as bright as day to the eight bandits. They drank the town's beer, and laughed at jokes they told one another, and silly little ditties they sang to one another.

But then, one of them looked up, and noticed a figure walking towards them. A slender figure, silhouetted by the moon's light.

"Hey, Jon, Morte, look over there. Who is that?"

The two, and quickly after the rest of the bandits, all stopped their merriment and looked. Some of them grabbed their swords. The figure continued to approach, and soon, they could make it out.

It was a teenage girl, surely no older than 15 years old. She wore a short pink dress that showed off her legs, along with some ridiculous frills in her hair. She looked at the men with determination in her face, and stopped.

"What the he- it's just some little girl!" The bandits began to laugh. "Why don't you go back home, little girl. Unless you want to come here and have some fun?"

Was that a smirk that appeared on the young girl's face?

"I have come," she spoke, in a very girlish sounding voice, "to punish you for the injustice you have caused! In the name of the stars themselves, which see all things, and for the sake of the village which you have robbed, I will make you pay!"

The bandits could only laugh at the ridiculous looking girl. That is, they could laugh until a pink beam of energy came from her fingers, and blasted one of the bandits for 3d6 damage, killing him outright. That made them fall silent.

They grabbed their weapons, and prepared to fight. But the fight was very short. For a fight between a sixth level warlock (with "happy star flight" as a lesser invocation) and a group of bandits without a class level between them doesn't go well for the bandits.

I'm not sure if I'm amused or appalled.

[Traab]

This isnt D&D, but I bet it would be funnier there but this is mine. It was a human monk who fancied himself a ladies man. He would endlessly flirt with any female int he vicinity, especially the various elven types. If he ever saw a woman get attacked in a fight, he would instantly jump in, trying his hardest to get the monsters attention in a near berserk rage. It could be anything from a level 1 goblin to cthulu himself, same reaction every time.

During down time he would proceed to serenade the ladies with various love songs. They were modern music so its anachronistic, but I tried my best to avoid any songs with lyrics that mention things that couldnt exist in game somewhere. He even had a theme song he would loudly announce to the world every time he entered a new zone. Sung to the tune of Joxxur the Mighty.

My other favorite character story was for my halfling druid. Basically, he started out life as a warrior then felt the call to serve nature. The problem is, he still fights like a warrior. His entire gear set is full of melee haste, armor, strength, stamina, things like that. He melees everything to death, only casting heals on himself as he goes. His particular prey of choice are giants who he greatly enjoys breaking down to size with his mace. Hill giants, frost giants fire giants, he doesnt care, they all make a satisfying crash when they hit the ground.

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This concept might be a little too out there for even this thread, but...

A paladin who is a nice, friendly guy.

[Garwain]

waiting to play:
Cleric, orphan, obsessive possesive about his items, especially a flask of fine wine for no apparent reason. Is 'released' from the monastary as they grew tired of him. He has no goal, except the fact that he's been told that the gods would reveal his destiny to him. Everything is now interpretated into a sign of his god. Annoying as hell, but usefull enough as a friend to keep close by. Quite powerfull in what he does, but you have to take the constant "must be a sign of the gods!" and "you were going for my flask, weren't you" comments.

[DrWeird]

Well, I've taken a break from her on the playground - and I suppose that limits her to actual IRL D&D in someone's basement - but I have a dedicated character concept of a barbarian amazon that I've played since my first adventure. Of course, she's never the *exact* same, because that would be boring. Every new incarnation features a tweaked backstory, different quest, different reasons for adventuring and sometimes even different alignment; of course, always with different class levels. But that's not quite fitting with the thread, is it?

No, but a recent character in Pathfinder was a unique concept I'd been toying with. I thought it up after reading about the creation of new Mindflayers, and supposed what would happen if the brain of the human devoured had some ill effect on the larval mindflayer - some genetic mutation, I suppose - that left him questioning the state of his own mind as he matured, developing a stunted but relatively humanoid-level emotions. Retaining his great illithid intellect, he hides these emotions, and the sorcerous Mindflayer flees his underground city, and finds himself absorbing in the mysteries of the surface from the perspective of an outsider stepping in.

He spends a lengthy amount of time hiding near a riverside hamlet (where he can keep moist - thank goodness for temperate climates in the lower range) and studies the people there, and from there parallels the chapter of Frankenstein where the monster lives in the house's woodshed without the religious context. He decides it's best to leave after being discovered, and steals a plague doctor's mask, hat and cloak, and sets out adventuring simply to absorb the knowledge and get in touch with the world from whom his body was stolen, and learn about the mortal concept of morality. He takes up a false profession of doctoring, applying various necomantic spells as 'folk healing' in the outer baronies to avoid being detected, realizing quite well the dangers of his situation, and only when he joins a party of adventurers does he feel safe in revealing his secret, and taking from each of them an important lesson about being a person.

[Psyborg]

Eberron Campaign Setting: A Shifter Barbarian (unosarta redux) 6 / Templar of the Silver Flame 1 / Silvershaft 10 / Barbarian +3 lycanthrope hunter. Alternate build switches Barb 6 / Templar 1 for Barb 5 / Paladin of the Silver Flame 2.