What is your Champion’s backstory?

[Gutts]

Greetings once again. I have been wondering how many others have backstories for the champions they have created.

My champ is a 7’5ft male Lupine soldier named Loghain. He came to the Marches from a crumbling city in the Belharam empire. He worked as a mercenary and bodyguard for a wealthy merchant. Guarding him, his caravan, and his daughter from bandits and other things on the road with a small band of other mercenaries. Despite his intimidating appearance, Loghain is actually a very sweet, caring person. He formed a close bond with the merchant's daughter, and the two ended up sleeping together. Soon finding out the merchant was furious and disgusted. Putting a bounty on Loghains head, he had little choice but to flee. Believing the Marches would be the best place to hide and blend in, he left Belharan and went to the marches.

Something I should note is that I imagine Lupines being rare outside the Marches. Many people outside the marches believe them to be wild animalistic savages. So you can imagine this merchant was none too happy about a savage sleeping with his daughter.

 

[CboyC95]

My champion is a 5'9" male human named Midan. Midan came from a wealthy city in the Belharan empire where he works as a courtesan. Despite him being a man, his good looks, charm, and friendly personality makes him favorable among different clientele. However, Midan also moonlights as a thief. That paired with his profession makes Midan a skilled one, with his charm making it easy for him to pickpocket and to steal money and valuables from clients after a lengthy session. But one day, Midan meets a regular client of his. A wealthy man who has developed an interest in other men. While the two are in the bedroom becoming intimate, a woman bursts into the room revealing to be the man's wife. It turns out the client is actually married to a powerful noble family and the wife accuses Midan of soliciting her husband. Fearing retribution, Midan quickly fled from the city, and jumped onto a wagon heading towards the Frost Marches as he thinks it would be the perfect place for him to lay low.

I originally wanted Midan to be a femboy but the game's character creator made it impossible for that.

 

[orropo]

My champion is 6'6 female human named Bambi, she is a noble scion of a marquis, whose vast wealth left from their ancestors is slowly but steadily declining, hailing from one of the many cities that became from the fall of Belhar. Bambi was showing great talent in dancing and singing. Her family wasn't really interested in her talents or individual opinions, since she was the third daughter and was only considered a trading piece. One day she overheard the maids gossiping about how a duke would come to visit their humble marquis family, and that he was known to pick the girls he liked to "take in as his daughters companions" so they should be careful and not be seen by him. When he arrived Bambis father decided to befriend the duke by giving him his third daughter, that was the night Bambi packed whatever she could into a tiny bag, not much since it would be noticed otherwise, the only extra things she took was a flute her music teacher gave her, and she set off to the marches.

In my head canon she has a very specific kinda iridescent blond hair that she hides using her dancers robes, since the iridescent quality was considered to come from a high ranking fairy heritage, which is what allowed her family to maintain a noble status, and for the duke to consider her worthy, despite having a very bad governing for three generations already.

 

[Turnbridge]

Valda Lex or Val'Lex (not a surname, her parents couldn't agree on her name) A 5'9” human pure-Champ, DnD alignment Neutral/Good I guess. She's built like brick-shithouse and very gay.

Coming from a small hunting village in the northlands she was taught how to fight by her parents from their own soldier/adventurer background. Also taught to read and write by the one elder witch who actually could. It was a place that saw humans and wyldelves along with beastfolk traders. Travelling bards and merchants filled her head with the knowledge of amazing new places. As a teen her parents eventually left to find fortune again so they can settle in an actual town of note. Valda stayed for a doomed crush on another girl that went nowhere. So at adulthood she grew tired of the same woods and came to the marches to loot ancient forgotten artefacts, or try and become a merc' in Tychris or Khor'Minos (or settle for this little place called Hawkthorn she heard of). Then there was this storm...

She has a strong sense of community for those around her, a thing she inherited from home. Likely the most average common-as-muck background for this world. lol

 

[Arctur]

My champion is a 6'1 male human named Arctur. He was born in a small human town a few hundred miles away from the Frost Marches into a family of blacksmiths - his father, grandfather and great-grandfather all spent their lives working with copper and bronze. The champion's dad was literate - his wife inherited a handful of old books from a distant relative, including an old Belharan novel about a hero who lived four centuries ago - Arctur the Unbreakable. Consequently, the father named his firstborn son after the afformentioned hero.

His childhood and adolescence were unremarkable - young Arctur spent his days playing with other kids, getting as good of an education that his father could provide and slowly mastering the art of smithing. He likely would've spent the rest of his days in his hometown, but not long after he turned 20, the petty kingdom he lived in went to war with a nearby duchy over some territory dispute, and most of the town's able bodied men - including Arctur, were conscripted into service.

Both sides hoped that the war would end quickly, but the conflict dragged on. The armies' sizes were steadily diminishing, and with no way to naturally replenish them fast enough - the rulers resorted to hiring mercenaries. Catfolk mages, elven archers, lupine hunters and orc berserkers replaced the army's fallen soldiers. That's how Arctur met Savarra's other races for the first time, and with each battle fought and increasing casualties taken - more of those new faces joined the ranks. Though intially wary - he slowly got used to them, and respected his new allies for their prowess. For 3 grueling years, the war continued in a stalemate, slowly hardening Arctur from a fresh recruit into a competent fighter.

However, one day, disaster struck. Arctur's company was caught in an ambush, and everyone but him was either slain or captured. He had to run, and there was only one way to go - up north. Eventually, Arctur escaped the pursuit, but he was hopelessly lost with no way back home and nearly no posessions. For a year, he took various odd jobs to survive - escorting trade caravans, taking out ragged bandits, even scrubbing tavern floors when things got dire. He travelled further north, moving from place to place, never really finding the right settlement to stick around for longer than a month.

That is, until the soon-to-be champion stumbled upon the village of Hawkethorne during the blizzard and entered the Frost Hound. As he was spending his last few hawks on food and cheap ale, all while making small talk to the lupine tavernkeep to not die of boredom, he just hoped that the weather would soon subside - so he can earn enough money to not starve and get back on the road. Little did he know, his life was about to change dramatically with the sudden appearance of a certain pink-haired catfolk...


The main premise about my champion is going from zero to hero. He starts out as nobody in particular - in the army, he was just an ordinary face among hundreds of others like him. He could've lived his whole life as a commoner, or died unrenowned in a battle, but be it a series of coincidences or divine intervention - he ended up at the right place at the right time. And from that moment, the ordinary soldier begins the long, grueling journey to fame and glory, aiming to prove that heroes aren't born - they're made.