breathe life into this guy!!! help me! [Archive] - Wizards Community

breathe life into this guy!!! help me! [Archive] - Wizards Community

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Sergikins
05-02-06, 10:31 AM Ok, so I'm on my usual roll. When I make a character, i usually draw him first. I don't even think of class, race, whatever. Whatever happens is what the character is. so my latest drawing is of a bald stony faced man with a facial tatto that encompasses his face. He wears a breastplate with a scale war shirt, and he has symbols of a god of time on his armor. He carries a spear in one hand, a tower sheild in the other, and to be honest, he looks like a paladin (I'll scan him in later, I'm in school right now)

But I don't want him to be Lawful Good. In fact, I want him to be a Lawful Evil knight (postion, not class) of a corrupt baron, however, I'm not good at writing stories out well. if anyone can give me a skeleton story to base it off, please do so. Assume that anyplace you want to exsists, he is currently not intended for any campaigns I'm in

I have a good idea for his personality, a silent watcher that records events in a non partisan way. the way he acts is diffrent, but every event, big or little is recorded the way it is, not influenced by the way he acted.

Hes a fighter, probably level 3, Human.
Redding MTG Player
05-02-06, 08:01 PM Here is a really rough shot at a background, and the names are quite inventive.

Grains of sand dance across the face of the dunes each the most insignificant of pieces in the hour glass of time; a grain of sand, a king of men, a begger in the street, the very god gods themselves are all but pieces in the infinite of time. Smiley is sworn to an order as old as time it self to record that which passes, the blooming of the first rose of spring or a plauge that ravages millions; each different but in the end equally important to his order.

Assigned to the Baron Frankfurter, a man whos name is cursed by his subjects and whos death will be cheared in the steets Smiley is tasked to record all that is done within the domain. Each attrocitty committed by Frankfurter is recorded in detail, the death of each subject described so in cool dispasionate terms one would think he was writing a book on the advantages of crop rotation in tropical climates, but that is his charge to record not to judge or take sides and so he will continue to record untill such a time as he is called to watch another.
Need_A_Life
05-03-06, 04:13 PM Lawful Evil?

Start by making a lawful good personality, then twist it ever so slightly and you're golden.

Serving ones country or church is never a bad place to start when i doubt about what to start by writing.

Make sure that your character is unique, give him some detail that the others are sure to comment on. I have had a cowardly [he called it stealthy] monk and on Friday I'll be introducing a necromancer who sees combat as unnessecary, I plan on letting him sit on the sideline and when things turn against the group I'll reluclantly join the fight.
KoronBlackwing
05-07-06, 09:53 AM okay no storeis to help pop to mind at the moment but I will come back if I get something. But question LE??? based off of the a "silent watcher that records events in a non partisan way" I would think LN or even TN. But hey it is your character, just my thoughts at the moment.
Harrow Blade
05-08-06, 02:52 AM I like your approach to character concepts if I had any skill past toddler level finger painting I might do the same.

Getting past my immediate 'Psychic Warrior' impulse (tattoo's do that to me) you don't need to be a paladin or cleric to worship a god. A straight fighter could work aswell. now for the story ideas. swap out Inset for your chosen name.

Insert was born to an unremarkable family in an unremarkable village but as youth morphed into manhood he quickly grew dissalusioned with the life his parents had chosen for him. Instead he joined the local army where his physical ability and skill combined with his desire for hard discipline saw him rise through the ranks quickly. The new recruits fast learned to step wary around him as his temper was as cold, hard and unrelenting as steel.

The baron he served was not a benevolent man and had garnered many enemies, one of which was a local druid turned blighter who wish to spread his rot and decay through the barons land. The ensuing fight was bloody and horrific as many men fell under the deadly power of the twisted druid. Insert was the one who eventually slew him but not before a hiddeous rotting curse caused the skin on his face to start to crack and fall away in festering chunks. As a reward for his effort and sacrifice the baron ordered the clerics to save this valuable asset under pain of death. For several days the clerics fought the rot but to no avail until an unknown entity appeared in thier midst and began to repair the mutilated face. As it's fingers traced the weeping wounds glowing lines appeared and the flesh began to knit. When it was done it vanished leaving no trace but the lines traces onto Insert's face.

When he awoke Insert's face was whole but altered by the tattoo that seemed never to be still. When he is angry it begins to glow and writhe about his face as if alive leading many fresh recruits to belive he has the blood of demons in him. The other change in him following that was a deep seated knowledge that there was much for him to do yet and all he needed to do was bide his time until all was in place, time was now a very important consideration.

Hope this helps.
Harrow Blade
Zeroflowne
05-08-06, 05:37 PM "Time... it's what makes all men equal. Right?"

Not in Jorv's case. As a fresh-faced young mercenary, he found himself tasked with retrieving a book from an undead-loving wizard's tent. He felt really uneasy about it (wouldn't you?), but he did it anyway, eager to please as he is. He dispatched the two orc guards with style and flair, and walked proudly into the empty tent.

"All the work for this little book, eh? Heh, it doesn't seem like muc...AAAAARGH"

As he touches the book, tendrils wind his way up his body, looking like sickly lines of ink. They settle in a concentric pattern of jagged lines, going into most places of his body. Jorv doesn't notice this, lying on the ground in pain as he is.

Jorv awakens to the sight of two despairing clerics.

"I don't know what disease this is, but none of us can cure it. All we can say is... you have five years to live."

"Is that so? Then they'll be the greatest five years ever lived."

Jorv goes on, living a grand life, chronicling every bit of it. Every time he looks in a mirror, he sees the black lines spreading over more and more of his body. Eventually, he hears of a lord with power over life and death... maybe he can liberate Jorv from this disease?

(the last part is to give him a lawful bent... you could remove it and make him a CN hedonist, otherwise.)
Fleet_Halfelven
05-09-06, 07:20 AM With the obsessive writing, he could be slightly autistic or something.

...

He learnt how to write almost before he learnt how to speak - but he learnt how to speak late. It seemed that Jonathan could never quite get the hang of interpersonal relationships. From early on, he would be moved to obsession. Of course, he was bright - although his knowledge was restricted to those areas that interested him. And when he was introduced to the martial arts, he would practice for hours on end, through pouring rain and winter's cold; practicing at first with a staff and then with wooden swords and spears. Few dared to spar with him, as even in friendly bouts, he would not hold back his blows.

It was only natural to him that when he saw that design he would chose to make it a part of him. The tattoo that he chose to have put on his face was reversed, so that he could see it correctly in the mirror, and it annoyed him that the artist had not rendered it perfectly upon his skin. It didn't bother him that the sight of his face now distressed his ageing mother, but he had never understood feelings properly anyway.

When he was not engaging in the current object of his obsession, he would simply watch. Every event was stored in his mind perfectly, and every detail he wrote in his journal. From the insignificant play of children, to the heinous extent of his lord's tyrrany, he would scribe what he saw. What lies between the leather-bound covers of his journal would doubtless be useful for the baron's enemies - if someone could be found with the fortitude to wade through the minute and irrelevant details that clutter its pages.

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Sergikins 05-02-06, 10:31 AM	Ok, so I'm on my usual roll. When I make a character, i usually draw him first. I don't even think of class, race, whatever. Whatever happens is what the character is. so my latest drawing is of a bald stony faced man with a facial tatto that encompasses his face. He wears a breastplate with a scale war shirt, and he has symbols of a god of time on his armor. He carries a spear in one hand, a tower sheild in the other, and to be honest, he looks like a paladin (I'll scan him in later, I'm in school right now) But I don't want him to be Lawful Good. In fact, I want him to be a Lawful Evil knight (postion, not class) of a corrupt baron, however, I'm not good at writing stories out well. if anyone can give me a skeleton story to base it off, please do so. Assume that anyplace you want to exsists, he is currently not intended for any campaigns I'm in I have a good idea for his personality, a silent watcher that records events in a non partisan way. the way he acts is diffrent, but every event, big or little is recorded the way it is, not influenced by the way he acted. Hes a fighter, probably level 3, Human.
Redding MTG Player 05-02-06, 08:01 PM	Here is a really rough shot at a background, and the names are quite inventive. Grains of sand dance across the face of the dunes each the most insignificant of pieces in the hour glass of time; a grain of sand, a king of men, a begger in the street, the very god gods themselves are all but pieces in the infinite of time. Smiley is sworn to an order as old as time it self to record that which passes, the blooming of the first rose of spring or a plauge that ravages millions; each different but in the end equally important to his order. Assigned to the Baron Frankfurter, a man whos name is cursed by his subjects and whos death will be cheared in the steets Smiley is tasked to record all that is done within the domain. Each attrocitty committed by Frankfurter is recorded in detail, the death of each subject described so in cool dispasionate terms one would think he was writing a book on the advantages of crop rotation in tropical climates, but that is his charge to record not to judge or take sides and so he will continue to record untill such a time as he is called to watch another.
Need_A_Life 05-03-06, 04:13 PM	Lawful Evil? Start by making a lawful good personality, then twist it ever so slightly and you're golden. Serving ones country or church is never a bad place to start when i doubt about what to start by writing. Make sure that your character is unique, give him some detail that the others are sure to comment on. I have had a cowardly [he called it stealthy] monk and on Friday I'll be introducing a necromancer who sees combat as unnessecary, I plan on letting him sit on the sideline and when things turn against the group I'll reluclantly join the fight.
KoronBlackwing 05-07-06, 09:53 AM	okay no storeis to help pop to mind at the moment but I will come back if I get something. But question LE??? based off of the a "silent watcher that records events in a non partisan way" I would think LN or even TN. But hey it is your character, just my thoughts at the moment.
Harrow Blade 05-08-06, 02:52 AM	I like your approach to character concepts if I had any skill past toddler level finger painting I might do the same. Getting past my immediate 'Psychic Warrior' impulse (tattoo's do that to me) you don't need to be a paladin or cleric to worship a god. A straight fighter could work aswell. now for the story ideas. swap out Inset for your chosen name. Insert was born to an unremarkable family in an unremarkable village but as youth morphed into manhood he quickly grew dissalusioned with the life his parents had chosen for him. Instead he joined the local army where his physical ability and skill combined with his desire for hard discipline saw him rise through the ranks quickly. The new recruits fast learned to step wary around him as his temper was as cold, hard and unrelenting as steel. The baron he served was not a benevolent man and had garnered many enemies, one of which was a local druid turned blighter who wish to spread his rot and decay through the barons land. The ensuing fight was bloody and horrific as many men fell under the deadly power of the twisted druid. Insert was the one who eventually slew him but not before a hiddeous rotting curse caused the skin on his face to start to crack and fall away in festering chunks. As a reward for his effort and sacrifice the baron ordered the clerics to save this valuable asset under pain of death. For several days the clerics fought the rot but to no avail until an unknown entity appeared in thier midst and began to repair the mutilated face. As it's fingers traced the weeping wounds glowing lines appeared and the flesh began to knit. When it was done it vanished leaving no trace but the lines traces onto Insert's face. When he awoke Insert's face was whole but altered by the tattoo that seemed never to be still. When he is angry it begins to glow and writhe about his face as if alive leading many fresh recruits to belive he has the blood of demons in him. The other change in him following that was a deep seated knowledge that there was much for him to do yet and all he needed to do was bide his time until all was in place, time was now a very important consideration. Hope this helps. Harrow Blade
Zeroflowne 05-08-06, 05:37 PM	"Time... it's what makes all men equal. Right?" Not in Jorv's case. As a fresh-faced young mercenary, he found himself tasked with retrieving a book from an undead-loving wizard's tent. He felt really uneasy about it (wouldn't you?), but he did it anyway, eager to please as he is. He dispatched the two orc guards with style and flair, and walked proudly into the empty tent. "All the work for this little book, eh? Heh, it doesn't seem like muc...AAAAARGH" As he touches the book, tendrils wind his way up his body, looking like sickly lines of ink. They settle in a concentric pattern of jagged lines, going into most places of his body. Jorv doesn't notice this, lying on the ground in pain as he is. Jorv awakens to the sight of two despairing clerics. "I don't know what disease this is, but none of us can cure it. All we can say is... you have five years to live." "Is that so? Then they'll be the greatest five years ever lived." Jorv goes on, living a grand life, chronicling every bit of it. Every time he looks in a mirror, he sees the black lines spreading over more and more of his body. Eventually, he hears of a lord with power over life and death... maybe he can liberate Jorv from this disease? (the last part is to give him a lawful bent... you could remove it and make him a CN hedonist, otherwise.)
Fleet_Halfelven 05-09-06, 07:20 AM	With the obsessive writing, he could be slightly autistic or something. ... He learnt how to write almost before he learnt how to speak - but he learnt how to speak late. It seemed that Jonathan could never quite get the hang of interpersonal relationships. From early on, he would be moved to obsession. Of course, he was bright - although his knowledge was restricted to those areas that interested him. And when he was introduced to the martial arts, he would practice for hours on end, through pouring rain and winter's cold; practicing at first with a staff and then with wooden swords and spears. Few dared to spar with him, as even in friendly bouts, he would not hold back his blows. It was only natural to him that when he saw that design he would chose to make it a part of him. The tattoo that he chose to have put on his face was reversed, so that he could see it correctly in the mirror, and it annoyed him that the artist had not rendered it perfectly upon his skin. It didn't bother him that the sight of his face now distressed his ageing mother, but he had never understood feelings properly anyway. When he was not engaging in the current object of his obsession, he would simply watch. Every event was stored in his mind perfectly, and every detail he wrote in his journal. From the insignificant play of children, to the heinous extent of his lord's tyrrany, he would scribe what he saw. What lies between the leather-bound covers of his journal would doubtless be useful for the baron's enemies - if someone could be found with the fortitude to wade through the minute and irrelevant details that clutter its pages.