<Snipped quote by MagusDream>

Then you are approved!

<Snipped quote by Katakuri>

I vote that Cricket rides an actual cricket.

But to answer your question: you don't need to fill out a sheet or anything to give your character a mount. You can just say, IC, that your dudette is riding on one. Most of the writing and worldbuilding here will be done IC- I'm not the type of GM to make you fill out sheets for everything you wanna do. You can just give her a mount.

I’m interested. Can I join?

<Snipped quote by Tortoise>

Speaking of animals, is it possible for us to have mystical beasts, like griffons, wyverns, pegasi, etc?

Alright, my dude(tte)s, I'll be reviewing these sheets when I get home later.

In the meantime-

<Snipped quote by ImaginedBird67>

Of course!

<Snipped quote by MagusDream>

Ya, for sure

<Snipped quote by Tortoise>

How's about my question? Is there like any kind of disposition you'd wanna avoid in characters?

<Snipped quote by TruthHurts22>

Honestly, it's a tough one to answer, because I'd just have to see the sheet. My instinct is to say "No, killer-y characters are fine," but I would advise that I don't think the Caravan would actively shelter someone that they know is an (unjustified) murderer

Rita, the goblin knight [+]

Rita

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
_{Goblin, 27, 2 years in the Pilgrim's Caravan}

Appearance:
_{Rita is about 1 meter tall in stature, and is most often seen riding alongside the caravan clad in a full suit of plate mail, face hidden behind a somewhat battered grilled helmet}

History:
<sub>While goblins certainly have a reputation for being nothing but half pint bandits, not all of their tribes are like that. Some, like Rita’s, live too far away from any roads or towns to do such a thing, and instead practice actual trades. In her case, her home village was one nestled away in a swamp with mushrooms the size of trees, and her people were, naturally, farmers and forages of fungi, as well as brewers and potion makers.

Not that they didn’t play a part in the whole goblin’s are jerks thing, seeing as their main trading partners were other goblins, and particularly those who lived on the edge of civilization causing a nuisance and who didn’t have time for that whole farming thing.

It was during a routine visit to one of those that Rita’s life changed forever. See, she had always had a secret fascination with tales of knights. Not goblin tales of them mind, but ones from looted story books she had gotten her hands on (and which someone had already ripped out all the stories containing goblins in them out of) that she had read near religiously as a child and young adult. Well, it was on that day that the goblin first met one of the knights she so adored

Captive.

That was something that would just not do, so, at night, when no one was watching she snuck in, freed the confused knight, and helped them escape the camp undetected while babbling quietly about her admiration for their profession. Her reward for this? A boot to the gutt once they were clear … and also the knight’s helmet, let behind while they themselves fled.

The kick turned out to help her excuses once the knight was spotted legging it a lot, as she could claim he had totally tried to stop them escaping (a thing the knight successfully did despite said spotting), an excuse that held. For a little bit. Once word of her obsession with knights started to get out, she was already on the run and further from home than she had ever been.

Given that she had grown up in the wilds as a forager, living off the land wasn’t hard, but it was hardly living. So, along with the help of a feral dog turned close companion, she set about following her dreams, donning her ‘gifted’ helmet on her head, and scraps to disguise her species and setting out to do daring deeds.

That was rough going at first, but with dedication, hard work, a fair amount of luck, encountering several open minds that encouraged her to not always hide what she was, Rita has gotten herself to a place she is quite happy with: traveling across the world with the caravan, and seeing whatever adventure that brings her too.

Well, and one other thing got her there too, and that is the patronage of one Sir Perrywinkle, a small god of knighthood, which she gained in recognition for her daring deeds and strict adherence to the code of chivalry. She is, functionally, a paladin, although as a paladin of a god of knights, this involves less healing and smiting, and more riding fast and hitting things hard.</sub>

Personality:
<sub>Rita is brave, perhaps recklessly so, while being cheerful and optimistic in the face of danger, a combination that is either charming or, given that her occupation is, functionally, killing, manicaly unsettling. She is eager to help whoever and however she can, but is also eager to show off while doing so, having a bit of an ego and a mountain of confidence, which can get in the way of getting a job done right.

That is not to say that she has zero survival instincts (she would not have lived this long if she did not) but suffice to say that Rita can often get in over her low to the ground head and then has to fight tooth and nail to get herself out of it if no-one helps bail her out.</sub>

Motivation:
<sub>Rita’s main passive goal is to simply live up to the idea of a Knight errant, to roam the land in search of daring deeds to be done, and the caravan’s worldly wanderings are a good medium for this at the moment. It helps that she does not need to worry about her species’ reputation among them too, as she is ‘out’ to them, and at this point happily accepted.

Longer term, things get a little hazier. Pure fame and fortune, to an extent. Being knighted. Saving a princess. Basically, having her mimicking of the knightly nobility legitimized. That and maybe poking goblin culture and the perception of it in a direction she finds preferable via leading by example</sub>

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
<sub>Rita has remarkable, bordering on absurd, amounts of strength for her size, and she needs it, considering her profession and typical garb and armaments, which consist of some custom platemail, a kite shield and multiple melee weapons from swords, maces, knives and lances.

She uses these from atop the back of her noble steed Bernared, who she has become quite proficient at riding into battle.

Half of this is training, while the other is paladin-ly gifts, which let her break past her mortal limits and grant her a surprising amount of durability to boot (on top of what the armor grants). Other than raw strength and durability, the god also grants the ability to perform quick bursts of speed for dodging or charging proses, allowing the goblin and her steed to ‘dash’ in any non retreating direction. She is also resistant to hexes, curses, and other cowardly deliberating magics.

In return for her gifts, the goblin is oathbound to aid those in need, and to abhor villany in all its forms (though her god is just savvy enough to let her pick her battles rather than forcing her to throw her life away on lost causes)

In a more practical, less violent, set of skills, she has excellent foraging and survival skills, and has a decent knowledge of brewing simple potions (mushroom based as often as not) that can have a number of beneficial effects (typical stamina and strength are the ones she makes the most) as well as some, lets say, fun ones. Her actual cooking of regular food is rather lacking however.

As a goblin she has excellent hearing (even when her ears are jammed inside her helmet), and decent night vision. Also as a goblin, she is also smol, which is still sometimes a problem even if the strength issue has mostly been dealt with.</sub>

Optional: Extra Details [+]

What They Most Want: For stories to be written about her

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Lawful Good

Three Likes: Adventure, sugar and, obviously, all things knight related

Three Dislikes: Getting looked down on, mushroom based foods (they make her homesick) and hailstorms (the way they set her helmet ringing is painful on the ears)

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: Heart

Worst Fear: Being outed as a goblin while disguised in a place she’d need to fight her way out of to survive

Favorite Color: Silver

Most Like The Animal:
_{Husky: loyal, dependable, and playful}

Favorite Time of Day: Dawn. or sunset. They are dramatic

How They Dress: Knight-illy

Favorite Season: Autumn, its just the right temperature

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
<sub>Sir Perrywinkle: A legendary knight who was deified upon his death, and is now the, or at least a, patron saint of knights. Kind of a niche god, unsurprisingly, and is more often worshiped by the common folk hoping for salvation than by knights themselves(who, being nobles, tend to stick to the bigger ones).

The Gobbler: Goblin god of food and good times, and the only goblin god Rita still considers still worth her time

An assortment of other ‘good’ gods in a far more loose fashion</sub>

I decided to make a second character for fun. Probably won't use him as much, but I was really vibing with the look and got inspiration.

Virro [+]

Virro

Race, Age, Time in the Caravan:
_{Virro’s homeland is known to be the Feywild, with extremely remote origins. He’s roughly 225 in age and has been with the caravan for about five decades.}

Appearance:
_{Virro stands an inch or two over seven feet and weighs somewhere around 270 pounds. He is a slender and lengthy individual with lean muscles. Even though he is tall and weighs a decent amount, he would be considered to have a petite skeletal frame for his species.}

History:
_{Like most of his species, he grew up in a democratic tribe. Their ways can be considered bizarre to others — humans — as common practice in his tribe was to exile ones who caused forest fires (even accidentally) or brought harm to any animals, especially of rarity. When Virro was a youngling, he experienced the wrath of forest fires from an uncareful member of the tribe — learning how to distance himself from other individuals at a young age.
Virro stayed in his community for roughly forty-five years before going off on his own. Deciding to take the path of a hermit and learn the ways of the druid. He went out into the forest to find his way and learn from the natural world. Loneliness became addicting and Virro lived this singular lifestyle for around one-hundred years before departing from the Feywilds. He made his way into the outer world, traveling the vast world around him and experiencing the outside world for thirty years before meeting the caravan. He has been traveling with the caravan since.}

Personality:
<sub>More often than not, Virro keeps himself in a middle-latitude zone. Constantly being indifferent but rational and reasonable about the decisions and responses he gives others or himself — these are the foundation for his personality.
Sometimes it is difficult for even the most strong-minded individual to keep a reasonable mindset and Virro is not an exception. He can be extremely passionate. Showing what he truly cares about. This can lead to him even becoming emotional and showing how sensitive he can be about certain topics.

Other than his indifferent ways and his sometimes passionate explosions, Virro tends to be a friendly individual. Trying his best to respect everyone, he has a harder time with humans. He sees them as destructive, ignorant, and arrogant. Even with humans, he tries to be polite — his common tongue seems to always stay in a polite and blunt sphere.</sub>

Motivation:


Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:
<sub>Virro knows the common language along with giant and elvish — knowing giant better than any language that he can speak. This might be because his tribe follows the multiple deities that created the species of giants and such.

Strengths:
— Powerful build: Virro might have a lean build, but he can carry, push, drag, and move a lot more than what he weighs.
— Transparency: Virro can make himself transparent. This helps him to be unseen in the forest and in times of having to be sneaky.
— Access to Nature Magic (Energy based):
→ Nature Manipulation
→ Nature Channeling
— Fauna and Flora handling, communication, and friendship: He can speak to the flora and fauna along with having a balanced relationship with most creatures in the forest. He has no language to understand his leafy or furry friends, but he is patient enough to listen to their body language and behavior to know what they need or want.
— Advanced and diverse knowledge of the natural world
— Proficiencies with a bow and arrow, knives, and daggers.
— Wild-based cooking (venison, wild root vegetables, etc…)
— Medical knowledge of wrapping, bandaging, splinting, stitches, and invasive-based procedures. All based on experiences from what he had to do on himself (no formal experience).

Vulnerabilities/weaknesses/etc…:
— Consumption: This could be considered a weakness when food is scarce. It takes at least twice as much food a day to keep Virro functioning. A common thing with his kind or species his size.
— Extremely honest to a fault. Anyone — even someone that has the smarts of a box of rocks — could catch Virro lying. For some reason, his kind becomes physically uncomfortable upon lying even by omission. A few tell-tales of him lying are fidgeting, pacing, no eye contact, and massaging his torso, arm, or where it hurts the most from lying.
— Decision-making when it comes to the forest (animals or plants especially of rarity) and anything else. He might choose a kelpie over you.
— The ashes of Ashwood can be used in many ways to default Virro into a bad situation (and others of his species). It can be used as a poison in food or drink, becoming fatal if consumed. If the ashes are poured in a thick line, Virro cannot cross it. Meaning one could trap themselves into a circle that Virro cannot break or cross to get to the other.
— Like much different fey, iron is known to be a weakness for certain species. Natural healing appears to not be suitable when recovering from the cut or pierced flesh by iron. This can become fatal and magical healing is recommended, infection has a higher chance of spreading and killing him without unnatural ways of recovery.

Tools and inventory:
— Two twin daggers
— A book mixed of experience: herbology, fauna, flora, recipes, songs, certain spells, and more
— Pan flute (knows how to play, has been playing since he was a kid)
— Bow and a handful of arrows</sub>

Optional: Extra Details [+]

What They Most Want: Protection and safety for the fauna, flora, and all of the wild.

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be: Neutral good

Three Likes:
— Tea
— Soup
— Meditation. Alone time. Peacefulness. Quietness.
Three Dislikes:
— Individuals who lack empathy for the fauna, flora, or ones who need it.
— Negative energy
Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?: He is always debating with the two, but he tries to stay reasonable.

Worst Fear: Forest fires (PTSD from childhood trauma with a forest fire)

Favorite Color: Forest greens, browns, tans, and natural colors

Most Like The Animal:
_unknown

Favorite Time of Day: undecided

How They Dress: A traveler of the forest

Favorite Season: Any

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
_{Virro follows under the goddess Iallanis, the goddess of peace and mercy. He knows his people’s origins to be derived from the goddess Othea having an affair with the god Ulutiu.}

<Snipped quote by DracoLunaris>

She's adorable, and I love her.

Approved. We can always use more knights and goblins. I like 'em both.

<Snipped quote by Katakuri>

Approved.

Y'know, my character is a human who comes from a place called the Old Marshland, and while it doesn't come into his story much, my idea for it is that it used to be a fey-land before humans migrated in and killed off most the native fey. Since your dude is already not fond of humans, there might be some tension there, if he knows that bit of history :P