#I've ever had in dnd or otherwise lmao

[eiseryn]

New OC :3 Her name is Artemis and her decker (hacker) name is Timberwolf as the text says. She is from/lives in Mertalline, the same city Lei is from/ lives in. She has a very black/white/silver (+grey) /blue palette and her fave colour is that bright blue you see! Personality-wise she is supposed to be cheeky and somewhat flirtatious (to certain people), quite self-confident and self-assured. She uses a laser bow (?) in battle and has a loyal battle hound (robotic wolf) with her which she has named "Orion". She really likes dogs (and wolves) because of how loyal they are :)

She likes to joke around and have as much fun as possible since life otherwise would suck! She has an older sister named Athena who is a runner (codename = Coyote), who is Artemis' first "hero". Artemis has a bit of a hero complex, believing in justice (or wanting to) and perhaps she wouldn't mind being someone's hero as well :3 She looked up to a decker named Tiger who was around the same age as her but unfortunately to her knowledge, Tiger was KIA around 8 years ago...

So yeah I'll be playing her in the next Mertalline campaign which may be a while from now.... (there are other cyberpunk COC campaigns lined up + my group has a DND campaign next) but I've been thinking about her for a while already ever since I learned I can play beastmaster in cyberpunk by playing a decker with bots. So here she is, my cyberpunk beastmaster XD I really like her design a lot -- I think she's super pretty 🥺🥺🥺

I have obtained permission from the DM that Lei and Vail's kids (those designs I made) can be canon if they live in the next Mertalline campaign which is probably the one I'll play her in. Like uhm what a minute 👁👄👁 WDYM they can be canon "if they live" like what is going to happen in Mertalline 👁👄👁 (apparently something super bad HUH) Anyways please pray for us that we play as well or better in this campaign as the last campaign I really want my babygirl Lei and her man to live 😭😭😭

Funny thing though I'm writing a prelude to Artemis' backstory and Lei appears and she might be Artemis' main doc LMAO like me not wanting my OC to die but also putting her into the plot kinda like haha oops :'D (Remember when Elise became plot relevant... yeah... Imagine if they have to save Lei the way Lei had to save Elise... wouldn't that sure be something... :') )

If she kinda resembles Nova it's cuz yes she is supposed to be "cyberpunk Nova" which means she shares similar features as Nova but I inverted some things! After all, fantasy and cyberpunk feel like polar opposites XD. The main design features is hair/eye colour -- Nova has white, Artemis has black. Nova's eyes are golden so Artemis has icy silver eyes :3 Also I totally stole Nova's Arknights outfit to kinda reuse partially for her XD work smart not hard~ They're also wolf girls in a way cuz I love wolves too much to give those up and of course the whole beastmaster aspect is a thing -- both of them having male wolf companions. They also both wield bows because I love archers. I just love them.

Another non important is that I want her to be charming and persuasive (and invest in those skills) because my former best boi (he's #2 now guess who took his place XD) Flash has been revealed to be a little suspicious. I want to know more about him and romance him using Artemis XD But it might not be possible if Flash is a corpo mole or someone more powerful/sinister 😔 I SURE CAN TRY THOUGH - THIS IS WHAT MY DM SAID TOO!

#oc #my oc #oc art #my art #original character #artemis #timberwolf #cyberpunk oc #cyberpunk coc #oc design #original character design #sketch #character design #cyberpunk character #oc lore #sorry i talk about my ocs too much #oc lore dump

[bi-vexual]

aaaa the fucking anxiety of "you're a terrible player and everyone just tolerates you at the table" 😬😬😬😬😬

#Logically I know that's probably not true. I hope. Unless? 👀 #Party members keep fighting with my characters (3 seperate occasions in 3 seperate campaigns) and I'm just 😭 #Please tell me it's not cause I'm an annoying player and my characters suck and are annoying to deal with #Like ofc out of game people tell me that it's nothing personal and nothing against me but it just keeps happening so my anxiety spikes lmao #I know exactly why people sometimes fight my cleric. I built her specifically so she can get knocked down a couple pegs #She's very convinced the things that were taught to her are the only good and right things because really that's the only pov she ever #Learned #So understandably our druid who's much shadier and much more cool with blatantly lying and hiding things is gonna be annoyed with her #Self righteousness! It's very interesting and I like the conflict #But now someone in my new campaign fully came at my character even though I think she wasn't acting super self righteous or anything #So now I'm doubting everything like is it just me am I annoying am I a pain to deal and play with lmao #No hate to the player I love them and they're amazing it's just my own dumb brain dissecting and over analyzing every single interaction #I've ever had in dnd or otherwise lmao #ANYWAYS the new campaign is really fucking fun and I love it and all the characters #The only character no one would ever come at I think is guardian cause they're sweet and gentle 💚 but frankly they also don't have many #Opinions on things cause they're still very new to the world lmao

[reckless-glitch]

what's scarlets deal? do you mind talking about her?

Nah I don't mind, she's the dnd character I've been playing since 2013! In our long running monsters campaign where everyone is a "monster"...she's a vampire and also thinks she's better than everyone else and...as a one time thing...I will share her backstory under the cut because it's a piece im proud of and I never show anyone anything I write ever lmao

(its long btw)

I wanted to be the matriarch. I dreamt about it as soon as my powers started coming in. Children were nice and all but I desperately wanted to do something that would leave my permanent mark on the family. The Brightsmiths are built on power, more so than other families. Acquiring it, keeping it, honing it into something you can wield in whatever way the moment calls for. My mother was the matriarch due to a strange set of circumstances that saw no unmarried woman available for the position. She ruled with an even harsher hold than would otherwise be required to prove she had no family based bias. Because of this, I forced myself to excel. All my time was spent perfecting the magic I was born with until I had mastered it and found myself wanting more.

My father was always against my unending crawl for power. He told me it would destroy me in the end. He was right, of course but if you’re not willing to let go of everything to achieve your absolute best self, you don’t deserve anything. From where I sit now I can safely say that this life is a life of sacrifices and still I would carve a pound of flesh from my own body for the chance to crest the next mountaintop. Needless to say, I didn’t heed his warnings. I left the Brightsmith compound when I turned eighteen years to start a journey that would never lead me back home.

My wanderings took me to places far off the beaten path. I became something of an historian of old lost places but all I ever came across was the odd enchanted item, nothing particularly special. I won’t lie, during this time I nearly gave up, consigned myself to the fate that most Brightsmith women are destined to. A neat marriage, perhaps an outsider dalliance in the tired tradition of gaining more bloodlines for the family. Not that there isn’t merit in that, this tradition absolutely continues to strengthen the house as a whole but what I wanted was personal, feral. I wanted to be more powerful, for me. I wanted to be the reason we gained a power even the gods would be appreciative of.

As a last ditch attempt to make my adventure worthwhile I followed the lead that would change my life. In one of the last bits of unclaimed wilderness in Tolbren there was a cave that no one would enter, the locals thought it was haunted or a portal to another dimension or something like that. Typical weak minded fear of the unknown. As I approached the cave though, I could see why they avoided it. The air around it seemed to be...whispering. The closer I got the more my mind was filled with noise, none of it intelligible but all of it seemed to be calling, screaming for me. The inside of the cave was unremarkable until I happened upon a dusty old book lodged under a rock. As soon as I touched it the voices in my head stopped and I was left in perfect, almost supernatural silence.

I spent months studying that book. It was in a language I didn’t recognize but our family is trained to deal with these things and I was never one to admit defeat. I even sought out the help of any wizard I could. I’ve never particularly liked wizards but they are the best place to go when you’ve got an unreadable book. After about a year of study I was able to put together what seemed to be a summoning ritual written by an outsider I had never heard of before. Something in me knew this was it, this was the way I would prove myself, this was the route to the power I was so desperate for. I was going to be matriarch and this was going to be my first act.

I gathered all the materials in the cave where I found the book and went about completing the summoning. As I uttered the final word, he appeared laughing in his terrible way. I remember feeling it in my bones, feeling like my whole being was in danger of being torn apart just from his presence and feeling with certainty that I was going to conquer this. He reached out and touched my head and my body felt like a churning void.

“Now we can speak in a civilized tongue.” he snarled down at me. The words were more like the incomprehensible screaming of multitudes but I understood them. In his language I asked who he was, the sounds reverberated through my throat feeling alien and distant.

I wouldn’t find out his name in that mortal lifetime but still I entered into a contract with him. He gave me a scroll to study, promising me the power I was seeking in return for allowing him a presence on this plane. The scroll turned out to be a ritual that allowed me to commune directly with the plane of Abaddon. The more I studied, the louder my own mind became. The Outsider was constantly whispering to me, revealing things to me, teaching me how to harness the power of things summoned from Abaddon for my own gain. Soon, the voices I heard the first time I visited the cave were a constant companion making it virtually impossible for me to exist in polite society anymore. I took to living a hermit’s life. Secluded in the wilderness all my waking hours were spent listening, thinking I was unraveling the very secrets of the universe. As I learned how to bend the very concept of space and time around me The Outsider suggested I was ready and instructed me to move to the peak of a mountain so I could call forth creatures from Abaddon to test my strength against them directly.

I lost myself in the ensuing struggle. I spent years summoning stronger and stronger beings and tearing them to pieces, each fight bloodier than the last and with each victory, madness took a deeper hold on me. Nothing mattered to me then. Nothing except calling the next stronger thing to test myself against. I felt like a force of nature.

Until He took it all away.

I thought it was going to be just a normal day. Summon, rip to shreds, rest, repeat. It had become a simple rhythm but this time when I summoned something from Abaddon He came through. He told me I was finally ready to prove myself and like the prideful little idiot I had become I thought I was ready.

We fought for hours. I poured everything I had into destroying him but the voices in my head were so loud and through it all I could hear him laughing. Every blow I managed to land on him, he landed six more until I was more blood than flesh. The area smelled sick and metallic and all I could taste was my own blood. In the end, he had me pinned and I was ready to give up, ready for him to just rip me apart like I had done to so many others. Instead he just looked at me in disappointment and touched me square in the chest with one claw. The pain I felt...it was as if someone was pulling me inside out and scouring me against the rocks. Abigail Brightsmith died that day. It took me two full days to even be able to move again and when I did I realized all my arcane ability had left me. I was just a husk of a person.

Once I got cleaned up and my wounds started to heal I realized He had left a nasty looking scar where He had touched me. It stood out, bright scarlet and jagged on my breasts. I tried to have it healed away but the clerics told me there was nothing they could do. They call it a soul scar.

He took my soul.

I tried to go home, thought maybe I could be married off so I could still be of use to the family but as soon as my mother saw me she cast me out. That was when I officially shrugged off the name she gave me and started going by Scarlet so I would always be reminded of the only thing that defined me now.

I went back to my wandering, never staying in one place for long. Through it all His voice was still in my head, mocking me, tearing down any small happiness I found. One night as I laid beneath a tree falling asleep, his laugh was the only warning I had. Bandits had found me. They had me surrounded and I thought for sure I was going to die. Something inside me stirred though. Despite it all I didn’t want to die. For the first time since He had taken everything from me I found myself wanting, demanding more. With a scream I unleashed some kind of energy. It poured out of me in thick, dark waves and as it touched each miscreant, flowing wounds opened and soon the air was thick with the smell of blood and their final dying screams. He snarled in my head for the last time that night. Something about me actually being useful after all. But then, my head was quiet and my thoughts were mine for the first time in nearly a decade.

I didn’t recognize the power that was flooding through my veins. The Brightsmiths don’t deal in divine magics so I had never seen it. Our family doesn’t even visit clerics, preferring instead to take care of our own. It took a lot of travel and many experts before I learned what I was. The world hadn’t seen an Oracle in several ages I’ve been told. We’re a rare breed. I didn’t even learn who I belonged to until my second life.

I spent my time before meeting the Baroness learning how to control my new power. Where arcane feels like wind just beneath your skin, divine feels like a hurricane that threatens to consume you at any second. I learned that all Oracles had a draw back, a curse they call it. A price you must pay for your loyalty. Mine is weakness. Every blow dealt to me feels like two. So, I took up the morningstar and decided I would be untouchable. Although, of course, Dunstland believes my curse is an aversion to sunlight. Sometimes a lie is necessary for survival.

I met Drakona on what I thought was an ordinary night. I was still trying to figure out what my role as an Oracle was so I was wandering from inn to inn just listening to people, trying to tune into what the world might need from an Oracle these days. It was at a crossroads outside of a small tavern in the south of Tolbren. One moment I was on the road alone, the next she was there, in front of me. I remember thinking that she looked as if she had been carved from stone. I was going to walk around her but she started to speak. She mused about the nature of crossroads, I took it as typical old woman ramblings and thought I should buy her a meal and find her family. Then she looked through me and called me by name. It was the first time I had heard my name, Abigail, in some time and no one here in this tiny village knew anything of my family. The way she spoke to me made me feel like she could see everything I ever was. It was chilling.

She beckoned me into the tavern and I knew I had to follow her, knew I had to see what this woman wanted. Drakona ordered a red wine and poured a vial of something into it. Before speaking again I swear her eyes glowed and suddenly the whole tavern went silent. Everyone stopped moving no matter what they were doing and their expressions were vacant. Adrenaline coursed through me. This was true power and I wanted it. I remember the next parts in absolute perfect clarity, she had my entire focus.

“I am Baroness Drakona Varghulovich. I know your name, what powers you used to hold and what it cost you to test their limits. I know the creature that defeated you and how to destroy it. And while I do not know what has given you your new power, I know ways to discover this. I know all of this because I have been watching you. I have been watching you because you have been chosen. And what you have been chosen for is immortality- to walk this world as a vampire and lord over it as one of its rulers.”

She spoke with pure authority and I hung on every word, unable to keep my desire for power tucked away. As she spoke the silent crowd moved again, in unison they lifted their hands to their eyes.

"This is no jest. This is no tragedy. This is a gift." The crowd, their hands still covering their faces started clawing at their eyes, blood ran down their faces and their mouths all twisted in silent anguish. "But every gift has a price. You find yourself at a crossroads, many paths before you. You may live out your mortal life searching for your answers, and perhaps you will find them. Or, you can accept my help. In return, you will become as I am, a thing of nights and murders and swear your fealty to me. This is your choice. I do not want a servant who does not serve willingly. But what I offer is the sweetest of fruits: the destruction of your enemies and dominion over all you can claim.”

I was hooked. I needed her power. I felt as though, after all I had been through, I deserved her power. She asked for my loyalty, my true obedience and my life and on that night I agreed. In return for this phenomenal power she displayed, I would’ve given anything. As I assented I felt her teeth at my neck. I told myself I wouldn’t scream but it only hurt for seconds. My head filled with fog, my senses dulled as my heart fluttered against my chest, feebly trying to keep me alive as she drained me completely. My final act as a mortal was taking her arm and letting her blood fill my mouth. It faintly burned as it went down my throat but it was a frigid burn, colder than ice and a shock to my dying system. Everything went black and the next time I woke up was in my own grave.

#long post #scarlet legacy #this is her backstory rewritten in her own words as a memoir #still a work in progress #everything is a work in progress

[repo-net]

I don't think anybody really cares about this blog other than my Nagisa stuff but that's part of the reason why I'd like to show you all the first Danganronpa OC I've ever made. I thought the idea of the guy was unique and thought this would be a really cool idea to do. Be nice to him, aight? Also feedback is appreciated lol

Name: Dee Endee

Age: 17

Birthday: 6/20/03

Ultimate: Lucky Student

Appearance:

(made using picrew)

Personality: Dee is the walking definition of r/nevertellmetheodds. Everything about him is determined by a roll of a 20-sided dice. The way he speaks, the way he acts, the way he reacts will all be based on the dice, and depending on it's outcome, that's how he reacts to almost any given situation, and he will ALWAYS follow the outcome, even if deep in his heart, he doesn't really like it. Otherwise, he is a rather blank and calm student, relatively smart and normally not easily annoyed unless you keep making fun of him. He's circled his entire life around the die and sees it value above everything else, almost like a god, but he hates it when dice get used for games such as DnD or gambling. Getting to know him is extremely difficult because he'll only properly respond if he rolls a number that prompts the response.

Backstory: As a child, Dee was almost similar to Makoto in that his life was boringly dull and normal. He hated every second of it and would always crave for the idea of more outcomes in his boring life. One day, his parents bought him a board game to play with, Dungeons and Dragons. Like most children who didn't understand it's rules, Dee ignored the game and gave up on it after a couple tries of trying to play it. He didn't care about every part of it except for one: the dice. The dies that came along with the board game a 6-sided, 8-sided, 12-sided, and 20-sided die. He was always fascinated by how they roll and how their outcome could never be properly predicted, and he always thought that it was the one thing that stood out in his dull and normal life. Then, the boy got an idea, using his dies, he would change his lifestyle, his personality, his whole life based on the outcome of his rolls, a true random life. It was perfect. This has caused Dee to lose many friends due to his unpredictable manner of speaking and one outcome where he rolled a 1 on his 20-sided die made him decide to leave his household and never come back. To this day, Dee holds his dies close to his heart due to the idea of true unpredictability and it doesn't seem like it'll be changing any time soon.

How he got his talent: Simple, really. He rolled his dice to decide if he would try to apply as a Lucky Student or not, the outcome making it so that he would infact give it a try. And by his luck, he was accepted as the Ultimate Lucky Student via the lottery.

Fears: The idea of losing his dice, or it breaking in any way possible, making it lose it's true randomness factor.

Secrets: Dee has ended up killing someone who had a love interest on him before, and you guessed it; it's because the dice prompted him to do. He doesn't seem to regret it.

Likes: Dice, the idea of randomness, yakisoba.

Dislikes: Gambling, DnD, normality, "quirky" people

Neat Facts: His name, if it wasn't obvious enough, is a pun on the famous board game worldwide, DnD (Dungeons and Dragons). Ironic considering he hates the game lol.

Whenever I RP as him, for the most part, I do actually use a dice bot to determine the way he speaks. So yeah, RPs with him have gotten quite chaotic lmao

Quote/s: "The idea that there are infinite outcomes when not using a dice but rather, your mind, is completely idiotic. You will only have one outcome, which is already decided. Your brain will work a certain way. You will do something a certain way. All your decisions are based on your knowledge, and all knowledge you gain is based on your actions. It's a perpetual loop decided entirely already. But the Dice avoids this. It is unpredictable. Random. It is true chaos. You only have 1 outcome. The Dice has more than that, and for that it will always be nothing you imbeciles will ever predict."

And that's about it, tbh. Feel free to ask me anything about him and I'd also really appreciate it if you gave me feedback.

#danganronpa #my oc character #dee endee