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Re: Subrace/Prestige Class requests & Guidelines - see pg 1
« Reply #135 on: June 03, 2012, 05:07:38 AM »
Ah, well... something about me just doesn't like circumventing standard protocol. I dunno. I'll put it up on the DM boards later. Btw Icky, I think Tebow the Terrible is awesome.

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Re: Subrace/Prestige Class requests & Guidelines - see pg 1
« Reply #136 on: June 04, 2012, 12:17:19 AM »
Icky: You've got the go ahead for Ssyrthys Thrall, on the condition that it's merely cosmetic. Given the bonuses an asabi gets, the DMs have deemed that it's a bit too powerful.

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« Reply #137 on: June 04, 2012, 05:46:16 PM »
Sweet! 
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« Reply #138 on: June 10, 2012, 02:29:30 PM »
NZ: Thain Cypress is approved. <stern>Do not make us regret our decision.</stern>
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Re: Subrace/Prestige Class requests & Guidelines - see pg 1
« Reply #139 on: July 30, 2012, 08:32:32 AM »
was hoping it might be ok to play a character that was infected with lycanthropy during play?

character is Melinda Davis



She was raised in a small farming village with her parents, looking to possibly be looking forward to ending up working in the tavern there until she was introduced to magic by adventurers passing through. After seeing the little bit of enchanted goods they had that fascinated her, she grew filled with thoughts of using it and possibly even being able to create other enchanted goods to help her parents or even the village with farming. She constantly pestered her parents asking over it whenever they would travel out, eventually finally they agreed to take her with them to the nearby city to see if there was an old wizard to take her in. And after finding one that would accept her as an apprentice they paid his fee hoping that she would have a better future than being a farmer.
Studying for years and being shuffled between different teachers to apprentice under, she slowly learned and practiced under them, learning enchanting and trying to pick up herbology and alchemy although, most of those uses were directed towards herself in her efforts to create better hygiene goods like soaps and perfumes, and also efforts at improving ones appearance outside of the normal. Most of her practicing seemed to be towards using magic for better things for people, and seemed to try staying away from learning necromancy, her studies eventually reaching the point of where she could begin to practice and study on her own.
She was sent out to another larger city... Neverwinter? Or maybe was it some other...? Along the way she finds a bandit trap disguised to look like a merchant being robbed, and in her haste she rushes to try helping only to quickly find herself surrounded and bound, eventually receiving a heavy blow to her head that knocks her out and leaves her.... Here? Where-ever this was?
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Re: Subrace/Prestige Class requests & Guidelines - see pg 1
« Reply #140 on: August 27, 2012, 03:33:19 AM »
Heather, your request has been approved.

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« Reply #141 on: July 22, 2013, 10:47:48 PM »
Hiyas, here my request hope it's not too soon since I played to request one xD if so I can wait haha

Name: Radilla Melaben
Race: Drow
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Evil
Class: Cleric, Priestess of Mask

Physical Appearance: Radrilla stands at a mere height of four foot five she is always covered from head to foot if one were to try to get a look at her face all they would see are her eyes for she wears a hood and over her face is a black mask with simple designs roaming it. (refer to pic) Radrilla eyes are a blood red color while her hair if a wayward strand decides to fall into view is the color of pure white. Her stature is small but a muscular one at that. If you are lucky to see what she truly looks like without her mask, her skin is as dark as night, her ears are pointed much like an Elf's would be and yet she is not your normal 'Elf'.

Mask(Except it does go to the eyelid completely basically leaving no flesh to see):



Eyes:



Personality: Radrilla is a for herself girl, if you collapse to the ground in a heap and well only if you are of use to her will she possibly decide to 'help' you. She is also uncaring of peoples woe's and worries, if they cannot do something about it then they must be weak. If they are weak then they are of no use to her. She also tends to be a bit cold or harsh towards people but perhaps that is because of what she is, a Drow, or whom she is.

Motives and Goals: A Drow on the surface is a rare sight indeed but you also have to see one and well Radrilla is not -just- going to allow that unless she deems it. But she has decided to travel to the surface

NOT DONE

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Re: Subrace/Prestige Class requests & Guidelines - see pg 1
« Reply #142 on: July 26, 2013, 11:04:38 AM »
Username: elvishnation
Character Name: Erulissë Tharwaithiel (Air-oo-lee-say Thahr-wye-thee-ell)
Name Meaning: Grace Beyond People
Gender: Female
Race: Ly-Tel'Quessir (Lythari (http://www.drgnscl.com/lythari.html, http://forgottenrealms.wikia.com/wiki/Lythari, true lycanthrope (werewolf))
Classes: 15Ranger/10monk
Alignment: LG (CG tendencies when her enemy is around)
Age: 110
Appearance:
 Elf form:
   Race appearance: Wood or wild elf
   Eyes: Mystical dazzling blue
   Hair: Silvery strands through brown hair
   Height: 5' 90lbs
   Other: A glittering brilliance to her, a beauty like no other surpassing even normal elven beauty. Her body is small in build, seeming delicate but a spiritual strength deep within her. She moves with the woods, nature seeming to embrace her every step. The wolves seem to accept her entirely as one of their own, yet other animals knowing she's a predator. Her outfits are made of leathers and fur, a necklace around her neck of a small carved wolf on a leather braid. Often flowers and feathers in her hair giving her a truly wild untamed beauty in appearance. Her voice is soft, musical when she speaks though only speaking the tongues of the woods.
 Wolf form:
   Size: size of a pony, strong build
   Eyes: Mystical dazzling blue
   Fur: Silvery white
   Other: She seems docile almost tame in wolf form, unless threatened or around her foe. A gentle giant of a wolf graceful and standing out amongst the trees as almost a symbol for something lost.



Side note: Any werewolf would know she's a wolf no matter her form, being able to sniff her out. Werewolves and lythari are natural enemies, werewolves long to eliminate kill any lythari due to the lythari's goodly being. She would also in turn be able to tell a werewolf from not, if people are okay with such.


Background:
Howls of wolves haunting the air, echoing off the trees of a deep old forest. Where the myths and rumors become truth. Surrounded by the warm fur of the wolves she curls up, a young child with light blue eyes and long wavy silvery white streaked brown hair. Never alone she'd walk through the woods, every sort of animal walking beside her at some point. Greeting her and welcoming her. She is nature. A part of it's beauty, a part of it's grace, seeing the world differently than all. Every so often, and over the years increasingly so. She would be caught at the land's edge and the water's beginning staring off towards another world.

They paced quickly through the woods, it was only the night before one of them fell. This new pack so young to outside the isle. Ran from their greatest foe. On one of the backs of the silvery wolves was the young elf. She kept low as they lead the pack. Howls rung through the trees, along with the howls of another breed. A breed terrifying and savage, with little control over themselves, the werewolves. Out numbered, yelps from more of them falling as some turned to fight. Fighting for the lives of the others. Blood sprayed from claws tearing into flesh, teeth snapping, and fierce growls, is what filled that night's air. The leading wolf with the small elf on back paused for a moment letting the elf slide off and they met eyes. Light blue eyes gazed into golden enchanted ones, one pair filled with fear and pain of a short few innocent years, the other panic and anger. The wolf snapped around quickly to face a werewolf bearing down on the two. The elf turned and took off. Running as fast as her legs could carry her, tears streak down her face as the dark woods swallowed her. In the distance she heard the result of the battle. A single howl reached out, breaking all silence, disturbing all life as the end draws near.

Few days pass as she wandered. Silently walking the trail. Truly alone for the first time ever, she calls out very softly hoping for an answer. She smells the air, the smell of blood still lingers. As she wonders is any still there. Her hunger grows as she is starved, but she endures. Softer yet she cries out once more, slowly becoming overwhelmed. Still there is no answer. Curling up beside a tree she stares through the woods, listening to the silence. Slowly she hears the softest of sounds, breeze through the bushes, breath of the grass, spirits of the trees. They guide her to food and safe water. Embracing her with warmth. Led to a stream she cups her hands to have a drink. Her head turns up to meet the eyes of wolf. A lone wolf. It is unheard of a wolf on it's own surviving in the wilds, but this one was different. It's fur coat shimmered with unnatural appearance, though comforting to her. She was led to other packs and other forests. As she grew she saw only the eyes at night, and then no more. She wondered often about that wolf. Wondering if she'd see it again.

She continued onward growing, and strengthening herself. Knowing someday she'll face again what haunted her past. Her greatest foe she'd strike them down. She didn't care for the fight. She'd rather avoid it, but she know in her heart she'd have to do what she needed to grow. Daily she hunted with the packs of wolves, drifting from pack to pack. She'd wander near the sparse camps watching from a distance though interacting little with anyone. She circled the camps searching for something, when nothing is found she'd move on. Soon myths and rumors spread of a silver shadow headed towards the old neverwinter woods, druids could spot her while blending with nature in their many forms. A silver streak in the distance hunting down a deer before vanishing again.


(Story idea and character taken from/based on this poem:)
Silent Paws
Gerri K. McCann

Silent paws trotting
on a well beaten trail,
alone in the wilderness,
so young and so frail.

Little yips go unanswered,
the moon is now his guide,
looking for ones just like him,
or have all of them just died?

He sniffs the dampened ground
and senses man everywhere,
the silence is deafening
no howls in the air.

Oh why did he venture
so far from his den,
while his pack fell silent
at the hands of men?

His stomach is growling
but the hunger he’ll endure,
his pack family is out there
it’s their blood he smells for sure.

He stops in his tracks
and raises his head up high,
the terror overwhelms him
as he lets out another cry.

But still there’s no answer
he can’t understand why,
he’ll follow their trail
or he surely will die.

For days now he’s traveled
his spirit and body gone weak,
he lies down in white clover
no more energy left to speak.

Soon the soul hovers
over this tiny, frail pup,
whose future now will be guarded
as his soul travels up.

What right does man have
to take life from a living thing,
that has no way to voice its defense
against a human being?

The wolf is a symbol,
a brother, a friend.
it’s time now for action
Before his existence comes to an end.

Soundtrack:
(warning naked woman ;)) She Wolf:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVzljDmoPVs
wolfs rain! (broken):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_WKrbZ9XtM
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Re: Subrace/Prestige Class requests & Guidelines - see pg 1
« Reply #143 on: September 14, 2014, 01:33:24 AM »
Account: Tails1879_
Character name: Zoe
Race: Human
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Request: Shadowdancer (Planned for 10 Shadowdancer)

Zoe's story is one wrapped in mystery, old and mostly-forgotten gossip. Some tell the story that a young girl by the same name came in contact with a mirror or portal in her home that lead to the Shadow Plane. Others may mention her disappearance; that when she went missing, an older yet strange woman appeared and claimed to be her. None in her household or even the city could believe the woman. How could they when she looked considerably older in what appeared to be days? An even stranger fact is that this story is at least a hundred years old.

Was it truly her? Someone else? Or perhaps something more sinister?

Whatever is true or false in this story, Zoe's skills with the shadows, be it becoming one with them or manipulating them, is tremendous and undeniable. The woman is rather loony and is a few muffins short of a dozen, but seems to commune with the shadows themselves as if they spoke back to her. She appears to be in her early 20's, but her usual hairstyle and several mannerisms seem childish, wild, and even random.

Zoe doesn't speak about her past; She admits that she does not remember, though some believe that it's a mere cover-up. She does mention strange tales across Faerun, though nothing that could be revealing about her past.
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« Reply #144 on: April 19, 2018, 10:28:56 AM »
Request: I'd like to make a new character with the Shadovar Subrace, for RP, flavor and backstory reasons. She is, for all intents and purposes, a human sorceress/monk with Netherese ethnicity that has no gameplay effect on her power.

Account: Akdool The Slimy
Character Name: Esrikah Drayunrel
Race: Human (Shadovar)
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Classes at Cap: Sorcerer 24/Monk 1

Age: 18 (Age of Majority)
Gender: Female

Like all Shadovar of the City of Shades, Esrikah had her aptitude tested for magic at the tender age of thirteen, and showed an aptitude for sorcery, especially of the necromantic arts. She was taught to harness her powers by various Arcanist instructors, but also took a philosophical approach to her development, inspired by the Order of The Dark Moon: by studying, interpreting, understanding and drawing out the darkness inside of herself, she believes that she can harness stronger sorcerous powers, a gift, she thought, from Shar and the years of time spent by her ancestors in that treacherous plane of shadows.

Whether or not this philosophy had truth to it, she was undeniably a fast study, and upon coming of age she would leave the city alongside a group of her peers and superiors... For what, it is unknown to all but her people, but that expedition was destined to fall. Not far from Neverwinter, the party was attacked, and everyone was thought killed, until she was brought to a nearby camp as the lone survivor. Now stranded in a foreign land, she was left with a choice: Should she carry out her mission alone? Will she dare the treacherous trip back home? Or perhaps will she do something else entirely, possibly even deserting her people? Only time will tell.



As a side note, I based my information on the various 3rd edition books I could find here, especially the Lords of Darkness, which goes into the most detail so far.

https://rpg.rem.uz/Dungeons%20%26%20Dragons/D%26D%203rd%20Edition/Forgotten%20Realms/
https://rpg.rem.uz/Dungeons%20%26%20Dragons/D%26D%203rd%20Edition/Forgotten%20Realms/Lords%20Of%20Darkness.pdf

If there's any suggestions or adjustments I should make, or something else I should do, let me know. Otherwise, I hope she is approved!

Edit: Just a few tweaks and grammar corrections.
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