Whats your story?

[Brutal Bonegrinder]

I just wanted to know, the story, your story. Better yet and more clear, your characters story. Why not, they have been around long enough, made some history. The background, what made him/her the way they are today, the trials and tribulations faced, pain or pleasure of being alive.

Just insight, maybe its something that should be well known, that others might know.

(Please, this is not a rumor thread, just fact. if you would like to share that is.)

 

[Magi_Nashira]

Hiya! I'll dive in with a bit of Nash's history! A bit long winded, enjoy! ((Please note that this info is given OOC not IC, so if your character doesn't know this stuff, don't use it ))

Nashira Veronica Grey Sadir was born in Sembia, a country on Faerun (Toril, AKA Forgotten Realms) to retired adventurers. She was the third of three children and was born around the same time as her cousin Glan. Nashira grew up in the tavern her parents invested their gold from their adventuring days into. Her cousin Glan's mother was the town baker so food was always plentiful. Nash and her playmate cousin Glan got along famously, they were practically inseparable despite their differing interests. Nash wanted to know about using a sword, was always getting into fistfights and sticking up for Glan who was the bookworm weakling. Her father saw her potential and despite her mother's misgivings she was taught how to fight and use weapons, though her favorite turned out to be the bastard sword.

Her two older siblings, the eldest a brother the middle a sister, took over the tavern when her parents decided to retire. Nash's brother ran the place; her sister was basically the town wench. At this time, Nash was about 16 and decided it was time to head out on her own and get some adventuring under her belt. So, with her cousin in tow, and with threats of severe punishment if any harm came to the still weak Glan, they headed out.

They adventured together with various other friends they met along the way for a few years, making their way into Cormyr (the next country over). There they aided the Purple Dragons of Cormyr (the Cormyr Crown's army) with a few battles and were invited to join their ranks. Nashira and Glan enjoyed their time as Purple Dragons, She worked her way through the ranks to captain and Glan was a War Wizard, a special branch of the PD's.

After a time Nashira met and married Captain Charles Tremont, another Purple Dragon. They enjoyed a few years of bliss, settling in to a wonderful country estate in Cormyr, on the edge of a body of water called "Wyvernwater". There, Charles trained Purple Dragon recruits before basic training to separate the wheat from the chaff, sending home washouts and sending the rest on to basic training.

Charles was killed in a battle just a few years after their marriage. He was in charge of a large group of PD's who were in melee and being overwhelmed while Nashira, now a captain, was in charge of a different flank, on another front of the battle. Word got to her that her husband's men were in trouble and she commanded her troops to aid him, riding her own horse literally to death to get there. As she arrived, she saw Charles fall, brutally slaughtered. His men were loosing the battle, and with the sight of their commanding officer falling, they had all but lost. Nashira, in an attempt to raise their spirits, hefted her fallen husband's helm, placed it upon her head and commanded to troops to an unforeseen and glorious victory.

Due to the "erratic" way that the she commanded her troops the Purple Dragons deemed that she was too chaotic in her actions and they asked her to retire but not before promoting her to General for the very same reasons. She went into a deep depression, finally allowing her emotions to get the better of her.

Shortly thereafter, retired, depressed and wandering aimlessly amongst the planes, she stumbled into Juxtaposition of a Million Spheres, and subsequently the Crossroads Tavern. There she met people she could genuinely smile at again, and after a while she took a job working for Siani in the CRT. She enjoyed her time there and began training Purple Dragon recruits again, as her husband had before her. After a time of great discord, the Moonbeam Adepts of Juxtaposition decided to close all the portals leading to their plane. At the last moment, before the portal to Waterdeep closed and was sealed forever, she escorted the FoodGolem out of the portal thus saving him from a lonely fate.

Nashira now owns the Rotunda in Waterdeep a gambling house, tavern and inn all in one, that she deems a temple to Tymora, the goddess she follows. The FoodGolem is stationed here and hasn’t complained so she assumes he's happy with his new home. She occasionally still fills in on a shift for Siani in the Crossroads Tavern on Oearth, likening the place to a second home and referring to Siani with nothing but praise. She still trains Purple Dragon recruits, that she has trek all the way out to the countryside outside Waterdeep for their training, claiming that the first part of the training is the trek there and that being so far from home helps strengthen recruits. Her countryside estate is also home to another training facility that is also run by her.

Nashira is now 36 years of age and for all intents appears to be human though looks much younger than 36. It has been around six years since her husband died and, as far as anyone knows she has not been in a relationship since. Nashira and Charles never had children due to an abdominal injury Nashira suffered (that almost killed her) which rendered her unable to have children. Nashira enjoys baking in her free time and, of course, some good sparring.

 

[Brutal Bonegrinder]

Awsome story, and yeah, IC/ooc Knowledge transitioning rules still apply! Good read, thanks ^-^

 

[Kallikrates]

Very good back story Nashira. I've got a while to go before I finish my first.

On Second thought I will not be posting it right here.
When all is said and done I would take up a lot of room.

I'll provide the link in due time...

 

[Magi_Nashira]

Thanks! I played Nash as a pen and paper character for quite a few years before I started her career as a wizo and then a magi so there was plenty to work from!

 

[Imreis]

I love it nashy, well here's mine for Imreis, atleat for those who dare. Mwahhahaha

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[Magatsu]

Ill keep this short, I’m not good at story writing.


Magatsu was orphaned as a child with his little sister. Their parents died, Magatsu was too young to remember what happened. (killed of course.) They were thrown into the care of who ever would talk him and his sister. The men took them in, not the most caring bunch.

Magatsu and his sister where outside playing some time later, a day of work getting done early before the sun had set. A man came visiting, passing them by as they played. They would usually ignore the arguments coming from the house they live. This evening was unlike the usual his sister had been adopted, taken that night. Having no idea who had taken her, or where she was. Magatsu in every chance he got tried to question, and ask, which in turn usually offered punishment.

A year had passed, since him and his sister were parted. One summer day took Magatsu into town from the small farm he stayed, there was some sort of gather at the square that drew his one of the mens attention he was with. A young childs body amongst others was hung up on a four by four post almost split in two, a crime for for all who disrespect and gave loss of honor to one of the great noble houses of the country.

Magatsu would have stared in shock his silence would have proven painful, being forced to walk and carried back, though he was brougth to town to be a mule for the purchase. (obviously it was his sister that was killed.)

The evening that night the two men keep Magatsu inside the house, weary that the catatonic state might break and he would go running. Though the child was completely away as the men spoke of the trades and that the loss of the little girl was not what was ment, but it was atleast profitable. Magatsu snapped and began to cry, the pain would seem to much. The guardian looked at him then to themselves.. Darkness fell that night.

The next few weeks were rough, mag has never been able to sleep so long, that evening proved dangerous and very unlucky, mouth sewn shut and beaten to unconciousness to subdue him, this happened a few times over the first days. Magatsu stuck to very soft water soaked bread and water, never really speaking, the men did fear that he would talk, and atleast if he did, they would have some warning..

it was not long after that Magatsu ran from his own a few months later.. Nothing after that is known.

Mag is now a hard person to deal with, rough and generally angry, he has nothing to do with social interaction most of the time. he still puts all of his efforts into finding who killed his little sister.

(I am not good at writing stories. but this is the background some of it. .Sorry did this on the fly.)

 

[Amastacia]

Alright, well here's Ama's story. I apologize if it becomes long-winded. A few of her friends and others close to her know this, as well as a few of my friends I have summarized this to, but here goes:

Born to a noble family in a very small elven kingdom Amastacia was what some called "born with a silver spoon in her mouth". She was the second child that her parents had, her older sibling being a brother who was already nearing the elven equivalent of teenage years. Even as a young child many called her gifted with how easily she picked up knowledge of history as well as the arcana. And so her training began to hone her skills with magic.

One day when Amastacia was still young her brother was in the garden practicing with his sword. Ama used to love watching her big brother Xelius working his stances, she thought it resembled a dance more than anything. However the young girl's joy would quickly end as an arrow was shot from the woods, striking her brother down. Her mother's adviser heard the young girl's screams and came rushing just in time to grab her up and get her inside the small palace before the attempt on her own young life was complete by the assassin.


It took years before she got over the death of her brother. He was her hero, always taking the heat when she did wrong to avoid punishment by the harsh hand of her father. What was once a happy child became a sullen teen. One day while wondering down to the kitchens she heard her parents arguing, and decided to peek through the slightly ajar door just as her father struck her mother down. Ama ran back to her room and hid not sure if he knew that she had seen what he done. Luckily for her he hadn't, though the next day she was informed that a marriage had been arranged for her. Out of fear of the cruel man her father chosen she slipped out of her homeland the night before she was to be wed.

She kept running for many, many years before coming to a place called Juxtaposition. From there she even discovered another place by the name of Oerth. She made many friends, and even fell in love. However her first marriage didn't end happily for when things got rough he disappeared.

Finally she had to defend herself against her father, and defeated him taking what was her birthright. Nervously she returned home, thankful that the people rejoiced the king's death and welcoming her. He had imprisoned many good people, had a harsh hand with anyone who crossed his path, and through his greed the entire kingdom was run-down. It took her a long time before the small elven land was back to it's glorious beauty she remembered as a child.

Today she still lives in Ichthara, doing her best to keep things running smoothly. She is married once again and just hopes for the best each and everyday that things go better than before.


((This is just the quick story, not getting into much detail of the people she met through her life))

 

[NicholausDennoncourt]

(Okay, I couldn’t help myself; I just had to post about Nicholaus, as some of you know he is my original character, the very, very first. He’s got a hellva a lot of history, much of which has been completely overhauled and refined. Nich wasn’t always a WW Cainite, he was a free-form free-will vampire at one point, even with all the changes and overhaul, his story has remained largely the same. Soooo here goes… )

Nicholaus Dennoncourt was born in the world known as Envernous, the only son of a Minor Lord, whose lands resided in the Northern Hemisphere, protectorate aristocracy Milus Dennoncourt of the Northern-Eastern Kingdom, royal subject of King Antharus Khi’lan the Second. Due to his heritage, Nicholaus was considered part of the extended royal family, thanks completely to his mother, Sadana Dennoncourt~Khi'lan, third cousin to King Antharus Khi’lan the First.

Though his heritage offered the Dennoncourt family some measure of respect, they were still considered a ‘country aristocrat’ as their wealth was derived primarily from the three small farming villages that was part of Milus’ ancestral family lands. His home was in the shadow of the Keep a once mighty, but now largely decrepit, fortification that was partial torn down as a symbol of the alliance the Dennoncourt family and the Khi’lan kingship fifty years before Nicholaus’ birth. As Nicholaus was the only son, his parents poured a lot of attention to their son, his mother eagerly taught him the basics of courtly life and etiquette along with supervision of his education, his father busied himself with teaching him the art of outdoorsmanship teaching his son merits of ruling for the benefit of the people. It was at the age of seven, that a long standing law was modified, mostly due to the increased pressure from the trading factions and guilds that dotted the kingship, it was required that the first born children of the peasantry and lower aristocracy alike, be released to the Council of Guilds as a token to continue offering discounted services and aide to the Kingdom against rivaling independents. There was much outrage, especially from Milus Dennoncourt, but it was largely unheard as the agents of the various guilds went to collect their due, at the age of seven Nicholaus was taken from his home, and taken to the largest city within the Kingdom, Sus’lihana.

The city was the royal capital, though largely a reputably city there was its grimy underside, and it was in those cramped streets, that file after rank file of young boy and girl alike, from the ages of four to seventeen, were taken into the Hall of Weights and Measures, where each child was judged in various manners of testing to see what their natural aptitudes were, and which guild or trade faction would benefit the most of each recruit. It was here that the young Nicholaus was found to have a rather natural aptitude for survival, since his other tests ranged from average to poor, he excelled in the test that required the child to survive for two weeks in the Jail Hall, where no meal or water was provided and every day was a challenge of wits and determination. It was here that the House Guild of Hayyss, took the near starved child under its wing.

House Guild of Hayyss, was one of the five houses, specifically a Syndicate that was known throughout Envernous. The Syndicate worked on the fringes of society, working in various areas from the facilitation of the hiring of mercenaries, to removing that unwanted rival in a very quick and quiet manner. House Guild of Hayyss, was most directly associated with military education, strategy, survival techniques and their House Guild specialty, the Hayyssissn. It was here that Nicholaus trained to be the once coveted Hayyssissn, equally specialized as a military commander for support operations, extended raid area raid commander, and when the client required, a well directed, and always 'accidental' looking assassination.

( …that’s a lot of typing, so I’m going to quit for now, I shall dub this part one of my mini-series a la Nich. ^_^; … So beeeeear with me as I type up the rest of it in another post! )

 

[Kallikrates]

Kudos to Imreis, Magatsu, Amastcia, and Nicholaus on the telling of the tales of at least one of your characters.