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Rosia (Rose) is my irl Dungeons & Dragons character that I have been playing since 2015!
She's big, loud, and full of adventure...and looking for someone to adventure with.
At first glance, Rose is the life of the party. She's fun, loyal, and her raucous laugh can be heard across any tavern. She would do anything for her friends and loves an adventure, not liking to settle in one place! A night sleeping under the stars is a good night to Rose.
She tries to stay around other adventurers as much as she can, tacking herself onto every travelling party. She doesn't like to be alone because her past was only lonely :( She was born in a thieves den to an exiled noble and a priestess healer. A seer foretold that a curse would follow the family for generations. At age 16, her family was wiped out by war, and she was kidnapped by the followers of Tantra Hagra to become an apprentice to the priesthood.
After escaping there, she promised she would never settle long enough to be found, but now a certain tiefling is making her question herself. Rose still struggles with people's perceptions of orcs and half-orcs, but wants to make a name for herself as a great adventurer, hero to the people, and most of all, a great and kind healer. She has stopped at your tavern for the night to rest up-- will you let her stay?
(All of her info/backstory is taken from D&D lore and her real character sheet so feel free to disregard it if it doesn't fit with your universe!)
Uhhh hereâs my best shot at @pineful-pyxels Roll for Seduction
Name: Roxanne Peri, Queen of the Sea
Occupation: Pirate. Obviously.
Race: Human
Aspiration/Traits:Â Fabulously Wealthy; Self-Assured, Ambitious, Glutton
Roxanne is a snarky, money-loving kinda gal. Her home was burnt to ashes at a young age by Lord Landgraab, sparking her desire to plunder the homes and cities of the rich. Sheâs worked her way through countless pirate crews, and has made quite the name for herself in her world travels. Her motto is âyou canât commit crime if you ainât cute.â
Full Name: Artemisia bint al-Ghazi idn Darc Al Romee
Nickname: Temi
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Orientation: Lesbian
Artemisia Romee spent all her youth wanting nothing more than to become a paladin knight. She had always sought to fight injustice and to protect the innocent, so, to be a paladin was the ultimate expression of that goal. As soon as she was old enough to enlist, she entered the royal army and went through years and years of rigorous training to get to earn the title. At the end of her trails, she swore an oath of loyalty to the crown and joined the front lines of battle. However, it wouldnât be long before everything that she had worked so hard to get would slip right out of her hands.
It happened just a few months after she was deployed. In the heat of the ongoing wars against demonic forces, Artemisiaâs battalion received new orders from the noble they served. It detailed a plan to invade a nearby teifling camp to capture and interrogate creatures that they believed were keeping vital information on the enemy. If the creatures did not comply or fought back, no mercy was to be shown upon any of them.Â
There were many dissenting voices within the group, for there was no real proof that the camp was on any side. But days passed and the night finally arrived and everyone but Artemisia had fallen back into line. She was the only one who continued to protest, even as they started marching towards the settlement. Her pleas were unheard and they left her no choice but to draw her sword against her comrades. She fought her friends for as long as she could, but she was outnumbered and, ultimately, couldnât stop the orders from being carried out. That day, her oath to the crown was broken; her rank, her class and her paladin magic were gone. She was sent back home, only to be banished as a traitor and made to wander the land in search for a new purpose.
She is starting again as a fighter. She retains the years of training she was given in her old life and she still upholds the other oaths she made to herself and her gods. She doesnât drink alcohol, she wears modest clothing at all times, she plans to stay celibate until marriage, and her pursuit to protect those who cannot protect themselves remains. What has changed is her alignment from Lawful Good to Chaotic Good, because now her own conscious guides her to do good instead of the will of the crown. Despite that change, she is still getting over some of her black-and-while dogmatic views and does her best to see the good within the lines of where her former life painted evil. But that doesnât mean she canât be a bit stubborn at times.
Apart from her fiery warrior side, she also holds a softer side, too. She enjoys cooking and taking care of people, which is just another extension of her traditional values and her oath to the innocent. She wouldnât mind living a domestic life with kids some day, as long as she wouldnât have to hang up her sword. Deep down, she wants nothing more than to raise a new generation that donât make the mistakes that she did. But before she can get to that point, she still has much work to do on herself and on the world around her.Â
While she entered this new life with her back to the world, she wouldnât mind opening up and letting a special someone to join in on her journey; even if that someone might seem like an unlikely matchâŠ
I hope you liked her story! I worked very hard on her, but even if she doesnât get picked for the challenge, I still enjoyed writing her anyway! Just message me and Iâll give you the tray files and cc if Temi gets picked!
The daughter of a human woman and an air spirit, Finis never actually knew her parents but was left with the distant relatives that her mother had sought out due to one of them conveniently being a traveling midwife. Said relatives weren't particularly keen on having a tiny blue child running (and sometimes floating) around their caravan but family is family, even if they're weird. They stubbornly refused to actuallytalk about her ancestory, even though she was blue and could fly and started learning wild magic without even trying, and just hid her away behind their market stalls well into her teens. She eventually left that life behind and began to wander on her own in search of her true heritage.
Finis is a confident, ambitious, and rather short tempered sorcerer. She has a fairly neutral demeanor otherwise, coming off as quite mild and pleasant with a light, soothing voice that is in complete contrast to the fierce, thunderous voice that accompanies her spellwork and fits of rage. Her appearance belies her strength - the only real sign of her regular brawling being the fact that she's blind in one eye - and she can and will break any man she sees as stepping out of line...and a lot of men "step out of line" quite often. (Fun fact: she is a raging lesbian and tends to judge men very harshly.) Despite her very active inclination toward anger, one of her personal in life is to fall in love and have a family of her own that she can care for with a level of dedication that she feels was never truly afforded to her.
CC Used
Pyxis Gossamer - blush and eyeshadow
Pyxis Sadderdaze - lipsÂ
Pyxis Of The Earth - vines tattoo
Auralixx Gradient Overlay - sorbets remix
Nolan Sims Freckle Overlay
Teanmoon Blind Eye Overlays - left eye
Kijiko 3D Lashes Version 2
Clumsyalienn Lana Top
KiaraZurk Brave Top
Pickypikachu Less Piratey Boots
Teanmoon Ausosa Dress
A version of Finis MAY be made publicly available either after RFS contestants are chosen (if she doesnât make the cut) or after RFS is complete.
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âLegacy is more than just a virtue name, itâs a promise.â
Tiefling Hexblade Warlock
Chaotic Neutral
Party Animal
Hot-Headed, Self-Assured, Materialistic
Legacy was born against a backdrop of red stone desert, and grew up on the side of a dirt track road. His mother was a travelling priestess of Kelemvor, and she was regarded with fearful disdain wherever they went. A Tiefling who walks in the shadow of death itself is rarely well-received, and Legacy came to know distrust better than he knew himself. It bred a jaded man, who would come to embrace the stereotypes placed upon him. If he was to be feared, he would become something worth being scared of.
Against his motherâs wishes, Legacy took up a Pact of the Blade and began making a name for himself in mercenary circles. He has become a callous young man, who looks for acceptance in all the wrong places, always running to prove himself against the odds. That sort of pressure makes a person lose their identity, and perhaps that is why he was drawn to inspect a smudged poster outside of a shady tavern that day:Â âTiefling bard of Windenburg looking for love!â
Some quick facts about Legacy:
Stubborn as all heck, to an absolute and oftentimes violent fault
His pact weapon is a copper kris he keeps in his boot, and he would sooner kill than be separated from it
Mummyâs boy through-and-through
Will act like he doesnât mean to be funny, but takes so much pride in making people laugh with his dry wit
Oh so very vain, always keeps himself well-groomed
Well-spoken
The strong and silent type when it comes to large groups of people
Has an extremely expressive face however, so you can nearly always tell what heâs thinking anyway
Will never ever back down from a challenge, even if he knows he canât win Â
Identity crisis all day everyday, heâs obsessed with how he is perceived by people
Not malicious, but would rather people believed he was â heâs just never had many good reasons to think of anyone but himself
Loves a drink, and the occasional handful of fey shroom
Speaks Common and Thievesâ Cant, knows a smattering of Infernal
Big Happy Family | Active - Ambitious - Loner
Knight | Young Adult | Orc Outcast
private dl if chosen
warnings for mentions of death, murder, famine
I am not my clan.
I was not my clan even at my birth, when they bit the strand between my mother and I and named me Niqa. Every orc has a yoke of his own. We are born with broad shoulders to bear the weight of what our clan insists of us. We are born into fealty, into loyalty. Loyalty or death. And my yoke was like my motherâs, like her motherâs. While my brothers waged wars with the best of our clan, we toiled at the waterâs edge with our nets and our lines. We fed the instruments of war our clan made of our boys but I could fight as well, I would fight for my clan if they would let me.Â
They spat my sex at my feet like a curse and left me behind.
I was not my clan when food began to run out, when the rivers began to dry. A hard, hot summer made tensions brittle and a lean, frigid winter broke us. The fighting was tremendous; hate covered our village, a layer of ice atop the snow that killed our crops, now threatening to kill us.
When the sun finally came out, we had killed so many of our own it was impossible to tell enemy from friend any longer. My brothers and father were dead, my mother lay dying and all the chieftain could tell me was that this year would be better.
This year would be better.
I was not my clan when I whispered my good byes that night. I was not my clan when I took my fatherâs sword, when I pulled the torch from its bracing and moved for the last time across the place of my birth, its ground forever stained with the blood of my people, my family. I was not my clan when I lit the lashings atop the chieftainâs hut and waited for him to exit, and I was not my clan when I cut his throat and let him beg me for his life.
They could have killed me when they saw what I had done. They should have; I stood in the village square with his head and watched them come but I felt nothing. Neither fear nor relief. Only the hot blood on my legs.
They cut my tusks and branded me a traitor. Kill one orc and you become a traitor; the chieftain killed many more that winter but no one would demand any better from him. Broken at their feet, tusks blunted by their hateful blades, they left me there in the woods to die.
But I didnât die.
It was the humans that found me, swollen with flies and breathing my last but as they drew their blades all I could croak was, âI am not my clan.â
They gave me a second chance. It was more than my own clan would afford me, would afford any of us. The humans owed me nothing. They had every right to leave me there to my fate, to fear what I was. I was tall and strong even then, a girl of sixteen winters, but I promised them that I am not my clan and they let me prove it.Â
I am grown now. No human stands so tall as I, no horse in their stables as strong. Many still regard me with fear, with uncertainty - have I any right to blame them?Â
They have let me fight for their queen, an honour never afforded to me before. They taught me to use my fatherâs sword, gave me purpose. The orcs that pass through know what I am for the size of my tusks but the wise ones say nothing of it; only sneer and murmur in our hometongue.Â
But I am not my clan. I never was.Â
Personality:
Driven. Niqa spent the first years of her life being underestimated, forgotten and left behind. Her work ethic is hard to beat and sheâll stop at nothing to see her goals accomplished.
Loyal. Thereâs very little Niqa wouldnât do for the humans that saved her and gave her a chance to be more. Even when she was still with her clan, what she did she felt was for the good of her people.
Stoic. Sheâs also regarded as being a little bit hard around the edges, but for the most part Niqa keeps her feelings to herself.
Cliche heart of gold. Sheâs a tough nut to crack, but there is goodness in her. Promise.
Brave. There isnât much Niqa fears and sheâs more than willing to stand at the front. Sheâs a tank through and through, and sheâs at her best when other people are afraid or someone needs protecting.
