Yeti 0: Argnor Tholden is accepted.
TroyandHawk: I can't except Rellik for one reason. You call it a girl in the rest of the profile, but a boy in the bio? What's with that?
Nman: Dr. None Moonraven is accepted, and I would definetly like to hear more about her dad.
Taco: Hitler Hiltan Faldos is accepted, as long as you change the bit about the curse on his staff. Humans can't use magic, remember? And, yeah, feel free to write a World Building article for it.
edited 4th Jun '13 1:37:40 AM by MusikMaestro
Hmm, we have a thief/rogue, two offensive fighters, a paladin, a blacksmith, a healer, a mage/someone who can actually talk - seems like a good spread, only thing that doesn't seem covered is the who ranger/bowman dude. Races, though, I'm surprised no one's made a dwarf or goblin. Being a magic robot or setting yourself on fire seem pretty cool
- Name: Main personality goes by Gil, though also answers to Gal, Gel, Gol and Gul respectively.
- Race: Goblin
- Gender: Male
- Appearance: Largely a typical looking wizened copper-skinned Goblin, with four “outcroppings” of blessed stones embedded on his back.
- Age: 29
- Personality: As Gil, sardonic and snarky. As Gal, boastful and hardheaded. As Gel, altruistic and diplomatic. As Gol, serious and bookish. As Gul, cowardly and conniving.
- Bio:
- This is the story of a goblin son,
- Born to an old wise matron,
- He had four brothers, cunning and clever,
- Each of which, to his chagrin, would be shot and severed,
- Smashed and crushed under weighs a ton,
- From time five remains. Five eyes, bright.
- The Firstborn is the hearty Gal,
- Mighty and tough, his flame burns with heat infernal,
- He proclaims, I will be a mercenary,
- Earns gold, be the envies of human gentry,
- On the fourth day, discovered, an arrow lodged in his vital,
- And so one is dead, four remains. Four eyes, paled.
- The Second is the naive Gel,
- Idealistic bright eyes, never truly off his shell,
- He goes off one day; establish a trade route he says,
- Only to discover, in the World, he is so much as putty and clay,
- On the third day, thrown into an abattoir, cut to pieces, his meats sell,
- And so two are dead, three remains. Three eyes, faded.
- The Fourth child is the devout Gol,
- True of faith, never wavered by idol,
- Learning his lessons, he stayed in Goblin land,
- Practicing his beliefs in peace, never harmed a single man,
- On the second day, the Orges didn’t care, crushing him with First One’s symbol,
- And so three are dead, two remains. Two eyes, dimmed.
- The Fifth runt is the frightful Gul,
- Scared of leaving home, he dreamt of safety, all else, annulled,
- Sent to carry water up a cliff side,
- Simple enough task, worries, trite,
- On the first day, he slipped and fall, and fall also, atop of him, his haul,
- And so four are dead, one remains. One eyes, dulled.
- The Third one is the curious Gil,
- Embittered, angry, unwilling to let his brothers pass on still,
- He travelled, high and low, the land of Artedon,
- Dwelling in a crypt, he encountered a Grimoire, one of Solomon,
- Knowledge forbidden, inside him welled unbidden, for years, until,
- And so five are dead, none remains. No more, dark.
- Last of the fives died, and all of the fives reborn,
- No more, no more, they shall never be asunder, torn,
- A Magus, conduit, embedded with Blessed stones,
- One is five, five is one, their bright eyes shone,
- On the last day, gathered his brothers’ remains, become one, a new dawn,
- And so five are dead, and yet five remains.
- So, with his journey done, his quest at an end,
- He find himself bored, anything to distract him would be a godsend,
- A ball, rumor says, the most important of them all,
- With many attending, smart and strong, short and tall,
- So the band of brothers, band of one, sets off from their den.
- Their destination, the Crystal Isle,
- Uncaring of his apprehension, nor any other's ire,
- Riches untold awaits, or so it was said,
- And in any case, no other plans were laid,
- So the band of brothers, band of one, unwittingly casts the die.
- Equipment: A crossbow, a staff, an axe and a dagger. Each finely made, though not particularly noteworthy otherwise. Sigils creating kits. Grimoire of Solomon.
- Abilities: Incredibly proficient at Containment magic, to the point of creating a facsimile of the old, lost magic of Soul transferral and Blessed stones creation. Capable of swapping between his own and his brothers’ personalities, capable of changing once a day to aspects of warrior, diplomat, mage, cleric, and thief. He uses the memories, skills, and knowledge of his brothers in their forms.
edited 9th Jun '13 3:03:11 AM by PBlades
Sure. I will try to keep it vague and stuff.
Full disclosure, I began with a Totem Pole Trench Joke Character. I had no idea how I ended up with Split Personality Trine.

I just sorta threw together the story for Hiltan's cane, maybe I could write a whole post in the Worldbuilding thread about it?
edited 4th Jun '13 2:36:38 PM by Taco