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The Wishing Well Of Creativity

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All Character Bios will be posted here

People seem to like the uhh, dedication to particulars that I come up with, so I guess I'll just post everything up here, hopefully, I'll figure out how to post images... Someday...



Bar
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TRANSFORMATION PRIOR TO WHAT YOU SEE IN GAME
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Age: Mid Thirties.

Race: Human

Born: Sometime during the 11th Century, a decade-ish before the fall of Ulcaster's.

Current Timeline: 1356DR,

Bar spends all his days in the Beregost Inn, and can easily be found there, for Appraisal Services, Thayan Knowledge Services and just about anything else Magic Related, though not Planar.

Occasionally visits Candlekeep.

Backstory:
Hailing from Beregost, a small town, Bar grew up as an average Human with a wanderlust to visit the esteemed Candlekeep. Much to his Parent's woe, he travelled frequently to Candlekeep, with his Twin Sister, Cassiel, an equally average Human Child.
Cassiel herself was enrolled at Ulcaster's School, whilst Bar was simply an errand runner, earning various coins from his assistance and other required tasks.

This further piqued his wide curiosity and longing for Tales of Grandeur.
Bar & Cassiel always went with an entrepid Adventurer, that often lazed around in the Streets, an unpleasant Mercenary fellow named Farnold Locksleight.
They used their small earnings between quiet jobs to get them safely to & fro.


However, on their way back from Candlekeep one fateful night, as they wandered under the starry night sky, distracted by Bar's recount of Tales told to him, an entourage of the Reds, who had travelled through Beregost, happened upon the Trio.
Bar was carrying a book that a Seeker had lent to him, suggesting he may like this Book more than the others he had been permitted to read. A particular Book, detailing the wiles and intrigue to Magical Monsters the likes of which Bar would never see the light of day.

This is what led to the Red Wizard into taking quite the curiosity on an otherwise lacking Commoner Child. The usual ensues, the Red's devotion to Arcane Studies demands to have the Book, seeing as they had travelled all this way, but Bar made a promise to keep it in good condition and not let it out of his sights. Farnold left the Children to their fate, he was only paid to take them back and forth, wishing to not lose his life at the hand of Thayvian Knights and a Red Wizard's power.

"A wise choice.", the Mage responded.

Cassiel was horrified, mentally, however she simply stood there, willowing away, as a quiet and mousey individual, there was nothing the Twins could do, as they fiendishly decided that they would just take the Children and the Book itself, Two Raven's, One Nest, as it were. Ultimately enslaving them to a new life of unfortunate conundrums.

From here, he was experimented on by many Red Wizards, they wished to see the final glorious product of recreating a Manticore via a Human host body. The ensuing product is observed by the Red Wizards as his transformation begun, spending many months and years perverting him into the status of a Legenedary Creature, by powerful Necromancy and Transmutation alike. As intrigue, punishments or otherwise, he was forcibly made to live with Gnoll ears, a left Gnoll leg, a Left Gnoll arm, nay Manticore is complete without a Scorpion tail, of course.
And one was stitched to him, finalising the Frankenstein monster of a Man.

From here, Bar had become the perfect Tool for the Colosseum in Eltabbar. An interesting coincidence of an otherwise fleeting divergence into the darkest of artistry. He's spent all of his Teen & Adult life being tortured, experimented on, sold and utilized as both a Thayan Gladiator and a Slave to make large quantities of Thayan Coin.

His time in this pit afforded him no quiet life, as his limbs were removed through various battles, in the end of times, turning him back into a scarred and incapitated Human, his profit as a Slave came to mostly an end.

As luck would have it, however, an Aasimar Woman saw Bar being thrown out to the pile of other various bodies, that usually gathered up in Eltabbar, and instead offered to regenerate his limbs, even going as far as manipulating a deal to have herself pay for it, to which the Thayan's naturally had no reason to deny an earnest profit and returning the value of an otherwise useless Slave.

After some long, painful nights spent under intense care, Bar found his body repaired and less functional. However, the Aasimar Woman couldn't allow him to return as a Slave, and instead offered to purchase his time, though her request fell to deaf ears and she was denied, as she had spent most of her fortune on the aid and care of the Man, the Thayan's simply wouldn't wait for profit to be claimed, when Bar can be easily thrown back into the Colloseum for more earnings at no cost nor wait.

Bar picked up a few tricks here and there, spending his time in the Arena and having to fend off an onslaught of attacks with only his shackles, as well as picking up the tricks to manage picking away at the Locked doors of his cell. Somehow, someway, Bar became quite the variation of a Swashbuckler.

Through all this time, Bar had not seen Cassiel, nor did he get much time to think about what fate befell her.
After one battle later into his Adult life, he was afforded a small break, to which he climbed one of the many walls in Eltabbar and took some solace in the harsh winds.

A rather flamboyant Gentleman came out from the shadows of the bushes, calling out to Bar.

"Long time no see, Brother."

Bar turned only a side-eyed glance down towards the Gentleman, a clear Tiefling by account of the tail, wearing wonderful clothes and keeping their face concealed from the Sunlight.

"Eh?" his face contorted, as she swung upon the wall to face the Gentleman.

"Oo tha' pikin' 'ell are ya?"

His tone was less than friendly, yet not hostile, simply a way he spoke.

"Caspar." The Gentleman responded, flashing a small ring under the Sunlight, intending for Bar to take a look at it.
Bar squinted, looking at the ring, a band worn through time, his eyes slowly looked up to this 'Caspar', his eyes slowly growing wider.

"Cassiel?!" he bellowed, his cheeks instinctively puffing a little, as his face swelled from the tears and heartbreak he'd felt all this time.

Caspar simply looked up with a kind smile. "Haven't heard that name in twenty seasons.", he replied, as if non-chalant and disregarding the fact, as he latched his Parasol as a sword to his back, he raised his arms elegantly towards Bar.

Bar wiped his tears with the rags of a loincloth he was graced with wearing, proceeding to leap down off the wall and be reunited with his Sibling.

Caspar held his Brother for a long time, as they faded from the Realm into the emotions of nostalgia and the joyous refreshment of loss reverted, Bar raised his head to speak, but Caspar simply shook his head, wishing to remain in the silent embrace and forget the pains they had endured.

After ten minutes had gone by, Caspar broke the silence with firm words of compassion.

"It's time to go.", he uttered to Bar, who in kind gave a quizzical look upwards to the Man.

Caspar continued, "We're leaving Eltabbar.", he spoke with a frown. "I've done everything I can for this moment, please, let us not waste time."

Bar quietly nodded, offering only puzzled looks naturally, despite being the Older of the Two, he was the one being saved now, being saved by his now Younger Brother.

Caspar took Bar's hand firmly, taking out his Parasol with the other, they walked along the Riverbed, as the Scorching Sun continued it's assault on the pair.Of course, as they did this, the Women and Men tasked with making sure Bar keeps up with his Pit Fights had come to collect.

Caspar smiled to the brigade of individuals. "How may I be of service?", he offered the others.

A Woman spoke sharply, "You have our Fighting Dog."

Caspar looked to Bar, a neutral, silent look, quickly pondering what they meant, he responded, with esteemed manners, and a nod of his head. "I shall bring him over to you."

It is hard to know what became of the pair after this time, various accounts only claim the facts that they had been turned to stone as a punishment for something.

For what they believed had been only twenty seasons, had in fact been over Two Hundred.

Bar was the first to be returned to the land of the living, sentenced to travel to the Sword Coast and assist with the foundations and demands that the new Enclave being built there had in mind.

Luckily to Bar's fortune, his ship got to the Docks long ahead of the entourage who would be tasked to conduct business, The Docks had not a single sign of a Thayan Member present, he wandered, perhaps he was intended to meet them elsewhere?

Through the City he walked, out through the Palace District, being viewed strangely by the Guards and Noblewomen and Men alike, as Slavery was outlawed here, Bar hadn't any idea.
When told Slavery is illegal by these same less-than-kind Guards, Bar simply stated he was not a Slave, lying his way through the scene out of fear for betrayal to the Reds. He was told he was sullying the Palace District, and that he needed to leave immediately, as they pointed directions out to the Northern Farmlands, and from here, he aimlessly travelled to the East Farmlands, arriving at a quaint Campfire, looking upon the new Realm with curiosity, as his wanderlust truly took over.

Slave in only Contract, he was a Free Man now. He refused to visit the Enclave, and responded quietly in kind anytime he saw a Red Cloak or Red Wizard.

This was his time to live what life he wanted, but not one without serious troubles.

Whilst waiting at the Campfire, Bar came across two curious individuals, who would turn out to become two of his best Friends, Sabon and Isabella...
Last edited by Cinnamon on Fri Nov 20, 2020 8:09 pm, edited 3 times in total.
Main Four
Bar, Thayvian Pupper // Cinnamon, Idealistic Heart // Chalk Hart, Sorceress of Amaunator // Joel, Emerald Commoner

Noa,
Laslow,
Gruum,
Truffles, Underdark
Chalice, Underdark
Caspar,
Tracey,
Penelope
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Chalk Hart

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Age: Unknown

Race: Half-Orc

Born: Unknown

Current Story:

Currently, Chalk Hart can be found adamantly about the Coast, "Seeking" as her motto claims, "One Step at a Time", residing within the Candlekeep anytime someone wished to find her.

Backstory:
Chalk Hart is a likely product of a short lived raid and imprisonment scheme, whoever her parents were, it mattered not, for she grew up in a fairly standard Religious Grouping of Bahgtru's Followers, within the City of Xûl Jarak, found within the land of Thar.

Bahgtru, Son of Gruumsh, hater of weapons and magic alike, admire only strength, were the lessons hammered into her, oft times quite literally, as she grew up watching each Chieftain of their Religious Sect be slain for a new one.

Being a Half-Blood, yet visibly more Human, she was treated with a strange onlook, yet she grew to be quite the Warrior, hardened by the trials, pain and scars given to her physical and outer body, as she learned to fend for herself, treating those who looked back at her with disdain the same strength, as it is decreed one must be strong and not weak, to best those around you, until you are the strongest.

She took heads of Clan, City & Humans alike, without showcasing a single shred of remorse, as she knew she had to be strong no matter what, that they brought it upon themselves to test her might and lose.

Even so, Chalk Hart never wished to amount to anything special, she never craved the spot of Chieftain, nor any official rank within the City. She was happy enough to be respected and live out easier days, do as she was asked, follow her superior's requests.

When she had trained vigilantly as a Fighter, all the way to 3rd level, she begun to exude... Problematic tendencies, setting her own clothes on fire in private settings.

She knew not what it meant, but it spelled a serious conflict for her, this must've been magic, the very thing Bahgtru refuted amongst his members. She could not be witnessed by anyone as using these manifestations of power, for she would be questioned, again and again, she'd fall from her respectful station, perhaps even exiled without question or forcibly killed in Bahgtru's name.
So began her misery, fighting for bloodlust, yet now knowing she had to take every step carefully, as not to accidentally conjure her powers.

She had to begin thinking, feeling, seeing, no longer could she just exist as a Raider, she now had to plan her steps accordingly, awakening within her the Half-Breed sanity, sparking the latent powers further and further. No matter what she could do, these spells just came to her, as if they had always been with her.

How she hated the creeping sensation of her Half-Human bloodline taking ahold, day by day, the fear and paranoid sprouting, forcibly making her reconcile she was not just any Orc, no longer attuned with the ways of Bahgtru, she grew out of his claim of stupidity.
How everything she did had now been in vain, amounted to nothing, her Worldview shattered and her heart drifting aflutter the lost winds of change.

Perhaps to some small fortune, the City planned a raid further out than usual, a trip of four days there, four days back, two and four for those who rode upon beasts.
Chalk was subsequently tasked with always taking out stragglers, as her Human side afforded her better swift-footed leaps and bounds, compared to the clunkier yet charge heavy ways of Orcs.

On one such occassion, she chased some Humans into the Rosestone Abbey, after successfully hunting the stragglers down, she saw the curious surroundings. Her Half-Human curiosity began to burst from within her, taking a small hold at first, it blossomed to an addicted sense of view, she began to excavate the Ruins, as if she'd been possessed for no reason, she feared this new thirst for magical power, this craving from within her soul that had never before been felt.

She looked over various passages of text, as the creeking footsteps of her Orc Brethren came known to her, she disappeared into a more secluded portion of the ruins, hiding out amongst the rubble of a time lost place. They couldn't find her, and simply scratched their heads and left without her.

Longingly did she continue to try and decipher these passages, making no sense of the Netherese, she kept looking, perhaps there must've been something she could understand, and so came to be, the words of Common and Draconic mixed with each other. Somehow, she found herself astonished she could read these texts. Tears began to creep from her wide puffy eyes, as she looked over the texts, as if she had found her real home, the forced attunement to misattuned livlihood now shattering away, as she became one with the Ruins.

She spent many months, practising her Sorcerous talent, leaving her Fighter training entirely behind, waking up to the Cuckadoodling of a ferocious Rooster, of which she accidentally came to take as a Familiar one day.

She came to realise whoever this Ruins belonged too, loved Magic as much as anything else, how Law was above all, it seemed simple enough to her, how Bahgtru only allowed her as long as she followed his stupidity, she now found herself craving knowledge, to find out whom this God was.

She packed up whatever things she could find, alongside her quirky Rooster Friend, donning the new name "Chalk Hart", to symbolise her fractured weakness of leaving Baghtru behind.

Having spent at least a full two seasons inside the ruins, she had entirely lost her Fighter Levels, yet still keeping her ridiculous strengths and body, she became a Level 1 Sorceress, and with it, she waved goodbye to her little nest, taking advantage of the barely fitting Ceremonious Robes she found, she concealed as much of her Orcish bloodline, as faint as it was, and travelled to the Human Settlements, where she became disguised amongst the crowd.

She engaged in many simpler things, looking for answers quietly, without ever once speaking to another person, she listened to many talks amongst the Town.

Eventually, some Adventurer's came through the Town, at a local Tavern that Chalk found herself within many a time, she overheard tales of a Library far, far away, how it had every answer you could possibly imagine, how Alaundo prophesised the Realm without doubt.

She knew where she must go, and with it, she took the coins she had earned, and bought a ship to the Sword Coast...
Main Four
Bar, Thayvian Pupper // Cinnamon, Idealistic Heart // Chalk Hart, Sorceress of Amaunator // Joel, Emerald Commoner

Noa,
Laslow,
Gruum,
Truffles, Underdark
Chalice, Underdark
Caspar,
Tracey,
Penelope
Cinnamon
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Main Four
Bar, Thayvian Pupper // Cinnamon, Idealistic Heart // Chalk Hart, Sorceress of Amaunator // Joel, Emerald Commoner

Noa,
Laslow,
Gruum,
Truffles, Underdark
Chalice, Underdark
Caspar,
Tracey,
Penelope
Cinnamon
Posts: 144
Joined: Sun Sep 01, 2019 1:25 pm

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Joel Lightfeather

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Age: 25 - Noted as early 20's in-game due to Aasimar's having reduced complexion appearance.

Race: Half-Elf, Celestial Heritage. [RETCONNED FROM AASIMAR, please don't field complaints, there was never any difference between the two!]

Class: Commoner, Favoured Soul, Silverstar of Selune, Fighter

Born: 1331DR

Place of Origin: Currently being discussed.

Current Habitat: Any Tavern in Baldur's Gate, favours Darius Estate.

Once in a blue moon may be found at Candlekeep, if he can make the journey.
Main Four
Bar, Thayvian Pupper // Cinnamon, Idealistic Heart // Chalk Hart, Sorceress of Amaunator // Joel, Emerald Commoner

Noa,
Laslow,
Gruum,
Truffles, Underdark
Chalice, Underdark
Caspar,
Tracey,
Penelope
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