A Lowly Wretch

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@Xaltwind I have Nettle posted up in the CS tab. I'll lurk until a viable introduction point presents itself. Having some random child wonder up to a group of adventurers without purpose might not promote invitation to go murder things.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Nettle

Name: Nettle.
Age: 12.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human (Changed).

Appearance:

Her skin is pale unto the point of looking almost undead due to just how little sun one sees when living in Stranglesun Swamp. Despite the vaguely deathly looking state of her skin it is without blemish, smooth and clear with nary a fault. Though she always tends to keep her head down and wear a mild-mannered expression her slim face tends to bring out her eyes that possess a deep dark nephrite green colour. Her hair which hangs down to the middle of her back curves with a modest wave and is a rich yet dark moss green colour.

She is a rather thinly built person. Her physique would make a quail seem buff in comparison. She is not as wholly feeble as she appears but she is no physical powerhouse by any means.

For attire she typically dons long dark brown robes, the darker color being ideal for concealing the many stains it has accrued both in the swamp and throughout her crafts. It has a big hood which is handy in rough weather. Her long abundance of hair is mostly tucked into the back though her front bangs hang out the front of the hood, covering her face for the most part when she has her hood up. For footwear she wears big hide boots that look several sizes too large on her feet. They were a gift from one of her fellow orphans, sewn together from the hide of a giant dead rat that was strangled to death by Stranglebriar Vines. Hanging from her shoulder by a hide strap is a large bag crafted from a portion of the stomach of a massive boar. She typically carries a long crook with her wherever she goes, this wooden tool having been treated with a special resin to keep it from decaying.

Height: 120 cm.

Personality.

Having grown up as an orphan in Stranglesun Swamp she was bound to be a strange sort. With thanks to the Caregiver she along with eight others survived in a wild region where close to everything was poisonous and somewhat on the larger scale when compared to species found in tamer wilderness. The Caregiver however was not a being with a terrifying lot in common with more... Common societies. She's been raised with a great knowledge of plants, the swamp and other less tangible presences but in exchange she's learned nearly nothing in regards to civilized society.

What some see as being distant and spaced out others might see as simply being a rather reserved individual. Both would probably be correct to some extent as far as that's concerned. She is quite mild tempered and takes most problems in similar stride. She prefers to think her way through situations rather than power through things. Nettle is not very outspoken either and she tends to remain distant in most matters. This attitude is not out of a fear of confrontation but rather her tendency to get absorbed in her own thoughts, often preferring to dwell on matters that pertain to her pursuits rather than on tangential matters. Some might accuse her of being antisocial but her lack of socialization with others is not out of an aversion to social interaction but rather an unfamiliarity with societal norms.

With having spent pretty close to her whole life in the Stranglesun Swamp she's most at home in the natural world. She's somewhat distrustful of the civilized world given what she's been taught of man by The Caregiver. Even still she's willing to brave any danger should it lead her closer to The Caregiver.

The Caregiver gave her and the fellow orphans care. She will do nearly anything to bring it back.

History:

Abandoned as an infant she was found and taken in by a strange entity known only as the Caregiver. She along with eight other orphans were taken and given shelter from the swamp by this being. For most of the day the Caregiver would be absent leaving the children to their own devices. From time to time throughout the day the Caregiver would descend into their reality where it would brew strange stews or tell it's stories to them. It taught them pretty much everything they knew and it's stews bestowed subtle changes upon them. Whenever one of the orphans was hurt or ailing a taste of the brew would heal them right up in short time, leaving them good as new.

After many years on a diet of such stew they found themselves less susceptible to the hazards of the swamp. The new organs that had grown within them mixed their blood with a strange milky yellow sap-like substance that would eat away any unwelcome poisons and diseases that found their way into their bodies. In addition their irides had developed strange properties which made their sight more sensitive to the presence of the spiritual life surrounding them. Evanescent wisps, drifting shadows and ripples on the fabric of reality before them were all hints to a deeper layer of the world that laid before them.

Each of the orphans learned to survive in the swamps, each taking their own path in adapting to the struggles such life offered. In tree houses and home stumps they dwelt, living off the land and practicing their strange magic.
_
The children might not have had an easy life but thanks to the Caregiver they had made the most of what the land had to offer. In truth the children were quite happy with what they had, strange as they might have been. Just as with any tale however change was in the wind. When the orphans were capable of living on their own the Caregiver ceased to appear within it's hut. They were greatly confused and concerned by this.

After all no more Caregiver meant no more of it's tasty stew and no more of it's bizarre but captivating stories but most depressingly of all it meant there'd be no more of it's words of loving care. It was as much of a mother and father to them as they had ever known and now it was gone, nowhere to be found.

After a period of mourning in their respective ways some of the orphans simply returned to living as they did before, albeit with an air of melancholy stealing the spring from their step. Others, Nettle included, did not take the loss of the Caregiver laying down. Each one of them was determined to find a way to bring the Caregiver back so their family could be whole again. Each one of them went about the challenge in their own way. Nettle's way was to set out into the world and seek her answer beyond the swamp's borders.

-----
Level: 20.
Class: Witch.
Profession: Herbalist.

Stats:
Strength (STR): E.
Vitality (VIT): F.
Dexterity (DEX): C.
Intellect (iNT): S.
Wisdom (WIS): B.
Charisma (CHA): F.

List of immunities:
- Diseases.
- Poisons.
- Parasites.

Weaknesses:
- -20% Max HP.

Equipment:
- A wide variety of herbs for many uses.
- A skin of combustible salamander spit made from it's stomach.
- Magical mushrooms that can cause the one who ingests it to grow large and tall for a time.
- A thin needle-like thorn with a hooked end that's paired with some vine fibers spooled around a wooden rod.
- A blowpipe and twenty wooden blow darts.
- A stone dagger with a sinew-wrapped handle.
- Several wards, charms and dream catchers she's enchanted to ward off malevolent spirits.
- Candles & incense.
- A breathing reed for traveling beneath the water's surface.
- A bladder full of leftover stew from The Caregiver. The stew bestows remarkable healing qualities, even in small doses.
The rest is just basic traveling supplies.

Skills & Spells:

|Lancing Thistle| - When cast a jagged dark purple light jets forth from her fingertips. Upon contacting a solid surface a thistle flower will germinate beneath it's surface. Spurred to grow by the magic that bore it the thistle will erupt forth, tearing through said surface and spreading it's roots into it as though it were soil. The process is excruciatingly painful for living creatures afflicted as it's thorns tear through the skin and it's roots dig a shallow distance beneath it. Worse still is the pain and damage incurred trying to remove the thistle once it's taken root.

|Mark of The Serpent| - With this spell Nettle summons forth a snake spirit. At her command it will envenom it's target before returning to it's home. The venom causes damaging necrosis in the living, killing cells as it courses through the victim's body. This will continue until either the venom runs it's course, the curse is broken or the victim dies.

|Rising Briars| - This spell summons forth Stranglebriar Vines when cast. These tough sinewy vines coated with wicked thorns erupt from the earth, winding about until they settle in a large patch of deadly briars. These plants respond to objects moving through them by lashing about violently until their thorns can find purchase in the intrusion's form. Once it's found purchase on it's victim it's lashing quickly turns to constriction as it's tough fibrous length winds about until it's victim is immobilized in it's thorny grasp. It will continue to squeeze, digging it's thorns in to bleed it's victim dry, until whatever it is remains motionless for a long enough period of time before it relaxes.

|Concealing Mists| - This spell conjures a dense white mist which fades into existence, obfuscating a large area within it until the wind eventually disperses it. The more still the air in it's area is the longer the mist remains.

|Prayer Unto Htzhasohs Rains| - This is a ritual taught to her to bring about a miracle from the rain spirit Htzhasohs. When cast the skies will start to darken as grey clouds gather overhead. Over many kilometres a downpour will begin, raining heavily in a great storm which will last for hours. This ritual takes about thirty minutes to cast, complete with chanting and a dance.

|Nature's Tongue| - This spell when cast allows Nettle to bypass the need for physical speech, allowing her to communicate directly to the spirit of any beast or plant in her presence. These wild life forms are not required to heed her words but can choose to do so if they are so inclined.

|Ward vs Spirits| - Nettle is able to make special sigils which are imbued with a magical ward against spirits. These wards protect an area within a reasonably wide diameter, barring entry from any spirit, ghost or other variety of spectral entity which fits such classification. She is able to craft charms featuring these sigils and she can also draw them when necessary. Naturally the wards are only as strong as the caster who made them so spirits stronger than her would still be able to break through.

|Wild Life| (Passive) - Nettle has spent most of her whole life in the wilderness. While she is most at home in swamplands she is rarely out of her element in the woods. While traveling through unpaved & untrodden forests she is virtually unimpeded by all but the most untraversable of obstacles like a cliff or a lake. She also has little difficulty in basic day-to-day survival such as finding food or shelter. Having avoided civilization for so long has had it's drawbacks such as a minimal understanding of her own race's culture and illiteracy. What she lacks in civil education she possesses in worldly experience and the teachings of a strange mentor.

|Low Profile| (Passive) - Life in Stranglesun Swamp has taught Nettle that going unnoticed is a key component to survival. She has practiced stealth for a long while, learning how to get around while avoiding detection from a variety of methods. Tracking her in the wild would be a great effort for even experienced trackers. She's less familiar with going unseen in cities but her small stature and light frame still help her evade detection when necessary.

|Gift of The Caregiver| (Passive) - The stews that The Caregiver had fed her and her kin possessed strange properties, bestowing upon those who fed upon it long enough physical changes which, though subtle, alter their biology in unusual yet fairly beneficial ways. Within her body a new gland has grown which secretes large amounts of strange milky yellow sap, pumping the goop all throughout her blood stream. This strange yellow sap binds with harmful substances and organisms, breaking them down so her body's immune system can properly identify and dispose of them. This protects her from all varieties of diseases, viruses, poisons and parasites. In addition her eye's lenses have been altered, allowing her to see spirits & ghosts. While she can perceive them when they'd ordinarily be invisible to anyone else everything else that applies for a spirit or ghost still functions normally.

Custom Class Overview: The Witch class is sort of like a druid but with more focus on spirits and curses.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

@Xaltwind - I guess asides from the fact that she's a kid and also uneducated in her own race's culture, leaving her illiterate, I've included a negative to her max health as a trade-off. A bit of fragility in exchange for good health. I've also scrubbed away |Choking Spores|, leaving it as a higher level spell for later, and included an extended portion on the skill |Wild Life| to better elaborate on her lack of formal education. Hopefully this should suffice.

Nettle

Name: Nettle.
Age: 12.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human (Changed).

Appearance:

Her skin is pale unto the point of looking almost undead due to just how little sun one sees when living in Stranglesun Swamp. Despite the vaguely deathly looking state of her skin it is without blemish, smooth and clear with nary a fault. Though she always tends to keep her head down and wear a mild-mannered expression her slim face tends to bring out her eyes that possess a deep dark nephrite green colour. Her hair which hangs down to the middle of her back curves with a modest wave and is a rich yet dark moss green colour.

She is a rather thinly built person. Her physique would make a quail seem buff in comparison. She is not as wholly feeble as she appears but she is no physical powerhouse by any means.

For attire she typically dons long dark brown robes, the darker color being ideal for concealing the many stains it has accrued both in the swamp and throughout her crafts. It has a big hood which is handy in rough weather. Her long abundance of hair is mostly tucked into the back though her front bangs hang out the front of the hood, covering her face for the most part when she has her hood up. For footwear she wears big hide boots that look several sizes too large on her feet. They were a gift from one of her fellow orphans, sewn together from the hide of a giant dead rat that was strangled to death by Stranglebriar Vines. Hanging from her shoulder by a hide strap is a large bag crafted from a portion of the stomach of a massive boar. She typically carries a long crook with her wherever she goes, this wooden tool having been treated with a special resin to keep it from decaying.

Height: 120 cm.

Personality.

Having grown up as an orphan in Stranglesun Swamp she was bound to be a strange sort. With thanks to the Caregiver she along with eight others survived in a wild region where close to everything was poisonous and somewhat on the larger scale when compared to species found in tamer wilderness. The Caregiver however was not a being with a terrifying lot in common with more... Common societies. She's been raised with a great knowledge of plants, the swamp and other less tangible presences but in exchange she's learned nearly nothing in regards to civilized society.

What some see as being distant and spaced out others might see as simply being a rather reserved individual. Both would probably be correct to some extent as far as that's concerned. She is quite mild tempered and takes most problems in similar stride. She prefers to think her way through situations rather than power through things. Nettle is not very outspoken either and she tends to remain distant in most matters. This attitude is not out of a fear of confrontation but rather her tendency to get absorbed in her own thoughts, often preferring to dwell on matters that pertain to her pursuits rather than on tangential matters. Some might accuse her of being antisocial but her lack of socialization with others is not out of an aversion to social interaction but rather an unfamiliarity with societal norms.

With having spent pretty close to her whole life in the Stranglesun Swamp she's most at home in the natural world. She's somewhat distrustful of the civilized world given what she's been taught of man by The Caregiver. Even still she's willing to brave any danger should it lead her closer to The Caregiver.

The Caregiver gave her and the fellow orphans care. She will do nearly anything to bring it back.

History:

Abandoned as an infant she was found and taken in by a strange entity known only as the Caregiver. She along with eight other orphans were taken and given shelter from the swamp by this being. For most of the day the Caregiver would be absent leaving the children to their own devices. From time to time throughout the day the Caregiver would descend into their reality where it would brew strange stews or tell it's stories to them. It taught them pretty much everything they knew and it's stews bestowed subtle changes upon them. Whenever one of the orphans was hurt or ailing a taste of the brew would heal them right up in short time, leaving them good as new.

After many years on a diet of such stew they found themselves less susceptible to the hazards of the swamp. The new organs that had grown within them mixed their blood with a strange milky yellow sap-like substance that would eat away any unwelcome poisons and diseases that found their way into their bodies. In addition their irides had developed strange properties which made their sight more sensitive to the presence of the spiritual life surrounding them. Evanescent wisps, drifting shadows and ripples on the fabric of reality before them were all hints to a deeper layer of the world that laid before them.

Each of the orphans learned to survive in the swamps, each taking their own path in adapting to the struggles such life offered. In tree houses and home stumps they dwelt, living off the land and practicing their strange magic.
_
The children might not have had an easy life but thanks to the Caregiver they had made the most of what the land had to offer. In truth the children were quite happy with what they had, strange as they might have been. Just as with any tale however change was in the wind. When the orphans were capable of living on their own the Caregiver ceased to appear within it's hut. They were greatly confused and concerned by this.

After all no more Caregiver meant no more of it's tasty stew and no more of it's bizarre but captivating stories but most depressingly of all it meant there'd be no more of it's words of loving care. It was as much of a mother and father to them as they had ever known and now it was gone, nowhere to be found.

After a period of mourning in their respective ways some of the orphans simply returned to living as they did before, albeit with an air of melancholy stealing the spring from their step. Others, Nettle included, did not take the loss of the Caregiver laying down. Each one of them was determined to find a way to bring the Caregiver back so their family could be whole again. Each one of them went about the challenge in their own way. Nettle's way was to set out into the world and seek her answer beyond the swamp's borders.

-----
Level: 20.
Class: Witch.
Profession: Herbalist.

Stats:
Strength (STR): E.
Vitality (VIT): F.
Dexterity (DEX): C.
Intellect (iNT): S.
Wisdom (WIS): B.
Charisma (CHA): F.

List of immunities:
- Diseases.
- Poisons.
- Parasites.

Weaknesses:
- -20% Max HP.

Equipment:
- A wide variety of herbs for many uses.
- A skin of combustible salamander spit made from it's stomach.
- Magical mushrooms that can cause the one who ingests it to grow large and tall for a time.
- A thin needle-like thorn with a hooked end that's paired with some vine fibers spooled around a wooden rod.
- A blowpipe and twenty wooden blow darts.
- A stone dagger with a sinew-wrapped handle.
- Several wards, charms and dream catchers she's enchanted to ward off malevolent spirits.
- Candles & incense.
- A breathing reed for traveling beneath the water's surface.
- A bladder full of leftover stew from The Caregiver. The stew bestows remarkable healing qualities, even in small doses.
The rest is just basic traveling supplies.

Skills & Spells:

|Lancing Thistle| - When cast a jagged dark purple light jets forth from her fingertips. Upon contacting a solid surface a thistle flower will germinate beneath it's surface. Spurred to grow by the magic that bore it the thistle will erupt forth, tearing through said surface and spreading it's roots into it as though it were soil. The process is excruciatingly painful for living creatures afflicted as it's thorns tear through the skin and it's roots dig a shallow distance beneath it. Worse still is the pain and damage incurred trying to remove the thistle once it's taken root.

|Mark of The Serpent| - With this spell Nettle summons forth a snake spirit. At her command it will envenom it's target before returning to it's home. The venom causes damaging necrosis in the living, killing cells as it courses through the victim's body. This will continue until either the venom runs it's course, the curse is broken or the victim dies.

|Rising Briars| - This spell summons forth Stranglebriar Vines when cast. These tough sinewy vines coated with wicked thorns erupt from the earth, winding about until they settle in a large patch of deadly briars. These plants respond to objects moving through them by lashing about violently until their thorns can find purchase in the intrusion's form. Once it's found purchase on it's victim it's lashing quickly turns to constriction as it's tough fibrous length winds about until it's victim is immobilized in it's thorny grasp. It will continue to squeeze, digging it's thorns in to bleed it's victim dry, until whatever it is remains motionless for a long enough period of time before it relaxes.

|Concealing Mists| - This spell conjures a dense white mist which fades into existence, obfuscating a large area within it until the wind eventually disperses it. The more still the air in it's area is the longer the mist remains.

|Prayer Unto Htzhasohs Rains| - This is a ritual taught to her to bring about a miracle from the rain spirit Htzhasohs. When cast the skies will start to darken as grey clouds gather overhead. Over many kilometres a downpour will begin, raining heavily in a great storm which will last for hours. This ritual takes about thirty minutes to cast, complete with chanting and a dance.

|Nature's Tongue| - This spell when cast allows Nettle to bypass the need for physical speech, allowing her to communicate directly to the spirit of any beast or plant in her presence. These wild life forms are not required to heed her words but can choose to do so if they are so inclined.

|Ward vs Spirits| - Nettle is able to make special sigils which are imbued with a magical ward against spirits. These wards protect an area within a reasonably wide diameter, barring entry from any spirit, ghost or other variety of spectral entity which fits such classification. She is able to craft charms featuring these sigils and she can also draw them when necessary. Naturally the wards are only as strong as the caster who made them so spirits stronger than her would still be able to break through.

|Wild Life| (Passive) - Nettle has spent most of her whole life in the wilderness. While she is most at home in swamplands she is rarely out of her element in the woods. While traveling through unpaved & untrodden forests she is virtually unimpeded by all but the most untraversable of obstacles like a cliff or a lake. She also has little difficulty in basic day-to-day survival such as finding food or shelter. Having avoided civilization for so long has had it's drawbacks such as a minimal understanding of her own race's culture and illiteracy. What she lacks in civil education she possesses in worldly experience and the teachings of a strange mentor.

|Low Profile| (Passive) - Life in Stranglesun Swamp has taught Nettle that going unnoticed is a key component to survival. She has practiced stealth for a long while, learning how to get around while avoiding detection from a variety of methods. Tracking her in the wild would be a great effort for even experienced trackers. She's less familiar with going unseen in cities but her small stature and light frame still help her evade detection when necessary.

|Gift of The Caregiver| (Passive) - The stews that The Caregiver had fed her and her kin possessed strange properties, bestowing upon those who fed upon it long enough physical changes which, though subtle, alter their biology in unusual yet fairly beneficial ways. Within her body a new gland has grown which secretes large amounts of strange milky yellow sap, pumping the goop all throughout her blood stream. This strange yellow sap binds with harmful substances and organisms, breaking them down so her body's immune system can properly identify and dispose of them. This protects her from all varieties of diseases, viruses, poisons and parasites. In addition her eye's lenses have been altered, allowing her to see spirits & ghosts. While she can perceive them when they'd ordinarily be invisible to anyone else everything else that applies for a spirit or ghost still functions normally.

Custom Class Overview: The Witch class is sort of like a druid but with more focus on spirits and curses.

From Oubliette to Oublioth [R.I.P]

Here is another character submission, my swamp witch concept.

Nettle

Name: Nettle.
Age: 12.
Gender: Female.
Race: Human (Changed).

Appearance:

Her skin is pale unto the point of looking almost undead due to just how little sun one sees when living in Stranglesun Swamp. Despite the vaguely deathly looking state of her skin it is without blemish, smooth and clear with nary a fault. Though she always tends to keep her head down and wear a mild-mannered expression her slim face tends to bring out her eyes that possess a deep dark nephrite green colour. Her hair which hangs down to the middle of her back curves with a modest wave and is a rich yet dark moss green colour.

She is a rather thinly built person. Her physique would make a quail seem buff in comparison. She is not as wholly feeble as she appears but she is no physical powerhouse by any means.

For attire she typically dons long dark brown robes, the darker color being ideal for concealing the many stains it has accrued both in the swamp and throughout her crafts. It has a big hood which is handy in rough weather. Her long abundance of hair is mostly tucked into the back though her front bangs hang out the front of the hood, covering her face for the most part when she has her hood up. For footwear she wears big hide boots that look several sizes too large on her feet. They were a gift from one of her fellow orphans, sewn together from the hide of a giant dead rat that was strangled to death by Stranglebriar Vines. Hanging from her shoulder by a hide strap is a large bag crafted from a portion of the stomach of a massive boar. She typically carries a long crook with her wherever she goes, this wooden tool having been treated with a special resin to keep it from decaying.

Height: 120 cm.

Personality.

Having grown up as an orphan in Stranglesun Swamp she was bound to be a strange sort. With thanks to the Caregiver she along with eight others survived in a wild region where close to everything was poisonous and somewhat on the larger scale when compared to species found in tamer wilderness. The Caregiver however was not a being with a terrifying lot in common with more... Common societies. She's been raised with a great knowledge of plants, the swamp and other less tangible presences but in exchange she's learned nearly nothing in regards to civilized society.

What some see as being distant and spaced out others might see as simply being a rather reserved individual. Both would probably be correct to some extent as far as that's concerned. She is quite mild tempered and takes most problems in similar stride. She prefers to think her way through situations rather than power through things. Nettle is not very outspoken either and she tends to remain distant in most matters. This attitude is not out of a fear of confrontation but rather her tendency to get absorbed in her own thoughts, often preferring to dwell on matters that pertain to her pursuits rather than on tangential matters. Some might accuse her of being antisocial but her lack of socialization with others is not out of an aversion to social interaction but rather an unfamiliarity with societal norms.

With having spent pretty close to her whole life in the Stranglesun Swamp she's most at home in the natural world. She's somewhat distrustful of the civilized world given what she's been taught of man by The Caregiver. Even still she's willing to brave any danger should it lead her closer to The Caregiver.

The Caregiver gave her and the fellow orphans care. She will do nearly anything to bring it back.

History:

Abandoned as an infant she was found and taken in by a strange entity known only as the Caregiver. She along with eight other orphans were taken and given shelter from the swamp by this being. For most of the day the Caregiver would be absent leaving the children to their own devices. From time to time throughout the day the Caregiver would descend into their reality where it would brew strange stews or tell it's stories to them. It taught them pretty much everything they knew and it's stews bestowed subtle changes upon them. Whenever one of the orphans was hurt or ailing a taste of the brew would heal them right up in short time, leaving them good as new.

After many years on a diet of such stew they found themselves less susceptible to the hazards of the swamp. The new organs that had grown within them mixed their blood with a strange milky yellow sap-like substance that would eat away any unwelcome poisons and diseases that found their way into their bodies. In addition their irides had developed strange properties which made their sight more sensitive to the presence of the spiritual life surrounding them. Evanescent wisps, drifting shadows and ripples on the fabric of reality before them were all hints to a deeper layer of the world that laid before them.

Each of the orphans learned to survive in the swamps, each taking their own path in adapting to the struggles such life offered. In tree houses and home stumps they dwelt, living off the land and practicing their strange magic.
_
The children might not have had an easy life but thanks to the Caregiver they had made the most of what the land had to offer. In truth the children were quite happy with what they had, strange as they might have been. Just as with any tale however change was in the wind. When the orphans were capable of living on their own the Caregiver ceased to appear within it's hut. They were greatly confused and concerned by this.

After all no more Caregiver meant no more of it's tasty stew and no more of it's bizarre but captivating stories but most depressingly of all it meant there'd be no more of it's words of loving care. It was as much of a mother and father to them as they had ever known and now it was gone, nowhere to be found.

After a period of mourning in their respective ways some of the orphans simply returned to living as they did before, albeit with an air of melancholy stealing the spring from their step. Others, Nettle included, did not take the loss of the Caregiver laying down. Each one of them was determined to find a way to bring the Caregiver back so their family could be whole again. Each one of them went about the challenge in their own way. Nettle's way was to set out into the world and seek her answer beyond the swamp's borders.

-----
Level: 20.
Class: Witch.
Profession: Herbalist.

Stats:
Strength (STR): E.
Vitality (VIT): F.
Dexterity (DEX): C.
Intellect (iNT): S.
Wisdom (WIS): B.
Charisma (CHA): F.

List of immunities:
- Diseases.
- Poisons.
- Parasites.

Equipment:
- A wide variety of herbs for many uses.
- A skin of combustible salamander spit made from it's stomach.
- Magical mushrooms that can cause the one who ingests it to grow large and tall for a time.
- A thin needle-like thorn with a hooked end that's paired with some vine fibers spooled around a wooden rod.
- A blowpipe and twenty wooden blow darts.
- A stone dagger with a sinew-wrapped handle.
- Several wards, charms and dream catchers she's enchanted to ward off malevolent spirits.
- Candles & incense.
- A breathing reed for traveling beneath the water's surface.
- A bladder full of leftover stew from The Caregiver. The stew bestows remarkable healing qualities, even in small doses.
The rest is just basic traveling supplies.

Skills & Spells:

|Lancing Thistle| - When cast a jagged dark purple light jets forth from her fingertips. Upon contacting a solid surface a thistle flower will germinate beneath it's surface. Spurred to grow by the magic that bore it the thistle will erupt forth, tearing through said surface and spreading it's roots into it as though it were soil. The process is excruciatingly painful for living creatures afflicted as it's thorns tear through the skin and it's roots dig a shallow distance beneath it. Worse still is the pain and damage incurred trying to remove the thistle once it's taken root.

|Mark of The Serpent| - With this spell Nettle summons forth a snake spirit. At her command it will envenom it's target before returning to it's home. The venom causes damaging necrosis in the living, killing cells as it courses through the victim's body. This will continue until either the venom runs it's course, the curse is broken or the victim dies.

|Rising Briars| - This spell summons forth Stranglebriar Vines when cast. These tough sinewy vines coated with wicked thorns erupt from the earth, winding about until they settle in a large patch of deadly briars. These plants respond to objects moving through them by lashing about violently until their thorns can find purchase in the intrusion's form. Once it's found purchase on it's victim it's lashing quickly turns to constriction as it's tough fibrous length winds about until it's victim is immobilized in it's thorny grasp. It will continue to squeeze, digging it's thorns in to bleed it's victim dry, until whatever it is remains motionless for a long enough period of time before it relaxes.

|Choking Spores| - Nettle closes her hand upon casting this spell. When she opens it the spell summons forth a cloud of fungal spores which expel outwards from her palm and fill a small area with these airborne fungi. While each spore is as fine as dust when dry they swell up when exposed to moisture and warmth. They are very dangerous to breath for should they enter the throat and lungs they will cling to the interior flesh with their fine, hairlike hyphae which coat their surfaces and expand. They are very difficult to cough out due to this and are prone to close off airways and clog lungs in sufficient numbers.

|Concealing Mists| - This spell conjures a dense white mist which fades into existence, obfuscating a large area within it until the wind eventually disperses it. The more still the air in it's area is the longer the mist remains.

|Prayer Unto Htzhasohs Rains| - This is a ritual taught to her to bring about a miracle from the rain spirit Htzhasohs. When cast the skies will start to darken as grey clouds gather overhead. Over many kilometres a downpour will begin, raining heavily in a great storm which will last for hours. This ritual takes about thirty minutes to cast, complete with chanting and a dance.

|Nature's Tongue| - This spell when cast allows Nettle to bypass the need for physical speech, allowing her to communicate directly to the spirit of any beast or plant in her presence. These wild life forms are not required to heed her words but can choose to do so if they are so inclined.

|Ward vs Spirits| - Nettle is able to make special sigils which are imbued with a magical ward against spirits. These wards protect an area within a reasonably wide diameter, barring entry from any spirit, ghost or other variety of spectral entity which fits such classification. She is able to craft charms featuring these sigils and she can also draw them when necessary. Naturally the wards are only as strong as the caster who made them so spirits stronger than her would still be able to break through.

|Wild Life| (Passive) - Nettle has spent most of her whole life in the wilderness. While she is most at home in swamplands she is rarely out of her element in the woods. While traveling through unpaved & untrodden forests she is virtually unimpeded by all but the most untraversable of obstacles like a cliff or a lake. She also has little difficulty in basic day-to-day survival such as finding food or shelter.

|Low Profile| (Passive) - Life in Stranglesun Swamp has taught Nettle that going unnoticed is a key component to survival. She has practiced stealth for a long while, learning how to get around while avoiding detection from a variety of methods. Tracking her in the wild would be a great effort for even experienced trackers. She's less familiar with going unseen in cities but her small stature and light frame still help her evade detection when necessary.

|Gift of The Caregiver| (Passive) - The stews that The Caregiver had fed her and her kin possessed strange properties, bestowing upon those who fed upon it long enough physical changes which, though subtle, alter their biology in unusual yet fairly beneficial ways. Within her body a new gland has grown which secretes large amounts of strange milky yellow sap, pumping the goop all throughout her blood stream. This strange yellow sap binds with harmful substances and organisms, breaking them down so her body's immune system can properly identify and dispose of them. This protects her from all varieties of diseases, viruses, poisons and parasites. In addition her eye's lenses have been altered, allowing her to see spirits & ghosts. While she can perceive them when they'd ordinarily be invisible to anyone else everything else that applies for a spirit or ghost still functions normally.

Custom Class Overview: The Witch class is sort of like a druid but with more focus on spirits and curses.

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@Xaltwind - Excellent. I think I'll start with my swamp witch concept since I've got the most content set up for her already. It's just a matter of fitting it into the format and I'll have her posted soon.

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@Xaltwind - Alright. Here are some ideas for characters I can write up.

My first idea is another concept I've dabbled with. She's a young witch who was raised in a deadly swamp by a strange otherworldly being known only as "The Care Giver". One day it simply was gone, prompting her to set out from her swamp on a quest to find The Care Giver. As far as powers are concerned she'd be similar to a druid of sorts, mainly dabbling in plant and poison magic with a side focus on spirits.

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My second idea is a young man that is a golemancer, someone who practices the arcane art of constructing golems. Originally he got into the craft after inheriting his father's workshop but due to the laws of the city he was in he was forbidden from making golems unless he was a member of the Chess Guild, a guild of golemancers who build entire armies of golems to take part in their "Chess Games", wars conducted between several high ranking members against one another in an never-ending effort to rise above one another in the hierarchy. This man would have the misfortune of being conscripted to the White Queen's forces as a pawn. The White Queen is a ruthless psychopath who is cold and calculating with a seething hatred for all things but herself. The young man is forced to build and operate pawn golems for her army, his caste being seen as essentially disposable labor. On the day of a major battle the fear of getting killed in battle combined with the crushing knowledge that nobody would even bat an eye if he were crushed or disintegrated by the magical volleys lead to him taking his pawn golem and sneaking it away from the battle while everyone else was busy. Now he's on the run as his immediate superiors are furious at his desertion.

His main focus would be his golem, his magic mostly consisting of spells to help maintain his golem. The golem itself would start off as a simple affair, a large blocky stone dude who's main form of damage is smashing things with stone fists. With the right tools and materials the golemancer would be able to construct new attachments and addons to his golem to make it better & more versatile. While the golem would be powerful it would require the golemancer in order to function as without a rechargeable feed of power it's own supply of arcane power would dwindle until it eventually shut down.

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My third idea is a short elf guy from a tribe of elves that have lived trapped within the mountains in a series of caverns for many generations, never seeing the light of day. This guy was training under the head alchemist to be their new head alchemist, the one who leads their ritual where they paint the walls of their home cavern with a special paint that wards away a massive worm. On the day of the ritual however, the first time this guy would be performing it no less, giant bats suddenly fly up at them, eating several elves and knocking this guy way down into a river below. He gets dragged below the water by the currents and passes out only to be washed out into the sea. After drifting ashore he eventually comes to, awakening to find himself surprisingly alive and somewhere completely foreign to him. From there he sets out to explore the world, his aim to study the night sky so that he might one day be able to join with it.

As his people lived in caves his chosen vocation of magic is shadowmancy, the manipulation and control of shadows. His spells would involve conjuring shadowy hands from people's shadows, hands as thin as paper but as tough as hardened leather yet no less flexible for it. He would also practice alchemy, brewing up useful potions, salves, paints and poisons to use.

I think the only difficulty for this concept would be the fact he'd be relatively nocturnal, mostly napping throughout the day and staying up at night. This is due to the fact that his race of elves lived in nearly total darkness for generations so his eyes are very sensitive to light. He'd be able to see in almost total darkness but any bright lights would be blinding to him. Much like himself his magic would naturally be weakened by strong light sources and light magic.

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My fourth idea is a relatively normal young man who's entire life is changed forever when a strange old man wandered into town. This old man paid a couple silver coins to the young fellow for him to watch over his wagon, warning that if the strange box goes missing there would be "Dire consequences". As the old man meandered into the nearby tavern to stuff his maw with pies the young fellow watches over the wagon until he's distracted by a beautiful young woman. She seduces the young man, luring him away for some fun. When the young man finally comes to however the beautiful young woman is no longer with him and he realizes he completely forgot to watch the wagon. When he returned the old man, furious at the young man, cursed him to die a thousand deaths. At that moment a lightning bolt hit the young fellow, killing him instantly. Three days later the young man rose from the earth, naked and alone. Such was the first of his one thousand deaths. Now he travels the lands in search of a way to break his curse.

This guy will be relatively normal with fairly low stats and unremarkable skills. His main feature is that when he dies he will rise from the earth three days later at a location chosen by fate's whims. While it is a powerful feature for sure he is quite limited in many other fields, possessing no magical talent and being relatively weak with no effective combat skills to start. Also anytime he dies his equipment remains on his dead body, he takes nothing with him to his next emergence point.

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I've got more ideas but I think these should be the most fitting. Do let me know your thoughts and if any of them are any good I'll get a sheet started for 'em.

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So, I see two main issues we have with this character. The Chaos Surge table and the karma system.

What I'm thinking would be easiest to do would be to eschew the table entirely and just bake variable effects into each spell in a manner similar to Fortune's Transit. While I can understand that this is a collaborative story and not a tabletop game the core concept behind this character does require that element of chance which best befit dice rolls. I feel it would be simply cheesy and dare I say unfair to make a character who's spells effectiveness are decided by chance only to simply have a party dictate the results as, regardless of how fair the adjudicator wishes to be, the results would ultimately be biased. In addition much like in any MMO RNG is a very real element, with elements like dodge percentages and crit rates dictated by the engine that runs it. While this world functions as though real it was still modeled after an MMO if I understand correctly.

In my case my idea was to write up a class that specifically leaned into that particular element, leaving more up to chance in exchange for greater flexibility in the spells cast. The idea would be a class that would encourage taking risks in exchange for banking karma, rewarding the caster for saving their karma by granting them a greater degree of control over a single spell the longer they stockpile it. In essence by indulging chaos Mercurio would be afforded more control when he needs it most. I do agree though that karma shouldn't necessarily offer more power specifically and I'd not include spells that would just result in flatly increasing it's own power through expenditure of karma.

As for the karma system itself what I could do is just implement a soft cap that allows him to bank karma up to a certain amount and past that maximum he'll continue being able to gather more karma but each point stored would expire roughly an hour or so after it was obtained. That way while in the short term he could gather a reasonably high karma amount in the long term he would be limited to his cap, preventing him from obtaining an obscenely high amount of karma and not having to worry about random chance ever again in his magic.

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As for why he'd be involved with the group it's hard to say. The story is ever shifting and I do not have the freedom to weave his destiny to specifically entwine with the group's own. That would be something for the gm and I to discuss for they have much more of a say in that than I. I can say that I'd probably characterize Mercurio as less like a Cicero-esque figure and more like that one merchant from The Undead Burgh in Dark Souls. A bit unusual, maybe even a little suspect but still reasonable enough to do business with.

As I've mentioned though if he is deemed ill-fitted I do have other ideas I can put forward. I'd want to put forward the summary of each idea first though to make sure they are acceptable and see which would be preferred.

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@Xaltwind Funny that, given how most of his list is largely taken from the D&D 5E wild magic list with some options being taken from the D&D 2E wild magic list.

As for being auto-hits these effects only really trigger when the spell itself hits it's target with the only one sans a hit requisite being Chaos Mend and Chaotic Contamination. In a way they function sort of like curses, imposing an effect upon their victim when cast. While certain affects add on in less direct ways like the pit appearing under the target other things would basically fall under the category of magical curses and would face the same restrictions. I could always just eschew the spells that lack a hit requisite however if that is of concern.

As for why he'd follow a group like so he is not one without reason. Though he sometimes comes off as a bit unstable he is oft a pragmatist given his run of poor luck, especially with the number of times he gets caught and sold into slavery only for other misfortunes to pull themselves upon him. He is however first and foremost a scholar. His main interest is the study of the universe and it's inner machinations. No doubt the rumors of the great shard of sky crashing down would of been of great interest to him. Serafeye, a being from another world essentially, would no doubt raise many questions and prompt the need for further study and investigation into her origins.

As for his karma system while it may seem a bit vague the basic idea is that any instance that would be to his physical detriment, loss of property or otherwise placing him in a situation where either of these two things would be very likely would count to his karmic total. As for how many points he'd net from any given situation the cap is one point, regardless of the gravity of the situation. While a fly landing in his pie would be a minor nuisance and hence not worth enough karma to concentrate into a point things like getting caught in quicksand or getting an enemy that charges at him before anyone else would be worth one point, max. Also, if several things happen to him in a short enough duration it's sum product would still just be one point, not several.

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Nonetheless if you should still find him of ill fit to this rp I can always change his class over or, should him as even a concept be unwanted, provide a different character altogether.

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In his case it's nice to have just in case he rolls one of his stickier effects and needs to fix the mess it makes.

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Mercurio (Under Construction)

Name: Mercurio Gewgaw.
Age: 34.
Gender: Male.
Race: Human.

Appearance:

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Height: 4'8".
Eye Color: Black.
Hair Color: Black.

Personality:He's a wanderer, a gambler and a merchant, yes. At heart however he is a scholar and the whims of the universe are his chosen vocation. From ancient texts and old legends of fellow nomads he has begun down the path of mastering the invisible pendulum that swings for all.

He is eccentric to say the least. After all, few who are sane would willingly give up their good fortunes, even in exchange for the power to manipulate an untamed field of magic. He would not let himself be daunted by the same forces that would give seasoned magicians pause. He is unfettered by the shackles of security or shelter and has cast himself bare before the whims of the universe.

In conversation he is no less strange. He often talks and laughs to himself, even when nobody is around sometimes. He enjoys good company now and then since his road is often a lonely one, only occasionally crossing paths with fellow travelers and wanderers alike. If there's one thing he likes more than the constantly shifting ebb and flow of chaos magic it's seeing something new. If he were forced to stay anywhere he would swear his blood would turn to rust within his very veins.

Of course being free from the confines of civilization more often than not means that he's more than familiar with the rough side of the road. Between the many hardships he's fell upon he's no stranger to a fight. Of course it wouldn't be like him to simply want for victory. Any battle won aught to be won with as much chaos as possible in his mind and he'll shake up the odds whenever possible, even when they're in his favor.

History: Your character's background. Where they from, what their childhood was like, what they did growing up and how they ended up where they are now. Write a little something to let us know these things.

When he was just a child he was raised by his family, a pack of roaming nomads that traveled the northern woodlands of his homeland following after the migrating elk herds. He was raised to take over his father's role as the tribe's sage, his mind filled with tales and legends of old passed down from generation to generation. He took very well to his teachings, eager to someday perhaps visit these sites of legend and discover for himself what secrets remained from the days of old.

His days of carefree learning and youthful innocence were cut short however as brutal slavers attacked, cutting down their guardians and capturing all who survived. They were rounded up and taken to their caravan where they were forced to travel the harsh cold lands in little more than rags. The infirm succumbed to the callous treatment from their harsh captors while the others were worn down both in body and spirit. As the caravan passed many a rival nomad pack or group of travelers one by one his family were sold off until only he remained. A skinny, crazy looking young thing like him attracted very little attention, less attention than even the older and more decrepit of his tribe.

He grew more and more nervous as the remaining stock were whittled down to just him. With very slim promise of his purchase there was talk from the slavers of simply offing him to cut their losses in food. His last hope lied in the hands of a noble who had shown up along with his retinue in search of more servants to purchase. While Mercurio tried his hardest to impress the visiting lord he was none too interested in what he had to offer. At least, in a bout of improvisation Mercurio attempted to strike up some conversation regarding a book he noticed in one of the accompanying servant's satchel.

The lord became interested as the ability to read was not commonly found amongst the lower class who could not afford such education. Mercurio regaled the older man with what he had learned from his father's teachings, impressing the man with the breadth of knowledge at his disposal. With that the lord purchased Mercurio and returned with him in tow to their castle.

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Mercurio was made a tutor for the lord's third daughter. As was tradition any child of theirs who wasn't the direct male heir to their lands would be sent to study magic should any one of them demonstrate a capacity for magic as their family line had a strong reputation of turning out noteworthy magi. He wanted her to be well read and knowledgeable before sending her off so she would outperform the others in her grade in order to establish their family as better than the rest in that field.

(WIP)

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Level: 18.
Class: Fortunomancer.
Profession: Miscellanea "Merchant".

Stats:
Strength (STR): E.
Vitality (VIT): D.
Dexterity (DEX): D.
Intellect (iNT): S.
Wisdom (WIS): D.
Charisma (CHA): C.

Equipment:
Outside of his well worn garb & thoroughly built upon wandering kit he carries all sorts of bad luck charms upon him. Broken mirror pieces, tails of black cats and unbalanced salt shakers adorn him all over. They don't strictly improve his magic but they are a standard of the Fortunomancer's kit. He carries an old rusty sword on him for self defense.

There are only two real noteworthy items of his. A lucky pair of dice which act as foci for his magic and a set of old tarot cards. They might not do anything but they are fairly old.

Resistances:
Chaos Damage.

Skills & Spells:

Spells

[Chaos Magic] Chaos Surge (Passive): The defining feature of all chaos magic lies in it's inherent randomness. When this effect comes into play his magic is influenced by one of a variety of unique effects. An effect is chosen by a roll of a d100 from the Chaos Surge Table. There is a chance for a Chaos Surge to happen whenever he uses any variety of magic since his essence has been warped by chaos but it can also be triggered by specific spells or effects as well.

Chaos Surge Table

01: Wall of Force appears in front of caster (Duration: 30 minutes or dispelled with Dispel Magic).
02: Caster smells like a skunk for three turns.
03: Caster shoots forth eight non-poisonous snakes from fingertips. Snakes do not attack.
04: Caster's clothes itch badly.
05: Caster glows as per a Light spell.
06: Spell effect has a 60 ft. radius centered on caster.
07: Next phrase spoken by caster is believed to be true by all who hear it (Duration: 1 minute).
08: Caster's hair grows one foot in length.
09: Caster suddenly turns 180 degrees.
10: Caster's face is blackened by a small explosion.
11: Caster develops allergy to his magical items. Character cannot control sneezing until all magical items are removed. Allergy lasts 1d6 turns.
12: Caster enlarges for 1d3 turns.
13: Caster shrinks for 1d3 turns.
14: Caster falls madly in love with target until dispelled with Dispel Magic/Remove Curse.
15: Spell cannot be cancelled and must run through it's full duration.
16: Caster polymorphs randomly (Duration: 10 minutes).
17: Colorful bubbles come out of caster's mouth instead of words. Words are released when bubbles pop. Spells with verbal components cannot be cast for 1 turn.
18: Babble affects all within 60 ft. of caster rendering verbal communication impossible (Duration: 1d10 turns).
19: Wall of Fire encircles caster.
20: Caster's feet enlarge, reducing movement to half it's normal rate.
21: Caster suffers same spell effect as target.
22: Caster levitates 20 ft. for 1d4 turns.
23: Cause fear with 60 ft. radius centered on caster. All within the radius except the caster must make a saving throw against it or be frightened of the caster for 1d4 turns.
24: Caster speaks in a sqeaky voice for 1d6 days.
25: Caster can see through solid objects for 1d6 turns.
26: Roll a d10. Caster's age changes by that many years. If the roll is odd they grow older by that amount and if it is even they grow younger by that amount.
27: Silence in a 15 ft. radius centered on the caster.
28: 10 ft. by 10 ft. pit appears immediately in front of the caster. It is 2 ft. deep per level of the caster.
29: Reverse gravity beneath caster's feet for 1d3 turns.
30: Colored streamers pour from the caster's fingertips
31: Spell rebounds on the caster.
32: Caster becomes invisible (Duration: 1 minute.)
33: Color Spray from caster's fingertips.
34: A stream of butterflies pours from the caster's mouth.
35: Caster leaves monster-shaped footprints instead of his own until dispelled with Dispel Magic/Remove Curse.
36: Between 2 to 20 gems shoot from caster's fingertips. Each gem is 1d6 x 10 gold in value.
37: Music fills the air.
38: Creates food and water.
39: All normal fires within 60 ft. of the caster are extinguished.
40: Fires a bolt of energy at one magical item within 30 ft. of caster (randomly chosen) which, if it hits, breaks the magical item rendering it nonfunctional until repaired.
41: One normal item within 30 ft. of caster (randomly chosen) becomes permanently magical.
42: All magical weapons within 30 ft. of caster are increased by +2 for 1d3 turns.
43: Smoke trickles from the ears of all creatures within 60 ft. of caster for 1 turn.
44: Dancing lights appear.
45: All creatures within 30 ft. of caster begin to hiccup.
46: All normal doors, secret doors, portcullises, etc. (including those locked or barred) within 60 ft. of caster swing open.
47: Caster and target exchange places.
48: Spell affects random target within 60 ft. of the caster.
49: Spell fails but the mana and karma cost is refunded.
50: Summons a random monster under the caster's control for 1d10 rounds.
51: There is a sudden change in weather (temperature rise, snow, rain, etc).
52: A deafening bang affects everyone within 60 ft. of the target. All those who hear must make a saving throw or be stunned for 1d3 turns.
53: Caster and target exchange voices until dispelled with a Dispel Magic/Remove Curse.
54: Gate opens to a randomly chosen outer plane; 50% chance for an extra-planar creature to appear.
55: Spell creates an irritating shriek for 1d4 turns.
56: Spell effectiveness (range, duration, area of effect, damage, etc.) decreases by 50%.
57: Spell is inverted, if inverse is possible.
58: Spell takes physical form of free-willed elemental and cannot be controlled by caster. Elemental remains for duration of spell. Touch of the elemental causes spell effect.
59: All weapons within 60 ft of the caster glow for 1d8 turns.
60: Spell bypasses any resulting saving through and/or resistance.
61: Spell appears to fail when cast, but occurs 1-4 turns later.
62: All magical items within 60 ft. of caster glow for 2d8 days.
63: Caster and target switch personalities for 2d10 turns.
64: Casts a Slow spell centered on target, reducing the speed of all enemies within 60 ft. of target by 50%.
65: Target and Caster's total remaining health percentage is swapped.
66: Lightning bolt shoots toward target.
67: Target is enlarged for 1d3 turns.
68: Casts a Darkness spell centered on target, shrouding the area within 60 ft. of target in magical darkness.
69: Plants around target grow rapidly.
70: Up to 1,000 lbs. of non-living matter within 10 ft. of target vanishes.
71: Casts a Fireball centered on the target.
72: Target turns to stone for 2d6 turns.
73: Spell is cast; All mana/karma used in spell is refunded.
74: Everyone within 10 ft. of the caster are healed for a portion of their health.
75: Target becomes dizzy for 2d4 turns.
76: Wall of Fire encircles target.
77: Target levitates 20 ft. for 1d3 turns.
78: Target suffers from blindness for 2d6 turns.
79: Target is charmed as per the Charm Monster spell.
80: Target forgets the last ten minutes.
81: Target's feet enlarge, reducing movement to half it's normal rate.
82: A rust monster appears in front of the target.
83: Target polymorphs randomly (Duration: 10 minutes).
84: Target falls madly in love with caster until dispelled with Dispel Magic/Remove Curse.
85: Target changes gender until dispelled with Dispel Magic/Remove Curse.
86: Small, black rain cloud forms over target.
87: Creates a stinking cloud centered on target.
88: Heavy object (boulder, anvil, safe, etc.) appears a few feet over target and falls.
89: Target begins sneezing. No spells can be cast until fit passes (Duration: 1d6 turns).
90: Spell effect has 60 ft. radius centered on target. All within radius suffer the effect.
91: Target's clothes itch badly.
92: Target's race randomly changes (Duration: 6 days).
93: Target turns ethereal for 2d4 turns.
94: Target moves at double their normal speed for 1d6 minutes.
95: All cloth on the target crumbles to dust. Magical items of cloth get a save based on their enchanter's level. Non-magical cloth get none.
96: Target sprouts leaves. No damage is caused by this and it can be pruned without harm.
97: Target sprouts a new useless appendage (wings, arm, ear, etc.) which remains until dispelled with Dispel Magic/Remove Curse.
98: Target changes color. Can be removed with Dispel Magic.
99: Spell has a minimum duration of 1 turn (i.e., a fireball creates a ball of flame that remains for 1 turn, a lighting bolt bounces and continues, possibly rebounding for 1 turn, etc).
100: Spell effectiveness (range, duration, area of effect, damage, etc.) increases by 200%.

[Chaos Magic] Chaos Bolt (Active): Fires a light bolt of chaos energy at the target, flying forth in a straight line at the speed of an arrow. Costs nearly no mana but triggers a Chaos Surge automatically upon casting.

[Chaos Magic] Chaos Bomb (Active): Creates a magical sphere of swirling chaos energy roughly the size of a melon in his palm. Has to be thrown manually so it's range isn't too great in his hands but it deals a decent amount of damage in a ten foot radius, exploding upon impact with the first solid surface it hits. It's mana cost is quite low for a spell of it's power but it automatically triggers a Chaos Surge when it explodes. For purposes of the Chaos Surge each living creature hit by the explosion counts as the designated target. Should the spell hit no living beings the target then becomes any inanimate objects hit by the explosion. Should nothing be hit by the explosion the target becomes the caster himself.

[Chaos Magic] Chaos Mend (Active): A decent healing spell that can patch up cuts and mend broken bones. Very cheap on mana but automatically triggers a Chaos Surge upon casting.

[Fortunomancy] Karma (Passive): The true essence of luck, concentrated and quantified by those who walk the path of the Fortunomancer. While Karma is no exact science the basic principle is that every action weighs upon one's karmic balance, skewing it towards either fortune or misfortune. As the universe craves balance and symmetry in all things fortune will act upon each person, giving or taking luck and restoring the balance. Fortunomancers are those who have discovered practices which allow them to essentially jump up and down on the scales of fortune, affording them a limited degree of control over the more random facets of life.

Mercurio's brand of Fortunomancy is predicated on suffering misfortunes in order to generate positive karma. He then takes the karma and magically stores it away, preventing it from granting him whatever boon it had in store so that he might use it to influence his luck at a time of his choosing. While lesser uses of karma involve influencing the outcome in a game of dice, altering the weather patterns or guessing the correct route in a maze the most powerful uses of karma are in spells. Most Fortunomancy spells require a certain amount of karma to cast and it can be used to change the outcome of a Chaos Surge by either +1 or -1 per point of karma spent. Karma has to be spent immediately prior to the outcome of a Chaos Surge however since once the die is cast his fate is no longer in fortune's hands.

[Fortunomancy] Chaotic Contamination (Active): By pointing at a magic user and casting this spell he can cause the next spell the target casts to trigger a Chaos Surge for the caster. Costs some mana but only a few karma points since the results could go any which way.

[Fortunomancy] Fortune's Transit (Active): This spell teleports the caster to a random unoccupied location within sixty feet of said caster. This spell will not teleport the caster inside solid matter or more than ten feet above a solid surface but outside of that the location the caster appears is completely random unless the caster spends a few extra karma points to help affirm a more definite destination. This spell costs less mana than a normal teleport spell but also costs some karma points as well. The extra karma cost for a more certain teleport must be spent before the caster is finished casting the spell.

[Fortunomancy] Karmic Retribution (Active): Upon casting this spell provides it's caster an invisible protection. Should an attacker harm the caster there is a fifty percent chance that the harm that was done to the caster will happen to the attacker instead. This spell has six charges, a single instance of damage consumes one charge. A charge is not consumed if the fifty percent chance errs in favor of the attacker and lets the attack harm the caster. Damage over time effects only incur a fifty percent chance roll upon application, each instance of damage after the initial application going through regularly after that unless the damage over time effect was turned against the attacker. Spells that target the caster with damage or negative effects trigger Karmic Retribution and may redirect the spell effects onto the mage attacking the caster. The exception to this is if the spell's damage source is a summon or any other sort of magical servant in which case the attack is redirected at said summon. Traps only incur the effect of Karmic Retribution if said trap was set for twenty four hours or longer, the damage done by said trap occurring to the one who set the trap. If the trap was set for longer than twenty four hours then the damage simply goes through as normal.

This spell costs some mana and several karma points.

[Arcane Magic] Dispel Magic (Active): This spell ends active magical effects on a single target or cancels an ongoing spell directly. All spells active on a target get a save based on the level of the one who cast them. Spells that make their save remain while those that fail are cancelled. Magical items that fail their save are suppressed for two minutes, rendered functionally mundane until the suppression timer on their magic reaches it's end. Costs a modest sum of mana.

[Skill] Skulduggery (Passive): Being a slave has taught him many lessons. One of those lessons was that playing fair didn't get you far in life, especially when everyone around him held more power over him than he did. He's done more than his fair share of lying, cheating, sneaking and lock-picking along his many travels giving him some decent knowledge in those fields.

[Skill] Dancer's Deftness (Passive): His tribe incorporated a lot of dancing into their rituals making it a common aspect of their lives. Having done a great amount of it himself he has developed a dancer's sense of balance and poise. He is both nimble and dextrous despite his often haggard appearance.

[Skill] Wayward Fiddler (Passive): An interesting detail that often goes unseen is that he is fairly skilled with the fiddle. Admittedly he hasn't gotten the chance to pick one up ever since the day he was captured by slavers so he might be a bit rusty to start but he's had a fair amount of practice before all that.

Custom Class Overview: The Fortunomancer is similar to a Chaos/Wild Sorcerer however they manage a secondary resource pool known as "Karma". By manipulating luck itself they can harness the positive karma that is born within them anytime they encounter misfortune. With karma they are able to seize control of fate and manipulate the outcomes of purely random forces such as luck or the ever shifting nature of chaos magic.

It would appear when I stated that the character was already made I neglected to check to see if that was wholly true. While most of him is finished I still need to finish his history. I should have that done by tomorrow or so, not much later I can assure.

As for the whole random rolling mechanic I can swear on my honor that I will definitely be legitimately rolling each outcome, only swaying the results by the number of karma spent to move the value of the outcome. After all, why introduce a character with a fun random dice element only to cheat myself of the mystery and surprise of letting the dice take the wheel?