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Mozenwrathe · 05-10-2007, 08:33 AM

I'll try to post a few of my characters' backstories in here in the near future...

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Character: Ehrgeiz Etergein

Wherever you travel, it matters not who tries to throw you out of the bar. After all, your gold is as good as any human's. Furthermore, you know they water down their precious liquors in order to lengthen their profits.

It matters not to you how people react, as you know in the end your skills and special "talents" will save you. Some times, you can even use them for things other than smiting the disbelieving masses. Other times, smiting is just the thing you need to do.

Those around you - the orcs, ogres, and rakshasha you have encountered - either shun you (for your lack of evil intentions) or drive you away (from their ignorance of your need to convert them to a better way of life). Because of your orc blood within you, you often feel the cry of battle singing in your veins. In the Undermountain, you know that cry shall be answered with song from your lips... and the blood of your foes.

Hoping to gain some respect, you have set off in search of high adventure. Instead, you have found yourself looking down the darkest pit you have ever seen... at least on this side of the world.

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Character: Iurma'fey, "daughter" of virGeryon of the Silver Skirts
(Planescape concept)

You may be short, but you're quick and full of spirit. Okay, maybe that might not be all you are full of, but that's about as far as you'll let THESE berks get before you show them a bit of the sharp. Like any of these Clueless have an idea of what a bullete's bladder could do to their faces if you cut one open and let'em see the dark of it.

Get's better when they don't even know what's a title mean. Probably don't even know what's a Faction, let alone who those bleeder Athar are. You were born during the kriegstanz, but how you managed to literally jump through time and space while remaining within Sigil's fine streets is a mystery you've never bothered to look too far into. After all, if the Lady Herself is behind you managing to shift through history, then that's all on the low you need not kick up. Only Dustmen and those know-it-all Fraternity Of Order candleblowers know that kind of jink - or would really want to.

You jnow that one little run-in with those Fated types wasn't a twist of time you'd like to remember, but crashing that portal party was the only chance you had to get out of the Cage that you saw. Now you are in a realm of Clueless thumpers with nothing more than a bit of shine and some flash in your pouch. If you are smart, you'll make it grow like a demon's stench in the Mortuary. If you aren't, well they say that halfling tastes just like chicken. Then again, they say chicken cooks as well as gith - and you've no want to become the roast on the table for some fraggin' shadowreaver.

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[ 05-11-2007, 10:16 AM: Message edited by: Mozenwrathe ]

05-10-2007, 08:33 AM	#4
Mozenwrathe Symbol of Cyric Join Date: January 31, 2005 Location: Mississauga (Toronto), Ontario, CANADA Age: 49 Posts: 1,214	I'll try to post a few of my characters' backstories in here in the near future... ==== Character: Ehrgeiz Etergein Wherever you travel, it matters not who tries to throw you out of the bar. After all, your gold is as good as any human's. Furthermore, you know they water down their precious liquors in order to lengthen their profits. It matters not to you how people react, as you know in the end your skills and special "talents" will save you. Some times, you can even use them for things other than smiting the disbelieving masses. Other times, smiting is just the thing you need to do. Those around you - the orcs, ogres, and rakshasha you have encountered - either shun you (for your lack of evil intentions) or drive you away (from their ignorance of your need to convert them to a better way of life). Because of your orc blood within you, you often feel the cry of battle singing in your veins. In the Undermountain, you know that cry shall be answered with song from your lips... and the blood of your foes. Hoping to gain some respect, you have set off in search of high adventure. Instead, you have found yourself looking down the darkest pit you have ever seen... at least on this side of the world. ==== ==== Character: Iurma'fey, "daughter" of virGeryon of the Silver Skirts (Planescape concept) You may be short, but you're quick and full of spirit. Okay, maybe that might not be all you are full of, but that's about as far as you'll let THESE berks get before you show them a bit of the sharp. Like any of these Clueless have an idea of what a bullete's bladder could do to their faces if you cut one open and let'em see the dark of it. Get's better when they don't even know what's a title mean. Probably don't even know what's a Faction, let alone who those bleeder Athar are. You were born during the kriegstanz, but how you managed to literally jump through time and space while remaining within Sigil's fine streets is a mystery you've never bothered to look too far into. After all, if the Lady Herself is behind you managing to shift through history, then that's all on the low you need not kick up. Only Dustmen and those know-it-all Fraternity Of Order candleblowers know that kind of jink - or would really want to. You jnow that one little run-in with those Fated types wasn't a twist of time you'd like to remember, but crashing that portal party was the only chance you had to get out of the Cage that you saw. Now you are in a realm of Clueless thumpers with nothing more than a bit of shine and some flash in your pouch. If you are smart, you'll make it grow like a demon's stench in the Mortuary. If you aren't, well they say that halfling tastes just like chicken. Then again, they say chicken cooks as well as gith - and you've no want to become the roast on the table for some fraggin' shadowreaver. ==== [ 05-11-2007, 10:16 AM: Message edited by: Mozenwrathe ] __________________ There are no paths to power which are not fraught with confrontation. No matter the battle, a lesson must be won. In the end, the path shall fade into nothingness for the one walking it, but may go on for eternity for those whom choose to follow. One must know their own footsteps before taking that first step, or instead of choosing your battles, your battles will choose you.