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DON'T YOU DIE ON ME

god.

In the Pathfinder game that's all I can find in my area, I'm playing a young elven witch girl. She's impulsive and a bit naive, but incredibly intelligent and a bit awkward. She also has a griffon who takes nips at our halfling rogue. She's adventuring because she graduated early and now is saddled with student debt.

Homebrew skeleton race druid.
Is 50 years old, grizzled old man of the party.
Wants to become a treant, and grow one in every forest.

Forgot pic

oh god my lungs

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Undead cleric of the raven queen who disguises himself as a leper to disguise his decay.
He keeps a book full of necromancers and their degenerate activities.
Spent most of his life as an utter fuck up, hasn't changed that much in death.

You can't not tell the GM, that's not how these games work. You can't keep secrets from the guy who dictates reality.

If I wasn't always GMing I'd probably be trying to play something like this guy.

I've got two characters at the moment.

The first is the gruntiest grunt that ever grunted in the army. Stupid, obedient, good with a gun.
So the campaign was grab gun, go inna tank, shoot orks but have developed to include heretics, Letterface and trying not to fuck the lizard-centaur sorcerer masquerading as an officer.

The second the unholy mix of Edward Snowden, a CIA spook and Nikola Tesla. Currently trying not to get killed by angry art-snob Dark Eldar and planning with the Communist Hero Khornate to start a communist revolution against the "oppressive rulers" as a diversion for our real mission, stealing a ship.

A somewhat quiet Moros of the Guardians of the Veil, a russian ex-military man getting accustomed to a new country to live in and trying to live a (relativly) normal life with normal standards. Has gotten close to his cabalmates, and is actually getting some friends. Yay.

Pic related, quick sketch of him, with a prickly scar knitted by the party's Thyrsus.

"Docteur," is a French-born shadowrunner theurge who acts as back-up combat-medic. He's an elf with a few years of medical school on-hand--he couldn't afford to continue his education and was forced to drop out--and combat experience in Africa, the Middle East, and the Amazonia war; one of a great many independent contractors found themselves "passing through," the conflict for a few years. His former life experience greatly benefited the latter, giving him a leg up in emergency trauma care.

He lives the most normal life of any of his acquaintances, having actual friends, distant family, and a romance with a fellow operator from his past, and they keep in contact whenever they can. He's gregarious and likes helping new guys along. He doesn't really view himself as a paladin; he's a normal guy trying to do what good he can; help tip the ethical scales and act as a moral compass to the shadow community.

He learned a long time ago that as a caster, he'll live longer if he isn't identifiable. Often his first lesson to young mages in the shadow community is "don't look like a mage." He does this as well, hiding any fetishes beneath his kit; his long-arms, support automatic weapon, body armor, medic's bag, and lack of cyber-ware often suggest to the inexperienced that he's either a back-up or bio-augged street samurai/combat medic.

His magic is mostly healing and support, but his true talent lies in counterspelling. His ability to "silence," his foes often removes the enemy's edge, allowing his buffs and few offensive options to act as a greater force multiplier for his team.

A fucking warlock that schools eye lasers.

A hundred year old spy who got caught up in the middle of a war when a third party attacked the nation he was spying on. Currently a hero of the crusade, and worming his way into the Queen's inner circle, all while feeding information back to his homeland.

His end goal is to force both nations to expend themselves in the current crusade, so his people can invade and conquer both of them.

The party currently has no idea.

Aeramnis, King of Heartache and Sorrow.

The title is a relic from his edgy days that he can't get rid of because in a slew of incredibly bad decisions he opted to metaphysically bind it to his proper name.

After being imprisoned in non-space with the rest of his race for a few thousand years, he's back and working to get his siblings to focus on something that isn't whores and gambling for a single second while he tries to work out what the fuck happened while they were gone.

Longer term goals include getting rid of the fucking title and finding out exactly where he left his city, which seems to have been buried under ice as the cold pushed south from the arctic wastes.

She's the street samurai, specialising in close range combat and high-speed charges on cyberskates.
She's a veteran shadowrunner, having been doing it for years due to it being totally cool, omae. After an accident with a truck while on a run, she had cyberlegs fitted, along with other cyberware to make sure it wouldn't happen again.
She's also a foxgirl thanks to the wonders of biosculpting. The tail's even functional!
Unfortunately, all that shadowrunning experience is contained in a brain more concerned with what colour to set her hair too than sophisticated tactics, or the subtleties of negotiating with Johnsons.
She also works part-time at a maid cafe, and blogs about her exploits online.

Ivar Roeds, a 27 year old Acolyte in the Ravanian Church of the Matra Dei. Currently on assignment in a foreign nation as part of a "trust building" exercise between nations. His goal is to raise through the ranks of the church until he can finally become an Ornate in the Militarum Dar Luminare, the Religious branch of his nation's military and to help spread the loving Light of the Mother to all those who would cower in the dark recesses of the world.

He is charged with bolstering the morale and fighting ability of his squad and all those around him by reading from the holy scripture, and with his heavy armor to act as a shield for his allies as he purposely draws enemy fire, standing firm in the fact that his faith will see him through.

He's afraid of the dark.

He doesn't sound to 'try hard'-y does he?

>second spoiler
What else do you have to say about his personality? Why does he have the goal he has? Is it purely religious fervor? Why's he have that in the first place?

Do you have anything to add to the first spoiler? How does he treat his teammates? How does he treat other people? Is he naturally kind? Cruel? Does he have a personal life beyond what the party gets involved in? What's in it, and how does it impact his behavior when he's on the job, if at all?

What you have doesn't sound too bad, but there's questions to ask still. What kind of person is he? So far all we really have is a role and a goal; no history behind the role, no reason for the goal.

Slayer Caste Infernal who, before his Exaltation, was utterly convinced in his Divine Right to Rule granted by the Gods. He's a King from the Hundred Kingdoms.
After he lost a war and was captured a Demon came and offered him his Exaltation, he is not utterly convinced in his Divine Right to Rule granted by the Yozi, and that the Gods are traitors and usurpers who pretended to grant him his right to rule when in truth it was the Yozi all along.
He wants to conquer as much as he can in his own name, and in the name of Malfias.

I don't have a campaign going at the moment, but my improv troupe keeps casting me as a moose, if that counts.

It's fine if you want it to be a long running secret but at least give the dm 1 "regular prep period" of fuckin notice so you don't blow up the goddamn game

They go into recycling you degenerate fuckup

A combo of Chewbacca and Murtaugh.

I kind of wanted to keep it simple first off so it didn't seem like I was trying to push an super special OC LOOKIT ME! Not exactly good at writing, so please bear with me.

In Ravania, the nation of his birth, orphans are more or less scooped up and put into government run orphanages, whose roles vary from place to place, but for the most part are there to ready the children for their conscription when they come of age. The one he lived in was under control from the Government's religious branch. The Sisters of the Church, the ones in charge of this particular orphanage, where the ones that instilled in him his religious beliefs from a young age, as one can expect from living their entire life in such a place. One of the kinder Sisters in the orphanage became his mother figure and really hammered in that he should live his life in line with the tenets of the faith. One of the major tenets is to stand up for those that cannot defend themselves, and as such he would always try to intervene in any way he could when he'd see someone being bullied. This would almost always end up in a disciplinary action, one of the favored of a rather unkindly Sister, would be to lock the child in a dark closet, sometimes for hours on end. This is where he gained his fear of the dark.

When he came of age, he joined signed on as an Acolyte of the church, to serve out his 5 year conscription as a sort of war priest in the Ravanian army. He treats his teammates with respect, so long as their actions fall in line with the teachings of the Church (usually just no wanton murder, cruelty, or theft). Only one out his three teammates share in his beliefs, but he doesn't see that as a bad thing, as the tenets say that to choose one's path is a gift from the Mother, and even those who don't walk the path of light can still be virtuous and worthy of respect.

running out of space, so I'll finish quickly in the follow up post...

His goal to become an Ornate is firmly rooted in his beliefs. An Ornate is seen as the true bulwark of the Militarum Dar Luminare, as they wade headlong into battle, reciting scripture and inspiring courage in their allies and fear in those that would hide from the Mother's light. They are those that carry out the Mother's true justice, the pinochle he strives for in his mission to protect the weak. He avoids combat when he can, but he accepts that sometimes it just cannot be helped. "Grind those who would bring wanton destruction upon the weak to dust beneath your boot heels. Leave naught of them but ashen memory to be washed away in the lamentations of Heaven.", as it says in the Book of Tenets.

Respect to the weak, honor to the strong, and due justice to those that would stray from the path. And if he can spread the word of the Church of the Matra Dei to those that would listen, all the better.

Leopold Benhamit, the Scrap Knight. As his name suggests, he made his first suit of plate out of any bit of metal he could find around the house, including cutting the bottom out of a tea kettle to make a helm, colourful feathers pluming out of the spout. He initially wore this ridiculous suit as a prop when telling his doted-on daughter tall tales about heroic knights and heroes, but when an imminent goblin-raid threatened his village he wore it for real when he was drafted into the defense militia. They laughted at his kettle helmet and ladle handguards, but they stopped laughing when he racked up a tally of dead goblins higher than everyone else.

Since then he's bumbled from one adventure to another, being requested for by people curious about the so-called 'scrap knight' and eventually became knighted for real. He now wears a more purpose-made suit of plate armour, but still keeps his kettle helmet to remind himself of the daughter he fights to keep safe from all sorts of 'impossibly rude malcontents and demons'.

A workaholic English aristocrat with a kind heart and a very mean aim, trying to find a serial murderer and avoid getting his personality hijacked by the GM.

>avoid getting his personality hijacked by the GM.
I feel your pain friend.

Rook, a low level member of Emercia's thieves guild who also happens to be a skeleton. A bit over a hundred years ago, he was a rookie adventurer who tragically perished to a trap that he missed while exploring a dungeon, and he was later raised as an undead by some dick-ass necromancer. Eventually, the necromancer got himself killed, but for whatever reason Rook's soul didn't move on.

That's a much more complete character, yeah. The funny thing about characters is that more often than not in my experience, the more information there is the less likely a character is to come off as a try-hard if a good deal of that information has to do with motivational experience.

If someone has a backstory that's all "they did this, then they did this, then they did this..." it's going to come off as dumb. But if most of their things they've done have listed reasons and backstory context and if those experiences inform how they treat other things they've done and so on.

So far it feels like this guy's backstory flows from one motivating factor to another. So it's good to go in my opinion.

Thanks, Friend.

Playing a Blue Dragon Sorcerer in 5e who's an emotionless clone, currently on a quest to find a way to "Get" emotions.

His creator is an elf, who was himself a clone made by a Blue Dragon as a shock trooper. He escaped, and decided he wanted to feel emotions, and since he's a near-immortal, he had the idea to just make more clones and have them figure it out for him.

I'm currently playing my first ever game of shadowrun. My character is a 47 year old Gnome who's a Decker/Rigger hybrid and has a burnout level addiction to novacoke. The result is what looks like a coked up 12 year old hacking shit and driving the party around in his shitty car.

>I haven't let anyone in on the secret (not even the GM)
>almost six months of foreshadowing

Enjoy getting kicked from your group LOL

Younger players: this is an example of what NOT to do. Any "twist," you have, clear it with the GM.

She is the kind of person who tries to come up with a snarky comment about everything but usually fails, and cares a lot more about things than she's willing to admit.

And is sort of an actual person, which is more than can be said for me.

Please let us know how it went, I'm genuinely curious.

I play a Haradrim, who was exiled at a young age from his tribe and has been wandering ever since. He's had only very little contact with people since then, and the northerners are very untrustworthy of him, which has fostered a violent temper and he's very untrustworthy in turn.
Throughout the course of the story, he stopped in Bree and finally made some new friends when a girl asked why he was brown, and he has had to learn a little about northern culture, but it's not gone well.
I had a drawing that a friend did of him, but I can't seem to find it on my PC.

Currently playing a snarky Berliner face social adept.

She doesn't really contribute a whole lot to the party, other than the fact that Kinesics means that she can lie without much chance of being caught. Combine with Masking and general lack of morality, and shenanigans are had.

The real fun lies in leveraging her contacts, who include a serial-killer turned mercenary street-sam and the oblivious fixer that he works for.

A smuggler in a Star Wars Edge of the Empire campaign who thinks he's force sensitive and dreams to be a Jedi because his father once fought alongside a Jedi Master and used to tell him his war stories before he got killed by an Imperial.
He's actively looking for a hidden Jedi to teach him the way of the Force, and he's convinced that the Force guides all his actions.

Right now playing a Show in Apocalypse World named Yohann Sebaztin Rock. He's an insane psychic musician with a four necked electric violin named Paganini's Perturbator and a powdered wig. When he plays, it makes satellites start moving. He has also once eaten an astronaut.
Yohann is owned by a prostitute. He's not quite sure how that happened.

Bump

Bodyguard to a Rogue Trader, (Warhammerverse)
from a feudal world, not comfortable around advanced technology, uses a power greatsword to enforce the will of the Captain.
Lost most of her homeworld to the forces of Chaos, feeling pretty disillusioned with this whole Grimdark world, all her friends are dead, except like 2, no longer prays to the emperor.
Excellent swordswoman, recently survived more than 5 rounds in melee combat with a demon prince.