Take the world, races, and timeline of TwoKinds.
Then the concepts, ideas and some of the equipment of D&D
Slam them together and you get…well this Role Play thread.
One of the greatest games, with one of the greatest webcomics, what’s not to love.
Your Character
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Race: (Human, Keidran, Bastian, no dragons, no magical creatures)
Languages spoken: (Druids can speak with Keidran naturally, Wizards can speak Bastain because of their education.)
Class: (Any of the basic D&D classes, no prestige classes)
Appearance: (A small paragraph or picture will do)
Oddity: (A small note on what makes your character unique, clean freak, tattoo, really likes an odd food, the little things like that.)
Generally carried items:
Weapons: (if any)
Special Item: (Like a family sword, special spell, ring, armor, something special to your character)
Special Skill (a very specific description on a skill that your character can has)
Bio: (Try and make it at least a paragraph.)
The Forum’s rules
1.2kinds Forum Rules.
2. Post like you would write a story, be detailed
3.Killing is allowed but only if the user agrees to that.
4.No Official Characters are allowed.
5. NO GODMODDING
6. Be reasonable about attacks, and no never being hit.
7. You are not a hero, you can die, and you can be outnumbered.
8. Romance is allowed, but keep it PG-13 or under please
9. No rules lawyers, they will be kicked.
10. Wizards and other people that want to use magic must have stones, sorcerers do not.
11. Clerics cannot raise dead or resurrect but they can heal fatal wounds, if they’re fast enough
12. No paladins, those are for the templar.
13. Your character must be approved by me before you are allowed to post.
14. Follow the rules and make the Rp fun for everyone
NO MULTICLASSING
Here’s Mine
Name: Hennet
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Race: Human
Languages spoken: Decent Human, Keidran, no bastain
Class: Sorcerer
Appearance: 5’ 10” with a slight build that looks weak, he carries himself like he’s suspicious of the people around him. Forest green eyes, and long black hair that goes to his middle back. Green tunic and a brown leather vest, black cotton pants, and knee high tough leather boots.
Oddity: Finds it hard to trust anyone.
Generally carried items: Simple backpack, water proof cloak, flint and steel, food, journal, a couple of damp torches, simple tent, world map, compass, and a few gold coins
Weapons: Wooden quarterstaff
Special Item: A small silver ring given to him by his late father
Special Skill Can use the spell polymorph to turn into a black panther Keidran for several hours or so until he has to change back.
Bio: Hennet had a very unique upbringing to say the least, his mother unexpectedly gave birth to him in a border town on the edge of the Tiger keidran’s territory. Not even a week later the town was attacked his parents killed he was found by a young warrior that too had a son; the man picked the child up willing to shelter it. The warrior was disgusted with the way the humans treated his people because of their ignorance. He hoped that raising this child would help change the way humans saw them. Returning home he tried to explain what he was going to do to his wife, being one of the kindest hearted women in the land she stood by him. The tribe leaders were intrigued by the man’s idea, never having had an opportunity presented before them like this they agreed to let him attempt it. As the years went by the tiger and his wife had many challenges raising Hennet which they had named him. When Hennet was seven his father had already taught him many things about their tribe and Hennet had an unusual knack for picking up on things. Seeing his father practicing his magic Hennet wanted to try it too. His father chuckling he agreed to teach him, thinking that it was good for Hennet to have high goals. After teaching him how to do it Hennet’s father sat back and watched but forgetting to hand him a mana stone he tried to interrupt Hennet but before he could Hennet had launched off a small fire bolt that landed several feet short of his target and then fizzled out in the grass. Hennet’s father astonished praised him for his efforts, even though he was a bit confused. At twelve his father was an old tiger but still strong enough to teach Hennet, it had been several years since he had been introduced to the tribe’s younger members who found it fun to torment the furless Hennet. One day he was got so fed up with the names and ridicule he used all the magic he had learned up to that point to make a special spell all his own, and in font of several of them transformed into a pure black panther keidran which even by their standards was rare. After his father and mother had passed away he was now a young man, who having been told of where he had come from by his father on his death bed had set out on what he was raised to do. He set off to meet with the leaders of the humans and try to get them to come to a mutual agreement. Having to learn Human language he spent some time around border towns picking up what ever he could, eventually leaning enough to start talking to them.
|