High Fantasy / Sword & Sorcery / D&D / Pathfinder version of my OC Noah who's been around for a few years. Often goes simply by Noc [pronounced "knock"]. I dust him off when tabletopping beckons and I'm in the mood to play a hooman. Let it be known that not even your non-modern OCs are safe from the grumpy fireman. Huehuehuehueueh.
I've drawn this dude before a while back. That design still pretty much checks out.
I'd love to actually disclose a little bit of background this time, if that's cool. <3
Noc began his martial career as part of a soldier company, during a point in his life when he was far more of a people-person, even going so far as earning the trust and favor of the commander. At some point, the company is implored by tribal wood elves to help deal with another clan (gnomes long-corrupted by some evil draconic force) threatening to wipe out their way of life.
Post-ambush, Courcelles was made a P.O.W. along with the rest of his squadron. Forced salamander-ingesting was a signature torture method of the clan. As elementals spawned from sulfur, the likes of dark, humid (big fans of rain), acidic biomes were dream habitats for these creatures, but this nesting behavior only resulted in the body burning from the inside-out, with the victim suffering a slow, searing, boiling, agonizing death.
Although thrown in a pit to die along with the rest of his squad and witnessing many of their traumatizing deaths, Ennoc managed to escape the hollow and stagger all the way back to an ally camp where he was delivered to the field hospice. Alas, with fever and delirium firmly set in, he was unable to relay enough information to rescue the squadron before passing out.
Healers soon understood that they couldn't remove or kill the salamander without causing some kind of deadly ignition, and so, with the combined expertise of both a modern and tribal alchemist, they worked together to transmogrify the material make-up of some of Noc's innards to counteract the intruder.
The first thing Ennoc did upon recovery was do something wildly out-of-character and got into a fight with his commander, who told him he couldn't help his teammates because they were certainly dead at that point. He flew into a rage, managing to injure the commander, but he wound up being disarmed and defeated anyhow. With his superior's trust in him completely shattered, Ennoc was let go for mental unsuitability.
Eventually he graduates from sellsword, to SPELLsword sellsword as the salamander's presence starts giving him access to fire spells. Magically allowed some fire-proof hair to grow in too. All done as a thank you for the free lodging, I suppose. It's the least the little beast can do to rectify the chronic pain, the temper problems, setting things on fire unintentionally, the white-blonde makeover, the sulfuric breath (which he goes through a loooooot of parsley and flowers to suppress), killing his career, and a million other things he didn't ask for.
A focus is implanted in his hand to help keep them pyrotechnics under control.
Even more sucky post-salamander side effects: He not only has a severe distrust of small races (gnomes especially - he'll get ridiculously triggered upon hearing their boisterous signature laughs), but the abnormal amounts of heat his body took on gave him brain damage that, in a sense... burned away his social filter. He throws insults, fantasy-race slurs, and meanspirited remarks when he really doesn't mean to, and you can tell it was an accident by the surprise and regret on his face afterward. No I'm not sorry for his inevitable future full of tavern brawls and getting thrown in jail all the time for insulting royals on accident.
Major elemental weakness: ICE.
Thanks for letting me annoy you with some personal RP stuff. C:
