I strongly believe that every roleplayer is a storyteller at heart. We've each created characters whom we have imagined backgrounds and traits, unique quirks and headcanons of how they interact with the world around them. But do you have anywhere to put it all down? Anyone to tell?
That's what this is for. Tell us about your character. Who are they? What makes them tick? What have they done in the Marches? What are they into and how does that affect your decisions in the game. Tell us a story!
Starting off, I have 3 champions: Myself, Grognar, & Duke.
So those are my 3. I look forward to hearing about your champions!
That's what this is for. Tell us about your character. Who are they? What makes them tick? What have they done in the Marches? What are they into and how does that affect your decisions in the game. Tell us a story!
Starting off, I have 3 champions: Myself, Grognar, & Duke.
My first champion, as in most roleplaying games, is essentially just a self-insert. I name him after myself and play him as I believe I would behave given the same circumstances, just giving myself a different history to match the setting. Champ is a wizard. A black mage to be exact. He was trained from a young age by a mage who wanted him to grow up to be a useful member of society, who would use his magical talents for the betterment of others.
Unfortunately, one day his master had to use magic to protect them from a beast in the woods near his master's tower, and a spark was struck. While his master wanted him to learn to ignite the wick of a candle from a different room without so much as heating the wax below it, champ wanted to see if he could produce a fireball big enough to vaporize the candle entirely regardless of how many walls stood between him and it.
His master, realizing that this fascination with the destructive aspects of sorcery could only be tempered by age and experience, sent his young apprentice on a journey to learn from distant peoples and foreign arcane traditions. Ideally he would return wiser, kinder, and with a new respect for the arcane as an art, not merely a tool to discover the biggest explosion he could make.
Then champ bumped into a big titty kitty who needed help saving her sister.
Well, one thing led to another and the champ discovered a whole new use for his talent for magic: solving practical problems up and down the Marches. As a consequence of his belief that there is a right and a wrong, he has decided to put his education on hold while he puts a stop to the demonic corruption Kas is spreading and make sure that everyone in the Marches are left better off than how he found them. Thus, entirely by chance and accidents, he has become the lord of a fort on the river, married into the kitsune clan, solved problem after problem, and bred a literal army of children from nearly every race in the region. That isn't to say he's settled down, however. He has used all the fun new arcane and alchemic knowledge he gained to give himself a truly ludicrously large cock, which has left him unable to be fully inserted in any but those like his foxwife who seem to be truly bottomless, or the largest women the region has to offer, something he enjoys to no end. The only thing he likes more than huge tits are even bigger women who are endowed with them. He had planned on returning to his master to finish his training, but now that he has so much family to care for, he likely will just stay and settle here when the battle is finally won.
Unfortunately, one day his master had to use magic to protect them from a beast in the woods near his master's tower, and a spark was struck. While his master wanted him to learn to ignite the wick of a candle from a different room without so much as heating the wax below it, champ wanted to see if he could produce a fireball big enough to vaporize the candle entirely regardless of how many walls stood between him and it.
His master, realizing that this fascination with the destructive aspects of sorcery could only be tempered by age and experience, sent his young apprentice on a journey to learn from distant peoples and foreign arcane traditions. Ideally he would return wiser, kinder, and with a new respect for the arcane as an art, not merely a tool to discover the biggest explosion he could make.
Then champ bumped into a big titty kitty who needed help saving her sister.
Well, one thing led to another and the champ discovered a whole new use for his talent for magic: solving practical problems up and down the Marches. As a consequence of his belief that there is a right and a wrong, he has decided to put his education on hold while he puts a stop to the demonic corruption Kas is spreading and make sure that everyone in the Marches are left better off than how he found them. Thus, entirely by chance and accidents, he has become the lord of a fort on the river, married into the kitsune clan, solved problem after problem, and bred a literal army of children from nearly every race in the region. That isn't to say he's settled down, however. He has used all the fun new arcane and alchemic knowledge he gained to give himself a truly ludicrously large cock, which has left him unable to be fully inserted in any but those like his foxwife who seem to be truly bottomless, or the largest women the region has to offer, something he enjoys to no end. The only thing he likes more than huge tits are even bigger women who are endowed with them. He had planned on returning to his master to finish his training, but now that he has so much family to care for, he likely will just stay and settle here when the battle is finally won.
Grognar is a man's man. An imposing six and a half foot tall brick shithouse, wearing naught but a loincloth and carrying an enormous sword, he believes magic to be a coward's tool. The crutch for those too feeble to face his opponent with his bare hands in glorious melee combat. He was traveling north in search of a great battle where he may become a legend worthy of ballads being composed and sung for all generations to come. He's basically Conan. Smart enough to be a remarkably dangerous opponent on the battlefield and not much beyond that. He's a man of few words and little patience, more willing to solve his problems by smashing them than by thinking about them. Except when thinking about them will likely lead to him being able to smash something even bigger and more dangerous. His favorite things in life are drinking, feasting, fighting, and fucking. And the more of those he can be doing simultaneously, the happier he is. To him, everything is a competition, and he intends to win so hard everyone lucky enough to have witnessed it will be talking about it for the rest of their lives.
Duke is a simple man. Like, really simple. As dense as a neutron star, really. Puts a crater in the rock below his feet with the sheer weight of his thick head every time he falls down. But that's ok, because Duke is a hero. See, I thought it would be entertaining to play a character in this porn game who isn't just uninterested in sex, but who cannot even begin to comprehend why anyone would want it.
Duke has very simple desires; he wants to eat good food, fight strong guys, and help people who can't help themselves. He is, I believe the young people say, a himbo. Kind and naive to the point where it shouldn't really be as funny as it is, he makes up for it by seemingly being hewn from fucking steel and being stupidly strong. In fact, he doesn't even use weapons. He wanders around punching things and doing his best to try and learn how to punch things better.
Ultimately, Duke is exactly what he appears to be; an insanely strong, kind hearted idiot who is here to help. All he asks is you feed him something tasty after he's done. He's big, he's built like a cross between a bodybuilder and a male stripper, and he gives great big hugs. He also is immune to any and all sexual advances purely because he is such an innocent cinnamon bun that he simply doesn't understand when he's being hit on. Something that is undoubtedly absurdly frustrating to the women of the Marches seeing as how in addition to being a slab of raw beefcake, he's packing enough pipe to leave any woman walking funny and leaking for days after... If anyone could actually get him to fuck them of course.
Duke is singlehandedly why I want to figure out how to mod in weapons via save editing or browser commands, so he can actually punch demons in the face for being rude to the nice people who have been sending him off to do stuff for them.
Duke has very simple desires; he wants to eat good food, fight strong guys, and help people who can't help themselves. He is, I believe the young people say, a himbo. Kind and naive to the point where it shouldn't really be as funny as it is, he makes up for it by seemingly being hewn from fucking steel and being stupidly strong. In fact, he doesn't even use weapons. He wanders around punching things and doing his best to try and learn how to punch things better.
Ultimately, Duke is exactly what he appears to be; an insanely strong, kind hearted idiot who is here to help. All he asks is you feed him something tasty after he's done. He's big, he's built like a cross between a bodybuilder and a male stripper, and he gives great big hugs. He also is immune to any and all sexual advances purely because he is such an innocent cinnamon bun that he simply doesn't understand when he's being hit on. Something that is undoubtedly absurdly frustrating to the women of the Marches seeing as how in addition to being a slab of raw beefcake, he's packing enough pipe to leave any woman walking funny and leaking for days after... If anyone could actually get him to fuck them of course.
Duke is singlehandedly why I want to figure out how to mod in weapons via save editing or browser commands, so he can actually punch demons in the face for being rude to the nice people who have been sending him off to do stuff for them.
So those are my 3. I look forward to hearing about your champions!
