HELLO CAN I TELL YOU ABOUT ALL OF MY CURRENT TTRPG CHARACTERS?? COOL I’M DOING IT. ((this is art from the past yyyyyear that I have not posted, oof))
Ahem so, in order, in the four campaigns I am currently a part of (not counting ones on hiatus), we have:
1. Sagan Nethersall (5e) my cursed Half-Elf Bard, my precious, selfish asshat who was the first DnD character I ever created and who has been reused and recycled in campaigns for over 15 years now. He has descended into Avernus reluctantly alongside the rest of the party, who he is gradually growing to care about. He cannot sing without coughing up blood, and he just found out his lute is actually a unicorn-in-hiding. Sagan is awful. I love him.
2. Zasuba (4e) is a newly-formed Shardmind Psion who resembles a lanky salt lamp. Think of them like an ancient computer that has rebooted and is verrryy slowly downloading all of the information that was once known to them. All they know and understand is framed around “vibes”, from magic to emotions and everything in between, so Vibe Checks occur frequently. To the party’s simultaneous delight and regret, Zasuba remembers everything they teach them. They have a negative in Charisma. Zasuba is adorable. I love them.
3. Harahel (In Nomine) is a Mercurian Servitor of Trade (translation: a guardian angel who is good at talking to humans and whose specialty is m o n e y) who accidentally died in his vessel back in the early 90s and went into Trauma (basically a heavenly coma) for 30 years. Scarred and Discordant from the mishap, he’s now back on Earth helping out fellow angels with a seemingly simple job. Lucky for him the 90s are just wrapping around to being trendy again. Harahel is doing his best. I love him.
4. Sunshine (5e) is...oh boy. Sunshine is a race called a Graveborn that has been tweaked by the DM and myself to suit her homebrewed setting, and he is a Death Cleric who was raised in a city ruled by necromancers. People aren’t born there. He was. And when he was three years old his supposed mother, who died in childbirth, returned to his side as an obedient skeleton. In present day, Sunshine is a good-natured 15-year-old who has devoted himself to both the god of death (Ghen) and the necromancer who apprenticed him (Tarsus), who loves wearing pink, whose mother (Mama aka Skelemum) sticks protectively close to his side, and who has a rather unsavory but necessary habit of consuming raw flesh. Sunshine is an uncanny delight. I love him (and will be posting quite a bit more of him).
((ttrpg has been the only other Significant Thing other than Sahuldeem that has served as a creative outlet since 2020, so I’m well past due posting about my babies x’D))
