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rottenzombrainz · 4 days ago

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D&D character dump!!!

Though I suppose this is more of a "fantasy OC" dump since I've never really played d&d and I don't have character stats for most of these guys and they all exist in my own little homebrew world.....

This is a lot of reading and a lot of me yapping so I totally understand if you just scroll right past but I would appreciate it if you could take a moment to listen about my little guys and maybe even let me know in a reblog or comment that you made it all the way through? 👉👈

I have ALOT of d&d characters, but I'll just talk about my five favorites. Starting with Kibol!!!

Kibol : The Bratty Goblin Sorcerer (Wild Magic)

Kibol, or as he likes to be called, "Kibo", is many things. He's a goblin. He's a sorcerer who rarely uses his magic. He's a bratty little bitch. He's the kind of kid to scream "It's not a phaseee, DAD, Its who I AM!!" and "You're not even my real dad!!!" at his father. Overall: he's a bratty little teenage boy with wild magic he does not deserve. Well, technically he's an adult in goblin years.... but he's a bratty teenage boy.

Personality:

Snarky bratty emo bitch. Okay... there's a bit more to him than that.... I guess....

Kibol is cynical, nihilistic, and apathetic. He doesn't care for chaos like most goblins. He'd only bother you if you bother him. I don't really know what else to say. The first paragraph (if you can even call it that) sums him up perfectly.

Backstory:

Kibol was adopted by a Half-orc wizard at a young age after his village lost a war with a neighboring goblin town and everyone he knew brutally died or whatever. His father, Gil, was originally his mentor teaching him how to make the most of his natural-born magic. Kibol never cared for harnessing his magic though. Or anything. He's a very nihilistic goblin driven by the desire to piss off his dad (which is why he'd go on an adventure in the first place).

Appearance:

Kibol has dusty sage green skin and long messy dark dark hair that frames his soft (especially by goblin standards) face. His dull half-lidded brown eyes apathetically stare at the world around him as his long pointed nose points downwards with the rest of his features- always gravitating towards the ground. His cracked lips are habitually twitched upwards and to the side, parted into a scowl with a silver ring hooked around his right lower lip. His long and pierced pointed ears poke out of his messy greasy locks adorned by an old white handkerchief hair wrap.

Kibol would stand at 3'7 if he wasn't always slouched over with his hands in his leather pockets- his posture mimicking that of a shrimp. His ebony-wood yarting only enhances his slumped figure as it protrudes from his back- often giving the impression that the goblin boy is a bard. To which he responds, "Do I look like a fuckin' bard?" in his raspy and pitchy voice. On his hip lays an old dagger that often finds itself pointing at whoever gets on the owner's bad side (which is most), but rarely ever in the skin of said unfortunate victims of the goblin's wrath. His threatening gaze is sharp enough to cut its way through most physical altercations.

I think Kibo's appearance passage has just cured my writer's block?!

I'm still working on Kibol and his lore, as well as the other characters featured in this dump, but Kibol is the newest of all my d&d goobers. Next up is my sweet baby boy, Clar!

Clar : The Gullible Dragonborn Cleric (Life Domain)

Clar is technically my first D&D character- if I exclude my D&D persona (who will be featured later!!)). Have you ever heard of the expression "a bull in a China shop"? Or have you ever had someone say to you, "It says gullible on the ceiling"? That's basically Clar in a nutshell. A sweet, gentle giant who means well.... but is too trusting in everyone he meets.

Personality:

It's hard to describe Clar as anything but a sweetie pie. All he wants to do is help others. Whether it be with his Dragonborn strength, his clerical magic, or with his cheerful presence. Someone bothering you? Clar will puff his chest out at them for you! Need to run to the shops? No worries, Clar will run your errands for you! Looking for an adventurer to go on a grand quest? Clar is on the case!

The sweet baby helps others because he wants to, not because he has any ulterior motives. He uh.... doesn't have the brain capacity malevolence. With an intelligence stat of 6, most things go right over his big scaley head. Although he means wells, he sometimes ends up causing more harm than good with his lack of understanding of well.... everything except his god, Illmater. Clar has but a single thought in his head ; "I need to help those around me to make my God proud!". He happily endures the burden of others, finding it as a cathartic and serendipitous bonding experience with his deity. Clar lives in a perpetual state of bliss, too naive to understand the dangers of the world.

Backstory:

Clar comes from a happy family of scaleys Dragonborns who specialized in sharing the history of their people. But one day, illness spread throughout his family; leaving them weak and frail. The local Church Of Illmater offeredto help and heal them with their magic- but Clar's parents were too far gone to be saved. Physically, he easily bounced back from what ailed him. Cognitively, things weren't going the best. The growth of Clar's brain was a little stunted from his illness. The Church of Illmater took the lone dragon boy under their wing to take care of him, teach him to walk the path of Illmater, and to monitor his condition. He's been healthy as a horse ever since then, but his peers and superiors still worry for him.

Appearance:

At first glance, Clar looks incredibly intimidating with his rough golden scales, sharp teeth, and handle-bar-like horns on the side of his head. His thick powerful tail, his imposing height of just a little over 8 feet, his piercing electric blue eyes. You'd expect him to be some sort of hardened warrior if it wasn't for his cheery demeanour and sweet voice, always speaking with the utmost politeness. His clawed hands that look as if they could crush a skull would gently wrap around yours upon first meeting- giving you a squeeze more gentle than that of a baby as he smiles at you with the light of a thousand suns.

I haven't really decided on an outfit for Clar yet.... but he's a proud bare-footer. You wouldn't catch him dead in shoes.

Next is my beautiful angel with a shotgun big sword, Lysandra!

Lysandra: The Lionhearted Aasimir Paladin (Oath of Devotion)

Lysandra is an absolute girlboss. A powerful paladin who serves under Selûne, who's devoted to protecting all women with her silver blade. Men? What's a man? Lysandra doesn't care for them unless there's a "wo" in front of that.

Personality:

Lysandra is kind of the complete opposite of Clar. While Clar helps everyone out of the kindness of his heart, Lysandra protects whoever she sees as vaunerable out of a sense of self-importance. She picks and chooses who she defends with a clear bias towards her fellow ladies. And just because I feel this is important - No, Lysandra is not a TERF. Trans women are just as precious to her as cis women, if not even more.

Lysandra's apathy towards men partially comes from her Drow heritage - but I'll get to that in her backstory section. The white-eyed warrior sees herself as a guardian angel sent by the celestial gods to protect those who can't fend for themselves. She works day and night training her body and her magics for whenever and whatever she may be needed for.

Despite her selfish self-imposed sense of importance, Lysandra isn't bossy or stuck-up. She's a soldier at heart- ready to face battle as equals with her allies. She's a team player and a good sport; and her heart isn't as frosted as it seems.

Backstory:

I haven't really developed Lysandra's backstory that much. It's not almost comically tragic like Kibol or Clar's backstory. She's a simple Drow who grew up with a regular Drow life, until her Aasimir lineage started to show. A lineage lost eons ago deep in her family tree. Feeling she was destined for greater things than what she had, she left her home and her old life behind to follow the Moon Maiden's light. Which her Lolth worshiping family didn't approve of. So they disowned her. Which is quite tame by Drow standards. I think. I haven't done much research into drows so this is all mainly a rough draft of a backstory. Or it could be her finished backstory. Not all characters need to be super deep!

Appearance:

Radiant with beauty, Lysandra stands at 6'2 feet tall- proud and attentive. Her long white hair flows behind her in the heat of battle like a phantom trail. Lysandra's skin is a gentle pale blue, adorned with greyish freckles all over. Her athletic body, although usually covered by her shimmering silver armor, is also covered in scars- each one with a story that I definitely have planned. Her wispy white lashes frame her glowing white eyes like the moon framed by clouds, a softness that most of her other fierce features don't have. Lysandra's pointed ears are adorned in silver jewelry that almost looks like armor. Despite her protective gear, she still manages to maintain a beautiful and feminine aura, proudly displaying her identity as a drow woman.

Onto the last two goobers! My shameless self insert, and her self indulgent love interest

Allistra : The Tiefling Druid of Decay (Circle of Spores)

Allistra was actually the inspiration for my tkdb self-insert, Alli. Which is why I used to refer to her as "kind of a self insert" or whatever I used to say back when I was in yume denial. Allistra (see, I can name my self-inserts something other than Allister!) is basically a kooky druid driven ever-so-slightly mad by ostrichization. And she has a pet baby basilisk named Todd.

Personality:

Allistra is practically a manic pixie dream girl. She "speaks to mushrooms" , "follows the winds of death", and her magic "changes with the climate". She's the type of adventurer to hand you four walnuts in place of 20 gold pieces.

Fascinated by death and undeath, she's quite different from most druids. She'd rather welcome decay as opposed to growth. If an ally were to die in battle, she'd rather make something beautiful of their bones and grow flowers from their insides instead of growing a tree in their honor or something. Allistra has what can only be described as a non-sexual fetish for the undead and decaying.

But as much as she loves dead things, she also cares for the living. As in, animals...she couldn't care less for humanoids. She prioritizes the comfort of beasts over even the life of mankind. If Todd (her pet basilisk) felt off about someone Allistra meets, she'd slice them in half using primal savagery without a second thought. Well, she's actually more likely to bury them alive... but you get the point.

Backstory:

Allistra grew up in a small village full of elves who practice druidic magic. Allistra was found by the head druid, Magda, as a little girl speaking to a dead log. Imagining she must have been abandoned, Magda raised her as her own. Allistra was shunned by her peers for being different. For being a tiefling, for her fascination with death, for her overall personality. But despite all that, she still excelled in her magical endeavours and was chosen to be Magda's successor for when the ancient elf passed away. However, Allistra was swindled out of her position and exiled from the village. So she did what she knows best and followed wherever the rotting stumps and decaying carcasses took her. Which was an outpost full of adventurers looking to destroy Allistra's home village. She didn't care for that though- no, what worried her was their poaching of animals. Most of the poor beasts were already dead, but she was able to save a Basilisk that had been farmed for its eyes. Oh, and she killed the poachers who were going to attack her village- but that was just a byproduct of saving Todd.

Allistra's ability to commune with nature doesn't come from her druid magic, but rather her Mycanoid heritage. How did a mushroom person from the underdark have a kid with a tiefling? Magic. that's how. Allistra has the keen ability to "hear" spores and hyphae, which is what guides her through her journeys. She suffers intense migraines when away from anything she can listen too- but easily gets tired of the same songs, bringing her to her decision to start adventuring.

Appearance:

Allistra grew up in nature, and it shows. From the moss and mushrooms covering her thick addax-like horns to the flora enriching her outfit such as the thin thorny vine around her neck or the owl bear feather garter that sits right above her dusky pale- almost sickly looking left knee. Her complexion is different from most tieflings of her kind with them usually coming in shades of red. The only red on Allistra is her demonic looking black-sclera crimson eyes and her and her ashen red right arm. The ruby of her eyes stand out all that much more from the dark void of black eyeshadow that surrounds her peepers. Her black hair envelopes her face like a dark blanket, reaching all the way to just below her pronounced collarbone. Her sharp ears hug her face like a bird with its wings by its side. Behind Allistra, her incredibly long spear-shaped tail swishes this way and that as she moves about, the cuffs of bones on it clacking together and making a jingle of sorts every now and then. Allistra is almost always smiling, her pointed teeth on full display. Small cuffs of bone adorn her ears and lips- the ones on her lips sometimes breaking if she bites down on herself. Her slender fingers gently caress all sorts of life around her with her sharp nails always leaving faint scratch marks.

Protecting her torso is a bone top made from some creatures ribcage- presumably a dwarf. Small bone charms dangle off the bottom ribs while the top ones are wrapped with leather as to not expose her chest entirely. Tied in the back of her ribcage top is a faded shoal tied in a cute bow, contrasting the darkness of the rest of her top and outfit as a whole. On her lower half are a pair of black leather shorts with matted and patterned fur stitched in as some kind of embroidery. A matching fingerless glove is affixed to her right arm, while the left is wrapped in loose bandages covering her leaf-shaped tattoos. All of her clothing is dirty and worn, as if she just crawled from out of the hells- or her own grave.

Last goober snoober, Allistra's precious vampookie, Vlaurin the Vampire Prince.

Vlaurin : The Melancholic Vampire Blood Hunter (Order of The Vampire Prince)

Vlaurin's subclass is homebrewed to fit his "gimmick". With tainted blood that acts as a conduit for arcane magic, Vlaurin happily drenches his foes with the ichor coursing through his veins so that his beloved can more easily kill enemies with her magic.

Personality:

Vlaurin is quite gloomy and secluded, always keeping to himself. He's a creature of the night who finds solace in the shadows, not company in bed. He rejects everything about himself. His vampiric nature, his regal lineage, all of it. He introduces himself as dhampir, which he can usually get away with due to his indifference to sunlight- a powerful ability for a vampire to have.

He isn't necessarily nice like Clar and Lysandra, or a cunt like Kibol, he's just...neutral and logical, letting his emotions follow his morals. He helps the weak, works for whoever pays, but above all- follows his darling to the ends of the earth. Allistra wants to feed a pack of wolves? He'll find whatever she thinks is best for them to feed on. Allistra wants to kill a family of gnomes because she just doesn't like them? Vlaurin will do it, if it makes her happy. He's a simp, for lack of a better term. Actually, there is a better term. Devoted. Lovestruck. Yandere?

Backstory:

Vlaurin is the son of a powerful vampire, born only to succeed his father. To command an army of vampings and control all the world has to offer. In fact, he was born of Hag Magic, not even having a mother aside from the powerful Hag his father partnered with to create. Though, Hags never play clean. Vlaurin was cursed within his blood- the red fluid acting as a terrible poison and conductor of dangerous magics. Cursed to never be able to create a vampire of his own. He used this as his out- his excuse to leave his father's kingdom and find his own (un)life. His father did not like this. He was a tool, a puppet to be manipulated. He wasn't supposed to want his own things! Vlaurin ran away before anything else could happen and since then has been living in fear of his father finding him for hundreds of years.

Vlaurin does not wish to harm people or control anyone- he simply wants to make the best out of his life- a life created to enslave others. And so he acts as a wandering adventurer- looking to save others and give everyone a chance to make their own. It was when he met Allistra that he felt he found his own purpose. To travel with this Tiefling Druid for as long as he can help it. With her, he can use his cursed blood for good! Or well, her sense of good...

Appearance:

Covered by an abundance of dark cloaks and robes, you can just barely make out Vlaurin's pallid light brown skin. His face hidden beneath a hood, you'd think he was a rogue with how covering he is. His glowing red eyes are constantly darting across his field of vision, staying hyper vigilant as to everyone around him. His dark and slightly curled hair covers his forehead and hides his face from the world- usually only ever brushing his bangs out of the way to get a better look at his beloved. It's difficult to tell what species he is at a glance. He looks human, but his knife-shaped ears say otherwise. However, his height of 5'5 gives off the impression that he couldn't possibly be of elven descent. (Pop off short king ✨)

When he speaks, his posh dialect and vaguely European accent gives away his past as a royal- or at least as an aristocrat, despite his dirty blood-soaked robes saying otherwise. His plethora of robes help cover each of the self-inflicted cuts running across his arms and legs. Vlaurin without a doubt looks like he just crawled out of his own grave despite being a pureblood vampire who never had one. The vampire carries himself with a visible burden- anyone being able to tell of his troubles just from his posture. When looking at him, it's hard to see anything other than an eternally beautiful young man with a tortured soul.

Woohoo!!! I'm finally done with my yapping!!! for this post, that is. I'm never done with my yapping!!

I'll be trying to get back to writing for tkdb soon, but expect more oc yaps! A zombie's gonna write what a zombie wants to write!

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