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diphycue
05-08-06, 12:46 PM Duggy was born in a very poor ghetto in the city. He was one of over two dozen children, of course no one had enough attention...not to mention, when food got really scarce some of his siblings would come up missing, and suddenly meat would be abundant for a week or more. He wasn't very old when he decided to get away...his mother was pregnant, again, and with several more mouths to feed on the way, he figured it would be best if he just left.

He moved from place to place, begging for scraps, swiping what wasn't nailed down. It was during one of his frequent five fingered finaglings for food, fun, or fencing that a local thieve's guild member noticed him.

It turned out that they needed a small fellow to crawl through little openings and open doors from the inside. The little openings it turned out were mostly sewage drains.

As time went by Duggy noticed that some of the practices of the thieve's guild ended with the throat slitting of the usually still sleeping house occupants. For some reason, maybe it was the conditions he grew up in, maybe it was some touch within his soul, he started to feel bad for the innocent victims. Not so much the stealing of their possessions, after all, if they had anything to steal they had more than he did, but the killing of them for no reason.

Of course, when he mentioned this to his sect-mates they accused him of being soft hearted, and ordered him to perform the next slitting. Being surrounded by bigger, and tougher, thieves than himself he did it...but something snapped inside him when he did.

At the first opportunity he left, running and hiding in the underbelly of the metropolis...but now he seeks out members of his former clique. And, when he finds them, he deals with them. The predators have become prey...and Duggy has sworn a vow that he will not stop until the entire guild is extinct. Not just them, any who would kill the helpless garner his wrath.

He knows he has a lot to learn, and a lot of experience to gain...but he knows his mission and he focuses on it with an obsession.
MasterOfPsychic
05-08-06, 01:04 PM ooh... Nice concept... But there is one thing I think about: What race is he? Sounds like a human, but TWO DOZEN children?

Anyway: Why would a person how shunn killing want to kill the guild? He'd seem more of a dude who would like to take them to justice and let the law handle them... And he'd seem more of a person who'd only go after those who ACCUALLY kill people on purpose, not just anyone inn the guild, as they might just be thieves, and even the murderers might be jsut like him...

Unless he got maddened by the killing expirience he had...

and: Just curios: what class does he have? And Alignment? Seems like a TN Rogue/Fighter, depending a little on his behaviour...
diphycue
05-08-06, 01:18 PM Yeah, he went a little nuts... I was thinking Goblin or Kobold... He doesn't shun killing, it's the killing of helpless innocents that got him...and he figures that anyone in the guild are as guilty as anyone else for allowing it...if they really were opposed to the slaughter they would get out.

As for class levels, probably Rogue/Ranger (Urban Variant)/Vigilante
Need_A_Life
05-10-06, 04:18 PM I'd place him at Chaotic Lawful with Evil tendencies :P .

Just clear it with your DM, no one enjoys a chronic wanderer who does not have any goals that coincide with the group's
diphycue
05-18-06, 10:56 PM Duggy, as it's been said, was born in poverty. Growing up in the Randoms was difficult for him, as it is for all creatures looked down on by man. It wasn't until he was recruited by the Red Blades that a human ever showed him kindness...and even then it wasn't motivated by altruism. Once they had lured Duggy into the guild he realized that the "lesser humanoids" were given the worst assignments, the lowest cut of profit, and the first to be given up to the law.

But, Duggy had a spark of nobility within him, a deeper sense of duty than most of his kin. So, he worked, taking whatever assignment was given to him, never complaining about his meager earnings, nor even about his stints in jail. He never even let a peep while squeezing through sewer pipes to gain access to an otherwise sealed location.

For a long time he kept that attitude, even about things that truly upset him. Namely, that it seemed to be an unspoken agreement to kill whomever was the current mark. Sometimes the more sadistic thieves "toyed" with the victims before finally killing them. Kobolds may not have the same cues where sex is concerned...they being mostly concerned with scent and timing, rather than love or lust...but he did figure that if someone was screaming and kicking, that they probably were not into the act...especially since most were told they were going to be killed afterward.

He kept silent for several months before finally speaking up. And, after being mocked for questioning and beaten so he wouldn't question again, he was ordered to perform the next execution. It was an elderly human man. He was sleeping soundly, most likely deaf. The job had gone off without a hitch, and Duggy knew the man would never be able to identify them...he might never have realized anything was missing, attributing it to faulty memory. There was no reason behind the murder...and yet he was ordered to slit the man's throat while he slept. Duggy took his dagger, knowing he would be lain next to the old man if he did not, and drew it quickly across the man's neck. Later, and still, he would try and tell himself that at least the man felt no pain...except that he knows it isn't true. He wakes at night, shivering, the old man's pale blue eyes staring at him in his dreams.

After the deed was done, his "fellows" clapped him on the back, congratulated him, and bought him a very nice meal. But, the food tasted like ashes in Duggy's mouth. He joked with them, laughed...but it was all forced. That night he gathered what little he had managed to acquire, and did what he had had to do many times before...slid down a sewer pipe.

Over the next year he trained himself...focusing on the evil that those men in the guild were doing. He watched them, talked to people, practised fighting in the sewer system. He is getting himself ready, ready to begin ending their nightly terrors. He can no longer stand by and let the tyranny of evil men destroy the weak...he will be the shepherd. Duggy will take back what was taken. He will stop the Red Blades and all others who prey on the helpless and innocent.

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diphycue 05-08-06, 12:46 PM	Duggy was born in a very poor ghetto in the city. He was one of over two dozen children, of course no one had enough attention...not to mention, when food got really scarce some of his siblings would come up missing, and suddenly meat would be abundant for a week or more. He wasn't very old when he decided to get away...his mother was pregnant, again, and with several more mouths to feed on the way, he figured it would be best if he just left. He moved from place to place, begging for scraps, swiping what wasn't nailed down. It was during one of his frequent five fingered finaglings for food, fun, or fencing that a local thieve's guild member noticed him. It turned out that they needed a small fellow to crawl through little openings and open doors from the inside. The little openings it turned out were mostly sewage drains. As time went by Duggy noticed that some of the practices of the thieve's guild ended with the throat slitting of the usually still sleeping house occupants. For some reason, maybe it was the conditions he grew up in, maybe it was some touch within his soul, he started to feel bad for the innocent victims. Not so much the stealing of their possessions, after all, if they had anything to steal they had more than he did, but the killing of them for no reason. Of course, when he mentioned this to his sect-mates they accused him of being soft hearted, and ordered him to perform the next slitting. Being surrounded by bigger, and tougher, thieves than himself he did it...but something snapped inside him when he did. At the first opportunity he left, running and hiding in the underbelly of the metropolis...but now he seeks out members of his former clique. And, when he finds them, he deals with them. The predators have become prey...and Duggy has sworn a vow that he will not stop until the entire guild is extinct. Not just them, any who would kill the helpless garner his wrath. He knows he has a lot to learn, and a lot of experience to gain...but he knows his mission and he focuses on it with an obsession.
MasterOfPsychic 05-08-06, 01:04 PM	ooh... Nice concept... But there is one thing I think about: What race is he? Sounds like a human, but TWO DOZEN children? Anyway: Why would a person how shunn killing want to kill the guild? He'd seem more of a dude who would like to take them to justice and let the law handle them... And he'd seem more of a person who'd only go after those who ACCUALLY kill people on purpose, not just anyone inn the guild, as they might just be thieves, and even the murderers might be jsut like him... Unless he got maddened by the killing expirience he had... and: Just curios: what class does he have? And Alignment? Seems like a TN Rogue/Fighter, depending a little on his behaviour...
diphycue 05-08-06, 01:18 PM	Yeah, he went a little nuts... I was thinking Goblin or Kobold... He doesn't shun killing, it's the killing of helpless innocents that got him...and he figures that anyone in the guild are as guilty as anyone else for allowing it...if they really were opposed to the slaughter they would get out. As for class levels, probably Rogue/Ranger (Urban Variant)/Vigilante
Need_A_Life 05-10-06, 04:18 PM	I'd place him at Chaotic Lawful with Evil tendencies :P . Just clear it with your DM, no one enjoys a chronic wanderer who does not have any goals that coincide with the group's
diphycue 05-18-06, 10:56 PM	Duggy, as it's been said, was born in poverty. Growing up in the Randoms was difficult for him, as it is for all creatures looked down on by man. It wasn't until he was recruited by the Red Blades that a human ever showed him kindness...and even then it wasn't motivated by altruism. Once they had lured Duggy into the guild he realized that the "lesser humanoids" were given the worst assignments, the lowest cut of profit, and the first to be given up to the law. But, Duggy had a spark of nobility within him, a deeper sense of duty than most of his kin. So, he worked, taking whatever assignment was given to him, never complaining about his meager earnings, nor even about his stints in jail. He never even let a peep while squeezing through sewer pipes to gain access to an otherwise sealed location. For a long time he kept that attitude, even about things that truly upset him. Namely, that it seemed to be an unspoken agreement to kill whomever was the current mark. Sometimes the more sadistic thieves "toyed" with the victims before finally killing them. Kobolds may not have the same cues where sex is concerned...they being mostly concerned with scent and timing, rather than love or lust...but he did figure that if someone was screaming and kicking, that they probably were not into the act...especially since most were told they were going to be killed afterward. He kept silent for several months before finally speaking up. And, after being mocked for questioning and beaten so he wouldn't question again, he was ordered to perform the next execution. It was an elderly human man. He was sleeping soundly, most likely deaf. The job had gone off without a hitch, and Duggy knew the man would never be able to identify them...he might never have realized anything was missing, attributing it to faulty memory. There was no reason behind the murder...and yet he was ordered to slit the man's throat while he slept. Duggy took his dagger, knowing he would be lain next to the old man if he did not, and drew it quickly across the man's neck. Later, and still, he would try and tell himself that at least the man felt no pain...except that he knows it isn't true. He wakes at night, shivering, the old man's pale blue eyes staring at him in his dreams. After the deed was done, his "fellows" clapped him on the back, congratulated him, and bought him a very nice meal. But, the food tasted like ashes in Duggy's mouth. He joked with them, laughed...but it was all forced. That night he gathered what little he had managed to acquire, and did what he had had to do many times before...slid down a sewer pipe. Over the next year he trained himself...focusing on the evil that those men in the guild were doing. He watched them, talked to people, practised fighting in the sewer system. He is getting himself ready, ready to begin ending their nightly terrors. He can no longer stand by and let the tyranny of evil men destroy the weak...he will be the shepherd. Duggy will take back what was taken. He will stop the Red Blades and all others who prey on the helpless and innocent.