#i recognize the irony in complaining about her tattoos then proceeding to complicate the outfit

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I've finished the design for my main Tav, Luce Locke, the Luckless Liar. This is Luce, my Half-Elf 'bard' who is probably more technically a rogue with weaponized insults. [Mechanically, I realized after my run that I barely did any actual Bard stuff and just said mean things, lied, and stabbed people poorly.]

Officially, Luce romances Shadowheart with the bonus Halsin and banged no one else. I play unhorny bards. Unofficially, Luce would absolutely mouth off to Gortash and end up in a...situation. ------ I am bad at coming up with character names in general. So to make it easier for me to get through character creators, I have a mental repertoire of characters with names and personalities that I pull from before I start an RPG run. Luce originated as a Wildstar Spellslinger I had of the same name, for a story I was working on called Locke and Load -- the game died before I could get the story to a shareable point. In it, I was exploring themes of magic addiction as Luce became more and more addicted to being within the 'in-between' world that magic users have access to in Wildstar lore. She was losing her grip on reality and finding more work as a mercenary only to fund her ability to detach and embrace the other realm.

Wildstar Luce is distantly related to a WoW Mage I had by the name Aluciia, who was made to spite a teacher who called me the literal devil in class. From Lucifer to Luci to A(luci)ia to Luce. I used to pronounce Luce with a hard C, but after realizing it could be pronounced like Luce Locke = 'loose lock' I haven't gone back. It's too funny a coincidence. ---- From these origins, Luce isn't meant to be good at what she does. Her time in Baldur's Gate pre-tadpole was spent largely scrounging, sleeping on tavern floors, and distracting you long enough to swipe food off your plate while she smiled. She 'officially' became a Bard in an attempt to have a more consistent place to stay and fewer questions about why she was always in the pub. In actuality, she just desperately loved Pub Quizzes and proving her worth with little factoids. (We're a College of Lore Bard in this house.) This iteration of Luce is also avoiding real life. In this version, however, she's running from the more uncomfortable parts of being a halfbreed... The tadpole adventure changes her for the better. Everyone else may have been pulled down to level 1 from their higher places, but she had only ever made it that far. Thrust into adventure, she embraces the lie of a life she made for herself. As it keeps working, she fails forward more and more, falling in love with her Bear and Maiden Fair.