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    1. Invisible Man 9 yrs ago

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@Pripovednik

Thanks! I did actually tried to find the charecter creation sheet inside of the Player Handbook, but couldn't find it, but this works just as well! Also, I think I'll be creating a Halfing Sorcerer, don't expect him to be all too serious, if that is fine with the DM.
@Invisible Man Welcome on board :D


Yay! So, how does this work anyway? Am I supposed to print out my own character sheet in real life and use that in the RP? Or, are you gonna post out some sort of online sheet to fill in? This is the first time I've been inside of a Tabletop Roleplay section.
Oh, I guess I would like to join as well! I have very little experience with these kinds of tabletop games, but I've always wanted to do some of these things. So, combined with my natural curiosity and literally having no friends to play D&D with, this is my best option!
Magni - Crocus Forest


Magni stormed further into the forest, he was confused at what he had just experienced, and he gets irritated when he doesn't understand a situation at hand. So, he unleashed his pent up anger and frustration to the only things around him, the poor trees. The Antimage slashed at every tree that was in his path, creating deep gashes within the wood, few more strikes would make the tree fall quite easily. Magni continued to do this, he continued until he felt somewhat calm, so that was after 30-50 trees. He planted his warglavies into the ground, and sat on the forest floor once again, deja vu. The Antimage started to control his breath, it was at least one thing that he could control. After that fiasco, he wondered if Frenzy Plant would allow him to continue to stay inside, almost murdering someone in the guild had to mean something to the soldiers. Magni sighed as he laid his head down onto ground.

He just needed to clear his head from all this nonsense, he managed to slip back into his old routine so quickly, because it felt so natural to him to just... be alone and murder. Ugh, he needs to find a hobby fast. The Antimage placed his hands onto the mask's eye-sockets, he was getting a headache from all of this thinking, and to be honest, the mind games played inside of his head just felt so out of place. So, he just sighed again. Magni looked around, and it seemed that he was alone for the moment, he couldn't detect anything in his vicinity. Checking again once more, he was slightly pleased to be alone once more, that means he can finally take off this mask.

Magni glanced around the treeline once more, for some reason, he just couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him, but that was most likely his constant paranoia that he felt whenever he felt alone. The Antimage took hold of his mask, and took a large breath of air, taking this thing off completely was actually quite painful. He slowly started to raise the metal thing showing the bottom-half of his face, a slight twinge of pain coursing through his eyes. He exhaled for the painful part, and suddenly yanked the thing off, making him wince in pain as it was basically a shock to the brain whenever he took off the death trap. The Antimage blinked a few times, it was strange seeing things without something feeling compressed on his face. And, his face was actually fairly normal. Obviously, the tattoos from his body seemed to also stem off towards his face, and he was a fairly handsome looking person from first glance, however, there was something that would gather the attention of any person that would cross his path, the entire reason that he could see so well. He blinked once more, the stone wiping against the inside of his eyelids.

Eve - Crocus Antique Shop


Eve was excited, it seemed that being direct was much easier than subtly trying to get attention, she wondered why she didn't do that in the first place! Just as fancy girl was about to respond to Eve, Nero had suddenly arrived to join into the starting conversation. However, it didn't seem like it lasted long as the fancy girl strayed away from the two. Again, she didn't really know how to feel, as sadness was void from her body, but she was happy that Nero was with her! And he seemed to be more smug than usual, that was impressive.

It didn't take long for Nero to explain why he was so smug, he did like to talk, that was for sure. Her gaze soon focused upon the little object that Nero held in his hand, it looked like it was supposed to be hanging from someone's key-chain. However, the bones seemed to garner her attention further, she still had some necromancer tendencies within her. Learning about how Nero achieved the little speaker did seem to lessen its appeal, Eve glanced over to the person that he had taken it from, the old lady, but she actually looked healthier? Dang, Nero can do some insane stuff. Eve's gaze soon focused on the trinket once again, well, she guessed if he got it with someones permission rather than stealing it, couldn't be that bad... Right? She smiled at Nero, she couldn't trust Nero with the face he was making. The Necromancer nodded towards Nero, and lifted her chin trying to expose her throat to the Genie.
Drazig's sense of enchantment soon started to fade away as the situation surrounding this group was just getting confusing for the ogre. Everyone was just yelling at each other, most of them directed towards him, and people had their weapons out with the same situation about the screaming. It took Drazig only a few moments before the cogs in his brain started to churn out another idea, which was quite amazing as Dorat was usually the one who would do that! However, this was not the time to be thinking to himself, Drazig needed to tell everyone that he was just a friendly two headed monster! The Ogre soon tried to make his speech, the speech that would save him the trouble of fighting these adventures. "Uh... I'm not a monster... Well, I'm a monster, but I'm not a bad monster... Right?" Drazig, questioning his own logic.

"Yes! Yes! We are good samaritans!" Dorat spoke as Drazig continued to be confused, "We mean you no harm, we were just attracted by the screams, and we wanted to help like the good adventures we are, that is all."

"Yeah! We good! We good! Now who went poof?"

"Drazig... Please, let me do the talking in these situations." Dorat looked at the group surrounding him, most of the people seemed anxious to attack him, a reasonable response to a monster of their size. However, there seemed to be someone who at least tried to reason with the two instead of coldly looking at him like some people in the group. The Ogre Mage cleared his throat, and looked to the person that called themselves Fiora. "Yes, hello. Let us drop our weapons, no need for attack one another, we are good guys like we had stated earlier," Dorat glanced at the group again, they weren't attacking yet, that was good, "I am Dorat, an Ogre Mage while my partner here is Drazig, an Ogre. We mean you no harm, we would like to be chummy with everyone here, is that alright? Can we get back to the main situation at hand?"

"We good guys." Drazig restated.
Valin - Midnight Squad Warehouse


Valin made his way to the cardboard box, the thought of causing chaos was something that warmed his heart, confusion was just something that he excelled at doing! He lightly placed the tip of his shoe onto the edge of the box, and bent forward to grab one of the mask. He pulled out a reinforced clown mask, and he chuckled at the sight of the intimidating thing. "This will mask, this will do." Valin strapped it onto his face, this is actually a pretty well made mask, he might keep it after this heist, he could use some more clown mask.

His attention soon turned towards the boy named Amber. Again, Valin didn't think much of the kid, it was just another person trying to hide themselves when they should be doing the opposite, youth is always the time to express one self. Guess Amber didn't really get it, but, Valin will learn his secrets and spread them to the world, then he can't hide anything anymore! Valin snickered under his mask as Amber asked the question if Violet would go on a date with her. He knew it was a long shot, but it was still funny seeing people flail around. True, Valin did hit on her, but that was more to get a response. And low and behold, he was shot down.

Valin backed away from the cardboard box as Violet got near, raising his hands in the air like he was just about to be arrested. After she left, the grimy boy looked at Amber with a grin under his mask. He made a pistol with his fingers, and then fired it adding a sound effect into the taunt, "Call me on the radio when you need me to start, lover boy."

Valin exited the warehouse, finally obtaining some fresh air compared to the burnt air inside of the stuffy building. He pulled off his mask, shoving into his backpack for later use and started to make his way to the hospital area to start some disorder in the streets.
Hooray for misunderstanding! I hope something interesting comes out of Drazig's brash introduction!
Drazig was by himself, an eerie squeaking noise filled the air and the darkness enveloped him making escape impossible in the shroud of shadows. The Ogre was scared, and he was all alone in the scary darkness. Suddenly, he felt cold. He jerked at the sudden feeling, did a ghost just pass through him? Is he being frozen alive at this very moment!? What was happening! He tried to get up, but his body didn't allow it, is he being possessed right now!? Drazig moved his head around to find the thing that was keeping him locked in place, and his sight soon stopped at his belly. Something wasn't right... Where is his blanket!? "Drazig! Stop moving, I'm trying to sleep," grumbled Dorat.

"Oh, sorry." Drazig responded with a blank face. He stayed in that pose for several seconds, his brain trying to figure out something, but he just couldn't tell. Oh, he wasn't all alone, he had Dorat. Double 'oh'! He could see in the dark, the shadows can't hurt him. Triple 'oh'! The eeire squeaking was coming from the wagon they are currently traveling inside. Qua... Quin... Four 'oh'! He felt cold, because Dorat took his side of the blanket... Wait, Dorat just took his side of the blanket... HEY! Drazig came to the most important realization that his partner had just taken his side of the blanket, and punched his own arm.

"Ow! What'd you do that for!" Dorat awoken, slightly angry that he could go to sleep and that he had just gotten punched by his other half.

"Give me back my blanket!" Drazig punched his own arm again, pissing off Dorat even further.

"Your half of the body is fatter! You give off more body heat than my side!" Dorat explained, trying to bullshit Drazig so he could stay extra toasty in the wagon. And, it seemed to work. Until Drazig's face turned from confusion to anger once again.

"I don't know what that means!" Drazig was just about to punch his own body's arm once again, but suddenly, a distant scream was heard in the distance, stopping the angered ogre. Dorat had heard it too, and looked to his partner. "Hey, Drazig. Want to go save somebody?" The anger from Drazig's face was gone, and it was replaced with joy.

"Yeah! Lets go save someone! I can be friends with them too!" The entire body soon moved as one, both halves working in perfect sync. They jumped off the wagon, the dying wood finally getting its rest from the enormous weight of the two. The wagon driver soon stopped the horse, and he looked back at the two.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Off to go adventuring!" Drazig bellowed out. Dorat's half soon pulled out a sack of coins, and threw them to the wagon driver. It was the pay that they were supposed to give them for the full ride to the next town. The wagon driver smiled at the two.

"Good luck on your adventure! Even in night you guys are still doing good." The wagon started to move again, the horse was also glad that the extra seven hundred pounds were gone. Drazig and Dorat looked at each other, they both nodded and started to move to the scream.

The Ogre's eyesight was impeccable in the darkness, you could even say they see better without light! The two were walking briskly towards the scene of the crime, however, with their size, it was more like running to an average human. The trees were also fairly annoying for the pair, they may have been moving this body for the past sixty years, but it still fairly hard to maneuver this large body through slim openings given by the forest. Branches and leaves soon started to stick to their armor, the sharp wood not able to penetrate through the ogre's thick skin. Soon, their eyes spotted something. A large group of adventures were gathered around one spot, that had to be the crime scene! Drazig increased their speed, the loud thumping sound was getting louder to the group ahead, and the darkness wasn't really helping the stranger's imaginations. Dorat, just now, realized the implications of an Ogre running into a group randomly out of nowhere, but it was too late to stop Drazig.

The Ogre jumped into the clearing, leaves and twigs scattered across the clearing. He was clearly excited, and the ten foot monster soon bellowed out to the group, not able to control the volume of his voice.

"WHO WENT POOF!?" Dorat, at the moment, had frozen up by the sheer stupidity that Drazig had just done, and not able to explain that they were good, instead of a two headed monster wanting to murder the entire group.
Name: Dorat and Drazig

Age: 65

Alignment: Chaotic Good

Race: Ogre/Ogre Mage

Class: Barbarian/Sorcerer

Appearance/Clothing: The most defining feature of Dorat and Drazig is their multi-headed body, the two heads placed onto one body makes armor fairly difficult to make for the pair. The next thing you would recognize, is their towering height of 10 feet with their 700 pound body makes it easy for the two to be the biggest in the room. Like any Ogre, their frame is huge, resulting in fatty parts around their body, but underneath the fat is immense amount of muscle. Their skin is tough, almost like leather, and it has a light blue coloring make them look even more distinct. They are both bald, but for some strange reason, Dorat has a long gray beard while Drazig doesn't even have a stubble. To make him look more distinct, Drazig had pierced his left ear twice, the earrings just above each other with a pierce through the nose as well. If you ever saw the two walking down the street, you would have to take several looks before believing that the two were even real.

Dorat and Drazig wear light armor, they place plates of metal over their leather armor for more defense, but mainly around the parts where it allows for flexibility. Upper chest, upper arms, shoulders, and knees. Dorat also likes to have his hood up most of the time, covering his eyes in the shadow while Drazig loves to feel the sunshine on his face. Their armor is also very specialized, they mainly have to make the armor themselves to make sure it is done right for their abnormal size and shape.

Skills: Dorat is able to concentrate fairly well and is well-versed inside the world of spell craft. Drazig on the other hand is very good at climbing and jumping, if Dorat gives control of his part of the body, and both heads can spot and listen from long distances. They also know how to speak both in Common and Giant, but only Dorat knows how to read.

Natural Abilities: Both heads can see without light very well, however, Drazig can see further than Dorat inside of the dark. Their body can also naturally regenerate from light wounds, but it takes too long to be effective in heated combat. Lastly, while they can't grow back limbs, if a body part gets chopped off, Dorat or Drazig can reattach the body part by holding it to the stump for one minute. If decapitated, someone else has to do it under ten minutes or they die.

Magic/Spells: Dorat can only cast spells if Drazig gives control of the body to perform the proper hand gestures.


  • Grease: A grease spell covers a solid surface with a layer of slippery grease. The spell can also be used to create a greasy coating on an item, greased armor or clothing can resist a grapple, escape a grapple, or escape a pin.
  • Magic Missile: A missile of magical energy darts forth from Dorat's fingertip and strikes its target. Depending on how hard he focuses, Dorat can fire two to five more missiles.
  • Gaseous Form: The subject and all its gear become insubstantial, misty, and translucent. It can pass through small holes or narrow openings, even mere cracks, with all it was wearing or holding in its hands, as long as the spell persists. The creature is subject to the effects of wind, and it can’t enter water or other liquid. It also can’t manipulate objects or activate items, even those carried along with its gaseous form. Continuously active items remain active, though in some cases their effects may be moot.
  • Silent Image: This spell creates the visual illusion of an object, creature, or force, as visualized by Dorat. The illusion does not create sound, smell, texture, or temperature. Dorat can move the image within the limits of the size of the effect.
  • Ruin Delver's Fortune: In desperate need, Dorat can cry out a word imbued with power, granting the two a bit of extra luck when they need it most. This can be used when their fortitude, will, or reflexes are threatened. Also, can be used to make the two buffer, allowing the two to take more hits than usual for a short amount of time.

Weapons: Drazig regularly carries around his greatsword, however, he can basically use any large object as a weapon. He also uses a javelin, for those targets high in the air or far away.

Possessions: Drazig and Dorat don't need anything, but their weapons and mind. The two can eat almost anything, meat is preferred, and they could never find a water-skin big enough for the two to drink from constantly, so they usually hydrate themselves whenever water is near.

Personality: Dorat is smart, much smarter than the average Ogre and occasionally likes to remind people that he is quite intelligent. He rarely speaks, mainly staying within his little world, letting Drazig do most of the talking. He is kind at heart, but has a hard time trying to convey those feelings as it usually comes out to be harsh or blunt. Drazig on the other hand, can hold himself up on a conversation, a basic conversation... Just don't use big words. He is very sociable, strange thing for an Ogre, but the two aren't exactly the most conventional Ogre. The two together make a very interesting pair, differing personalities cause the two to argue with each other, but when they decide, they are quite efficient. However, they do have one thing in common, they are still Ogres in blood. They get angry, and when they get angry, they get really scary. Dorat usually holds Drazig in place as the barbarian is more likely to get angry, surprising, but if they are both angry, you might want to get out of the way.

History: When Dorat and Drazig woke up for the first time, they were all alone in the forest. They were around the age of 19, their past is a mystery to both people and themselves. At first, it seemed that the two would start fighting for dominance for the body, maybe even kill each other in the process, but the two didn't really feel that way. Actually, the two didn't really act like any regular Ogre. Most Ogres like to stick in packs, but this one Ogre didn't need to have another Ogre by their side, they kept each other company. The two soon discovered that Dorat could cast spells, and Drazig loved to smash things into tiny pieces! So, the two eventually found out that working as a pair was a must, both while idly living or fighting.

For forty years, the two lived alone, wandering around the world. Drazig was able to keep the body strong and fit, and Dorat was able to learn and master more spells the longer the two lived. However, there was still the large problem of interacting with people. Dorat didn't really seem to care about people, but for some reason, Drazig loved to socialize, and speaking to someone for forty years got really old. The only problem was, is that people would try to attack them on sight, calling them monsters. They didn't really know how to integrate themselves into society.

That problem would soon vanish. Taking refuge at the mouth of a cave, adventures soon spotted the two. Dorat and Drazig noticed them, but it was too late to hide. The adventuring party were heading to their direction, they knew what was coming next. The party attacked them, the fight was took quite a long time and was fairly difficult as the two were trying to fight back without killing the adventures. However, they won in the end. Dorat manged to heal the party as well as he could, and as they awoke. They were surprised to not be dead or being cooked alive or something like an Ogre would do. Dorat explained that they were not like regular Ogres, both appearance and mindset, and the group offered for the two to join their adventuring party. Drazig gladly accepted.

The two were enjoying themselves talking to new people, learning new techniques and stories. Obviously, not a lot of people accepted that the two were good, but they wouldn't try to tell that to the ten foot tall murder machine. For six years, the two traveled from town to town, making sure to always arrive with other people and never alone as people could mistake them as a monster. They usually have to explain themselves constantly due to their appearance, but in the end, the two are good people.
Uh, I think I may want to join this RP. I can join, correct? However, I do have to admit, my knowledge of D&D is very limited. The only exposure I've gotten from the tabletop game was though idle chats, Order of the Stick, and knowledge of basic fantasy through other forms of media. Though, if I'm allowed to join, is there any possibility I could make a Half-Ogre?

Edit: Well, a normal Ogre or Ogre Mage would work fine. However, that is up to the GM.
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