My 2nd dnd character, a plasmoid lunar sorcerer named It (it/its).
Very creature! I am very excited to play it in an upcoming spelljammer campaign with friends.
It's backstory below the cut.
The idea is that "It" comes from a clan of plasmoids that are all asexually reproduced clones. All of them are practically identical and all of them are wholesomely dumb. They don't really speak an intelligble language, rather making strange noises to each other. They all are the same; silly, goofy, and always getting into mischief. They, to some degree, no one knows exactly why - worship the giant, astral moon jellyfish that pass by in a universe-wide migration once in a millenia. These giant omnipotent moon jellyfish are like gods to the creatures, and during the most recent migration, this particular one, excited, climbed to inch itself a little closer to the moon jellyfish - no one has ever dared to get close out of respect and fear of the jellies! As it climbed, others began to noticr and become fearful. Shortly, all of those who had taken notice were babbling in a wave of commotion as they looked on. The creatures were even more shocked when the lone climber, once upon the highest rock, seemed to *mock* the gods by morphing a moon jellyfish onto its head whilst giggling. How dare it morph into the likeness of a god! The rest of it's clan shook in horror and dismay as one of the jellies took notice, waiting for their god to strike down their lives with the force of the universe in wrathful destruction.
Curious, the giant moon jellyfish leaned in close to observe the giggling creature. The jelly gently and wordlessly brought its tentacle to the creature's forehead, and with the sting, it saw a million universes in its eyes, stars, galaxies, planets, worlds, and moons. With this touch, it had been blessed with the magic of the moons granted by the moon jellyfish.
Afterward, It was percieved as blessed by it's clanmates - touched by a god that had been feared, loved, and respected for time immemorial. The individual was exactly the same - in every single way, to every other single clone. But it, for some reason, had been chosen. (It is unknown why).
Its connection with the moon jellyfish allows it to receive visions of danger - its duty is to protect those around it, those it calls friends. It's friends, who lack any idea what kind of creature it is, call their silly little ooze bunny "It". It is adored, but lack of a shared language cause it's warnings of prophecies to never be understood.
"The fire takes over the inn, the party has made it out only to find one of their comrades was left inside. The light shines on to Atlas' slime as he makes an attempt to stretch away from the fire, but It wasn't enough to get away from the flames. The rest of the party watches in horror as the building colapses."
