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Planar Personalities part 1 |
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Well with my two current Dungeons and Dragons campaigns nearing there end. I have began creation of a new couple of planscape Campaigns. There are 6 NPCS (non player Characrters). For each one I have decided that I shall post a back story about them in here, along with there stats, special abbilities, and what not*, along with there faction and there factions beleif. I will Deliniate what game there from with an A or B. All characters will speak in the first person perspective.
* second Edition Stats
Our first Character is: Gesial Ambrose/Tiefling/Male/ Ranger-Thief/ Neutral good/ Bleak Cabal
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Str: 17
Dex: 18
Con:16
Int: 13
Wis: 16
Chr: 16
Wears dark blue leather armor, weilds two scimitars strapped to his hips, each scabbard bears the symbol of the Bleak cabal on it. On his shins to each one he has a machete strapped to each one. He commonly fights in melee with one weapon in each hand, using a combination of Scimitars and Machetes, sometimes matching other times not. Strapped to his back he carries a short bow with a small quiver of 30 arrows. His Physical appearance is as follows: he stands 5'11 and weighs 184 pounds. He has black dread locked hairand cerulean blue eyes. He has a forked tongue, Spiny ridges that cover his body, a thin tail fangs, feline shaped eyes, and a pair of small horns protroud from his fore head.
His special abilities from his race are: Infravision 60 feet, 1/2 damage from cold and electrcity, detect magic 3/per day, a +2 save Vs Acid,Darkness 15 foot radius 1/per day, Mirror Image 1/Per day, and Chill touch 1/per day. As a member of the Bleak Cabal he is a immune to maddness endusing spells and things that cause insanity. As a ranger he has a +4 bounus to hit and Damage Baataezu (devils).
The Bleak Cabal beleive that there is no meaning in the universe, that there is no great deep secret to it. That everything is pointless. They are often called madmen, or bleakers. Poets of this faction are often called Bleaknics.
"Heh, so you want to know about me eh? Whats the point? I have no grand information to help you out so pike off you sodding leatherhead...Well I guess your persistant enough. Sure I'll tell you my lovely tale then. I was born 22 years ago in Plague-mort, yes that gate town that teeter totters into the Abyss every so often, I survived that happening twice. Anyway, I was born to a whore, who had no clue WHO or WHAT my father was. I just don't care, no point in knowing he may have already died in the blood war, old age, disease, who cares? I cetrainly could careless, life has enough problems, so why worry about the inevitable. Harlots bear many children, some like myself get trained as theives. My small hands were put to usage by a larger thug. Eventually my mother settled down with a man who loved her. His name was Avarn he taught me about hunting and killing Baatezu, that damnable race of Tyranical fiends. Of course I have no love of anything Lower planar, they bring on enough suffering. Well he trained me in how to kill a Baatazu, like a hunter teaches his son to hunt deer. He was the closest thing I had to a fatherHe taught me about weapons, and helped me with my skills of opening locks, taught me how to survive the prison of Carceri, how to fight when I lose sight. Anyway I was happy, untill one day he left for the blood war. See dark of it is, a powerful Baatezu was running a black one for him, so he asked some strong being of the abyss for help...Well it was time for a favor to be called in. I was only 15 when he died. He was used in the frontline of a bloodwar skirmish over someplace where the Tanar'ri lost.... Well the land was won back, but at a great cost of lives. My mother died three years later, murder. See she has become a prostitute again, she had lost so much, her heart just died. So she used her body to perpetuate us through life. I picked pockets and that helped get the crust of bread and watered down soup. I came home with some meat, and I found her dead in our home. Her throat had been slashed. I broke down and cried. After two nights I spoke to her retainer, apparently she had some money in an account, a total of 550 gold, so I took the portal to sigil. The hair ripped from my scalp never felt more freeing. I spent a year in the Hive of Sigil helping mothers track there children down. It paid very little maybe a copper coin every few days, but with the 550 gold I had....it helped me from starving. There was one cold day in the Hive, when I had no money on me, that I could spend. I had to pay for my shoddy kip and someone must have picked my pockets. I was staggering and then I fell. I knew I was as good as dead in the hive. I woke up oddly enough, in a warm house. I saw a woman her name, was Ambara. She was beautiful. Her hair was long, and smooth. It was honey brown, her eyes, a soft green. Her skin a creamy peach color. She looked at me 'collected your self eh?' I nodded 'what in the nine hells were ye doin past out on the street'. I told her I had been walking home. She smiled and looked at me, no into me. I felt love, a love so amazing as comparible to anything else. She and I looked at one another for an hour, and then we kissed, we made love too. I felt so alive! I finally found happiness."
"Eventually she and I moved to a nicer kip, a series of flats. She and I were happy, till she had my child when she and I grew happier. I was out one day when she was with child, she was close so I fetched a midwife. Little did I know that the Harmonium and the Mercykillers would destroy all this..... Apparently she was an Anarchist, pah I beleive that about as much as I beleive Tanar'ri know order. A fight broke out, when I cam home, two mercykillers and a harmonium officer lay dead, as did she. A pools of blood was under her and our dead child. I screamed in agony ' WHY!?!?!?! WHAT CRUEL POWER MOCKS ME? WHY DID THIS HAPPEN?? HAVEN'T I SUFFERED ENOUGH?' a Harmonium memeber came by to take the bodies. I yelled at him and attacked him, I let him squirm away with his life......this time. I went to the Gatehouse, the biggest asylum in sigil to check myself in.... I stopped, the Bleakers who ran this place seemed to aleviate suffering. I talked to one. She was a fellow tiefling, I told her my story and she felt sorry for me... Normally the Bleak Cabal turns away new entires, I wasn't. I beleive that the universe is full of pain and suffering. There is no hidden secret, only lies. I became a Bleaker to help others ease there pain, and so I shall.........till the day I die. Before that day comes though, the Harmonium and Mercykillers will suffer for killing my wife and daughter........two innocent lives whom they penned in the dead book. Soon I shall pen there names in the deadbook too, and finish with my own when Justice is completed, pah and the Mercykillers say they are justice......."
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 Azalin · Mon Jul 18, 2005 @ 11:49pm · 4 Comments |
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