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NAME
SVENLOTH

RACE
Elf

CLASS
Bard

BIO
Lowkin such as HUMANS, ORCS, and FARM ANIMALS know you as SVENLOTH, though to your fellow Elven brothers, you are;

ЅVЄИLФГНІЄИLЄLЦЅЌДЯЅЄИЅФИЅЄLІЧФЅЦLЦЅДМДЌДМДЌДЩІЩФЅЄЯЄLІЦЅЅФЯЄИБДLГНЄЅМФИЅЦЯЄИЅФЅДИБІFЄЯЅЄЦЯФИҀЧГЄЯЅДЅ ЖІІІ.

That's because unlike all these FILTHY LOWKIN, you don't just speak Common, you can speak FЦҀЌІИБ ЄLVІЅН. You are a BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN-ELF, which explains your RIDICULOUS NORDIC ACCENT, though you have spent your past HUNDRED YEARS of adolescence as a wandering BARD. In this endeavor, you have done quite well for yourself. Romantically speaking, not monetarily. Monetarily speaking, you are SHIT-BROKE due to your inability to save your coins for more than a week. You enjoy the FINE THINGS in life, aside from your MUSIC, such as DRINKING, PROSTITUTES, and DRUGS. These likes coincide with the MANY BASTARD CHILDREN after your head from seemingly EVERY RACE. Except for the AWFUL FISH-PEOPLE of course, who are HORRIBLE IN EVERY FACET OF THEIR BEING. How you hate them so. Not so much as the FILTHY, STINKING SAVAGE DWARVES.

You sometimes ponder on the INCREDIBLE LONELINESS you feel, wandering from place to place and outliving any and all relationships, but then you remember that you're not a WOMAN and have a drink or two. Aside from your RAMPANT SUBSTANCE ABUSE ISSUE you are also known for your BEAUTY and your appreciation of MEN AND WOMEN ALIKE, which most primitive humans look down upon. If you were a character in some sort of CHILDREN'S GAME you would have a 20 in Charisma and pretty much NOTHING ELSE.

Except for your LUTE. You'd probably have that too.

Sprite Mode
(made by Deadbeat, edited by Sentel)
Name: Gagiblox, Spongebeard.

Teal

Race: Awful Fish-Person.

Class: Mistake Mage

Bio:

You are Gagiblox or [ in ridicule] Spongebeard; born in HELL EDEN and grew up being fascinated with MODELS and FASHION. Both things that not only society has deemed it undesirable for you to attempt due to being an UGLY FISH PERSON but derided by your own disgusting kin. Your path to glorified nerdom as a MAGE begun at the petulant age of 12. Not for any noble reason like the pursuit of a higher purpose, good of awful fishkind or advancement of knowledge. Nah, none of that CRAP. You did it because you one day wanted to dispel your UGLINESS. Despite being horrendous, you crave POPULARITY and read, trashy, dime a dozen SELF HELP books. All depicting how to obtain charisma of which many first rule is not to be an heretical sea slug.

You have a BEARD despite it being physically impossible for your race to grow them purely because the other wizards laughed at you at the last reunion, a display of your desperation to fit in is that it is made of sponges, as are your shoes. You are a master SWIMMER due to your race and your major magics is in TRANSMORDIFICATION and as such your school of mages are the prime fuck up that keep creating all the giant rats with your practice on objects.

Name: Korgrundr

Yellow

Race: Human

Class: Barbarian

Bio: Your name is Korgrundr. You are a descendant of a PROUD clan of WARRIORS with a long and HEROIC history. You display the traditional GARMENT of your people PROUDLY, although you do get a little chilly sometimes, so you've taken to wearing a pair of nice warm SOCKS underneath your SANDALS. You are a FATHER to five SONS and four lovely DAUGHTERS, whose portraits you keep tucked safely into your LOINCLOTH along with one of your beautiful WIFE. They are all incredibly STRONG and HEROIC. You are very PROUD of them. You enjoy TELLING people about your FAMILY. You are on your annual QUEST for bringing home DRAGON HAM for the traditional FEAST OF THE NEW YEAR. It is your favourite holiday. Very homely and full of LOVE.
You do have some trouble READING the map, however. You won't admit it but you're in dire need of GLASSES. However you think they make you look OLD and old people are WEAK, which is the opposite of STRONG. And you are VERY STRONG.

Name: Hish

Light Green

Race: Lizardman

Class: Rogue

Bio: Your name is HISH. Maybe. We don't actually know. That's just what people call you. That may have something to do with the fact that you aren't much of a TALKER. People also call you a LIZARDMAN, which is false. You are in fact a LIZARDWOMAN, and a good looking one at that, as any lizardman could tell you. Unfortunately most people you encounter are mammals who do not appreciate FEMALE BEAUTY if it doesn't possess MAMMARY GLANDS which you don't because you are a REPTILE. Your general reaction to things is to either HISS at them or STAB them. Your intent is not malicious most of the time, you just like KNIVES a lot and like to also show off how well maintained and impressive your COLLECTION is. Someday you will own a big and FANCY CASTLE with many LUXURIOUS ITEMS and many SERVANTS to keep your collection POLISHED every day. So to help yourself in that endeavor another thing you like to do is put LUXURIOUS LOOKING OBJECTS inside of your pockets. To your understanding if it looks nice and POLISHED it is sure to be very LUXURIOUS. Sometimes these luxurious looking objects don't belong to you. That is okay because you are a ROGUE. You are completely convinced that this is a solid argument. You do however find it a little difficult to be STEALTHY as you are always emitting a soft JINGLING SOUND.

Name: Jaedan

Color of choice: Blue

Race: Human

Class: Priest/Cleric/That class that attacks with holy light and stuff

Bio: Jaedan is a name conceived by the ALMIGHTY SEER, Jaedan is a portmaneau of "Jaedas" which means JOURNEY and "Toedan" which means UNNECESSARY, those are words from the legendary ELDERSPEACH, a language so complicated that even the most wise sages stopped using it completly, because who the hell writes an overly complicated language just because it's cool? Of course it was some ELDER DOUCHEBAG who had nothing better to do, in fact, most humans are LAZY DOUCHES and you are no exception.
You then decided to go PLUNDERING. You went alone, equipped with a SILVER WAND and your high FAITH, that and also a very beautiful STEEL ARMOR, ok, maybe not very beautiful, it would surely look better if you had the HELMET, but you sold it because a BACKPACK is more suitable for adventure than a high defense stat, besides that you had to be prepared for the S1CK L00TS you should find.
After blinding guards and dealing MISERABLE amounts of damage with your SHINY SPHERES The adventure was a huge success, and you bragged for a whole week about your newfound stash of 31 SILVER COINS and a neat WATER FLASK, you went over the TAVERN to spend your hard earned oh i mean hard stolen CA$H and look for new adventures.
Ah, besides that you also tend to be clumsy and speak very loud, you often lose track of time and forget where you leave your sweet STUFF, but on the bright side you tend to be very INSPIRING, just as any Priest should be.
You obviously forgot where you put the ARMOR, so you'll use the regular PRIEST ROBES.

Name: Garbageoff Deadleaf

Race: Hooman

Class: Nature's Chosen The Hobo Druid

Color: Orangeee

Bio:

Your name is Garbageoff, friends call you GARBAGE, enemies call you geoff. You were SPECIAL from the moment you were born. Thrown into a DUMPSTER right after your birth, FATHER NATURE reached to you within minutes of your terrestrial out-of-vagina fleshification. HOW did he do that one might ask Garbageoff? Simply by GIVING you EVERYTHING you ever wanted in your short but FULL OF POTENTIAL shitty existence, which for DUMPSTER BABY Garbageoff was obviously JUNK, lots and lots of junk, garbage, trash and all other related words that lead to useless but useful crap. He was also a home and a name. His GLORIOUS home, the CITY OF GARBAGE-OFF, also known as the LOCAL JUNKYARD to the "CIVILIZED WORLD", where he also WISELY deduced that that will be his name for which he owned and ruled said land.

You have a SUPERIOR AFFINITY to anything that is junk. Old, moldy food which you will DEVOUR with LUST only to be IMBUED with EXTREME SMELL ABILITIES, meaning you REEK like pig shit after it ate his own vomit a few times, LITERALLY. Sooo...what's that have anything to do with being a DRUID? Well let ol' middle aged Garbageoff explain, young foolish one. NATURE is a druid's most important possession in his LIFE! You don't choose to be a druid, druid chooses to be you!...Ok that doesn't make any sense, LONG STORY SHORT, you were raised by a pack of VEGETARIAN PACIFISTIC Bugbears that were already living in "your" GLORIOUS city, teaching you the WAYS of the BEASTS. For your final test in the arts of DRUIDISM, having 30 YEARS to train and harden yourself, YOU, with literally NO NOTION of TIME due to the bugbears believing that that was useless to teach you, only STARTED preparing your first EVER ANIMAL TRANSFORMATION 10 minutes before the trial, which of course you FUCKED up grandiosely, only being able to shape-shift your limbs and face, looking like a truly fabulous ABOMINATION.

You can also have meaningless conversations with animals from the GARBAGE DOMAIN and SUMMON them as well, if they feel like coming. You have a long time BEST FRIEND that lives in your HAIR, Casper the bird, who btw is DEAD for a while now but for some unknown reasons doesn't rot, yet you believe his soul is still and will always be with you, hearing his chirps every time you are in nature.