What is your current PC's background?

[iowanscott]

To pass the time until sundren in back. How about we all Post the concept behind your current PC. and if we need to soak up more time we can then move to other PCs and then move to past PCs. And if that doesnt work I will bring the Kool-aid.

[CorneliusVonRichten]

Crap... reading the whole post would have been advantageous.

Anyway.

Sam: Joyful bard and follower of Kelemvor. Because her "training" as a bard denies her the possibility to become a doomguide, she does try even harder to follow his teachings by the letter and act as a "substituted doomguide".

Sarah: *Shrugs* Still trying to figure out a decent concept for her.

[TheBrogueadier]

Being a totally anal bugger I tend to write massive backgrounds for all my PCs..

I'll quickly sum up the ideas here though.

Alexander - Morally ambiguous noble/mage, semi-exiled in order to appease his fiancé's family after her death. Sees Law, Chaos, Good and Evil as silly arguments, they are merely ways of using the same tools. Very concentrated on his (possibly misguided) arcane projects and the betterment of himself regardless of cost or implication.


Giacomo - Enthusiastic bard/spy, penchant for the underdog, telling stories and enjoying life. Strong tendancy to rebel against lawfulness merely as all the good stories involve pasionate rebels wronged by the law. Most of his stories seem to involve a degree of womanising.


Eira - Bitch. Started off as misguided and subseptable to change, events have pushed her further (some might say beyond redemption) down the path to Auril's domain. Short temper, manipulative, grudge holding, hateful, spiteful. Enjoys making those around her suffer. Doesn't really have friends but is less likely to insult certain people.

[iowanscott]

Vaelek Lyonson

Homeland: Halruaa
Race: Human
Age: Late 40's

Background: Vaelek was born a poor merchants son, when he was young his fathers business improved and they moved to the capital where he helped his father throughout his youth. Shortly before his fathers death he married his childhood sweetheart. After his fathers death, Vaelek and his wife took over the family business. They worked hard and saved, planning to make a good life for their child. When the time came for their child to be born they had fallen on hard times.

They worked tirelessly over the course of a few years, their son growing so fast. The joy's of fatherhood filled him with a feeling like nothing else. But again they fell on hard times... Worse then before. Vaelek scrammbled to find the reason, some reason why... Only to find out their demise was the work of a man Vaelek knew all to well, a man he once called his friend.

He confronted the man, reasoned with him. But he was a powerfull and jealous mage, his lust for power knowing no bounds. Vaelek knew that the boy he befriened was gone and this man was, something else entirely. A man who, it was rumored, practiced necromancy...

Later that evening when Vaelek returned home, he noticed the lights were dim, and as he passed people on the street he heard their murmurings. Talks of the stench of death and flashes of magic. He walked faster, and faster. When he reached the door his heart sank, tears flooded his vision and fear chilled his soul.

The door was unlatched, he pushed it open quietly and as the dim light from the torches outside flooded into the room he saw what he feared most. He fell to his knees sobbing, begging the gods to let this be a trick, a sick joke. But as he sobbed over the death of his family, his life, He heard shuffling scraping and moaning. As he scanned the room he saw, drenched in blood and reaking of death, three undead.

His vision blurred and his will to live gone he reaches down and finds a fire log, just the right size for a club, and rushes into the room swinging at the abominations in his house. His blows seemed useless against them, they turned and came after him, clawing at his flesh... And then a white flash, the sound of armored boots. When he came to he saw the undead were gone. His family was gone. Before he could even speak, the armored man lifted him to his feet and told him to follow...

He followed him for so long. Finally after days of silence they arrived to their apparent destination. A place Vaelek would soon call home. A church of Kelemvor. There he trained. Days turned weeks, weeks to months, and months to years.

In the last months he began to train in combat, in magicks, both divine and arcane, for one purpose. His hate.. His hatred of undead, his hatred of the man who took his family. His hate that was now turned into a weapon of Kelemvor...

He left and searched for the man responsible, only to find the trail cold. He had fled the city, and so for months Vaelek traveled around waiting to hear something. Then he stumbled apon an opportunity to board a ship, destined for a land he did not know, Sundren.


((took so long to type I got logged out :\))((edited to add spaces to make it easier on the eyes))

[Product of Void]

hmmm summarying my charactors....intresting.

Shiv- would spoil the surprise and to much to say. He does not hide anything due to he does not need to. All the while enjoying everyones misunderstanding what he says or percieve it as he he expected. "Why lie the truth is more disturbing".

Ashinet - bascially a run away teenager trying to find her place in the world and be happy. Though has a slight dislike of humans and such due to their mistreatment of haflings.

Clavin - Path to hell paved by his good intentions. Unlike most sane folk he does not seek to change what he is instead wishes to fight fire with fire. And when he does get burned he will accept his fate. I think the best way he would explain it is as such. "Its easier to change who you are then what you are, and if I die well I am old. All I hope is to do something useful".

[Gamling]

Lauan: A woman who was tossed into a world of evil and unable to get away from it. She has shunned all of her friends, acquaintances and loved ones to pursue the path of a Thayan knight.

Her mind had been molded from that of a child to one of a knights by Pyras Demathos; decisive, unforgiving, brutal and merciless, she has grown far more successful than she could have ever been in slavery or in freedom. Though, nuisances often question her decisions to follow this path as most have deemed her as an evil scourge on the land.

[Thief Of Navarre]

Heh, no longer relevent since I dont play here anymore but;

Peligiri Durothil -
Born in Evermeet, moved to Icewind Dale at the age of one hundred and thirty six after his wife was murdered by Orcs where he became a militia man and ranger leaving his brother and parents in Evermeet, then moving to Sundren at 197. He is a fairly dour but good and highly intelligent man for a ranger possessing an almost fanatical hatred for orcs (later became a darkwood stalker) & Always nervous of halforcs but has a certain amount of sympathy for them..

Most of you guys have met him & his brother; there isnt much else to say..

[Peridan]

While I hate to give it away, but here goes.

Peridan Twilight: His true surname is Durothil, of the Evermeet leading clan of Sun Elves. He was trained as a duskblade by his master, and traveled Faerun for a time with him learning the rudiments of smithing. When they returned, they caught the first wave of attacks by Kyril Nimesin and Lloth on their attack on the Green Isle. Surrounded by demons, his master cast a banishment spell that took himself as well as the demons and devils surrounding them to the Outer Planes, leaving Peridan. In the battle, Peridan had lost an eye when it was plucked out by a particularly nasty devil.

After the whole thing died down, Peridan decided to master smithing and headed out to travel again, landing in Sundren eventually.

[Product of Void]

Bah your just saying that we all know it was a steam powered gnome hat that took out his eye :P

[Peridan]

Shh! No one was suppose to know!

[Azulfae]

I'Morcath - A sun elf from Evermeet, he fell in love with a drow and misguidedly returned to Evermeet with her, sneaking her into the island realm. Obviously she had her motives for going to Evermeet or she would never have gone. This was likely all her own manipulations.

I'Morcath paid dearly for this and so did his lover. In the end though, whatever plottings she had in mind were forgotten, she did truely love him and tried to escape with him to make a better life, just the two of them somewhere where they could fit in and be accepted.

Upon trying to escape, Ellisime was slain by other sun elves.

I'Morcath had made his way to Sundren via several other ports ever since and now this is his current resting place. He does not know what his direction in life should now be but the damage to his previously peaceful and caring mind has left him a cold empty shell, frustrated and tormeted by his lovers death.

[Kaeldorn]

From Yashia's bio at http://www.sundren.org/index.php?page=characters

Background:

Yashia was born in Westreach, a small settlement on the borders of the Reaching Woods that mostly thanked it's existence to hunting, woodworking and carpentry. It lay just to the north of Scornubel, the Caravan City. Her mother died giving birth to her only child. While her father, Harald, felt that their daughter was to blame, from the moment he first laid eyes upon the little girl, he knew he could not forsake her. Much less hate her.

Harald was a travelling merchant who had become fairly wealthy from his trade. He could raise Yashia with what he had, though it cost him most of his savings, for he couldn't continue his work on the side. As Yashia grew up to be quite a remarkable young woman, Harald started taking her on small trade trips to make a living. She got to know and befriended many people, among which the artists inspired her with dreams for a future calling.

In time, she became fond of travelling and the outdoors. When she wasn't on the road, Yashia would often go out to explore and admire the woods where she had sometimes played as a child. Yashia came in contact with a circle of druids, who taught her the ways of the wild.

Yashia was taken into the care of the temple of Lathander in Scornubel after a series of unfortunate events in which her father and the best of her friends were killed. To make things worse, Yashia herself had unintentionally had a hand in it. She was broken, but certain members of the temple that she had come to know personally managed to give her some comfort.

In the days to come, she devoted herself to serving Lathander's temple. The loss of some of it's champions was deeply mourned, but every last one of the temple's servants saw the hopeful face of the girl who had lost it all, though boldly remained standing. A senior paladin, named Luther, initiated Yashia Jadysvarion as his pupil, a member of the Order of the Aster. He saw in her a strong soul. He believed it was his duty to pass on to her the experience of his lifetime, as to prepare her for what lay ahead. He taught her the way of the paladin, before he himself would grow too old.

Several years passed, until the venerable Luther's heart gave in after a life of toil for the greater good. For some time, Yashia remained as the last paladin of the Aster in Scornubel. However, the only trouble in the area was caused by disputes over money and ownership, as well as political intrigue. Yashia longed to seek out the true threats to humanity and to bring hope to those who most needed it. Against the pleas and orders of the Healing House of Lathander to make her stay as an example to the people who no longer seemed to care about anything but their own welfare, she simply said her goodbyes and departed one day and headed northwest.

Many months she travelled along the Trade Way and wandered the lands around it, lending her aid to both the people and nature whenever she could. Eventually, Yashia came to know of a land called Sundren, rumored to be at the mercy of evils that were not at all too different from the ones that had befallen her in her youth. Little did she know that her true tests had yet to come...

Lots of details left out because they aren't IC knowledge

[The Failmonster]

A little insight on Binadas... pardon the length.

Born within a small settlement, a melting pot of minorities nestled along The West Wall of Halruaa, Binadas came to realize that he was different from his kin. There was something about them- about himself- he reasoned, that just didn't belong.

While by all means not uncommon to Halruaa, it was something of a surprise when Binadas began to manifest an affinity for magic at a very young age. Unlike the majority of mages throughout his homelands, Binadas did not derive his talent from a meticulous study of incantations, and spell-forms. It came natural.

Clumbsy, uneven, fumbling like a man with no hands trying to sew leather. Some days he felt he simply could not bring anything to bear. On others, perched above the secluded gorge he all but lived in, Binadas terrified himself. Leaping from his hands a small white flame, by neglectful appraisal an unimpressive thing. It wasn't the sight, the size or even the unnaturally vibrant heat that struck fear into the elven boy's heart. No, the fire breathed, it moved, and somehow, it knew. He could not control it, but he felt as though something were being drawn from him, an ethereal string unraveling his gut, inch by aching inch. Flitting unerringly toward his meager camp as casual as time itself, the hungry flame circled once before striking his buckskin tent in a fiery display.

Since that day Binadas sealed a pact with himself, promising not to cease until he'd mastered that flame. Then, he declared, with only the rocks to witness, he would master two. Then three... Binadas left that gorge with something more than fear for what he'd done. He left with a taste for power.

By the young elven age of seventy, his experiments grew harder to resist. And harder not to notice. Binadas was, like so much kindling, consumed. Eating, sleeping, these mundane tasks were simply in the way. The village could not deny the orange glow that blossomed in the night just over the ridge one night. Or beyond that bend the next. Though he always lived on the outskirts of society, Binadas became well and truly ostracized. The signs of his precipitous rise to understanding came in the form of ash, stirred indifferently by the breeze.

Fear created rumors, which bred conclusions, the kind of conclusions that breeds conviction, and from there action was but a nudge away. The first threats did not come in person. Letters pinned on blackened remains of a tree outside his gorge. Written in angry, bold letters.

"We no longer believe it is in the best interests of the village to allow your obessions to continue, so close to our homes. We want you to leave Binadas. You are no longer considered our kin. Do not force our hand.

Outrage. Hunger. A Burgeoning. It came as it always did- the first thing to go was his feet. Then his arms, thighs, and soon the only feeling remaining in his awareness was the pulsing heat coursing over his face. How dare they drive me away. How dare they demand I stop, when I have NEVER BOTHERED A SOUL. He was not sure if the screaming was merely in his mind, or if it penetrated that barrier of heat he seemed to be trapped in.

There upon the ground, a warning, unheeded- a smoldering scrap of parchment...


((And the rest I'll not give away yet))

[Sammael]

read thread title, spent 10 mins finding + uploading current desktop background to an image host, re-read thread, realised failure

[Thief Of Navarre]

While I hate to give it away, but here goes.

Peridan Twilight: His true surname is Durothil, of the Evermeet leading clan of Sun Elves.

So thats means Peligir & Aryon are almost related to Peridan! I know the Durothils are a big lot (comprised of several hundred elves of moon and sun elven descent) but its still pretty cool!