#dd original character
It’s been a rough couple of days for me, lots of emotions and shit so I figured some good old fashioned vent art would help. I don’t actually know if I’ve ever shown this character before, his name is Leo for those who are wondering.
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my d&d character, an archer fighter named VOΛ (vo-ah). they are a mask that has the power to possess anything that wears it, and currently pilots a water-damaged mannequin.
they’re mute and prefer to keep themselves covered, and go by they/them or he/him pronouns. voa learns through mimicry and is quickly finding that learning to be human is the hardest thing in life
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I started playing D&D with some friends recently, and made this character! (I’m the DM so I can’t actually play him, but shhh…) His name is Mangkhut (mangosteen), and he’s a shifter monk. I designed his outfit using signature Hmong traditional wear as inspiration, which features black clothing embroidered with detailed, colorful bands, and silver bells and jewelry as accents.
I based his faceplate on the Thai interpretation of Hanuman, who is king of the monkeys and a master of martial arts.
Please consider checking out Hmong Archives andHmong Cultural Center, which are nonprofits that work to conserve and educate people on Hmong art and culture ^__^
Character Profile: Oremil Sijuar
Content Warning: There is mention of s//c/de
(Art by my lovely friend Teddy, they don’t have a tumblr)
Race:
Zariel Tiefling
Class:
Level 8 Pugilist (homebrew by Benjamin Huffman)
Subclass:
Bloodhound Bruiser
Background:
Urchin
Best Friend:
Mawfy the Rat (pictured on his shoulder)
Slof, a Minotaur Paladin
Inventory:
Explorer’s Pack, Letters + Knickknacks stolen from Math God Cult, Magic Weighted Dice, Woodcarver’s tools, Winter Clothes
Important Items:
The Key: A seemingly magic key that can unlock any non-magical lock.
Ring of Rodents: A magic ring that allows the wearer to speak to rodents.
Ideals:
To help those in need. When earning any kind of money, half is set aside for Oremil to use as he sees fit. The other half is given to the nearest orphanage, as soon as possible.
Goals:
To defeat Zariel, and replace them as the ruler of the Domain– To better the lives of those living there.
The Origin Story:
“You’ve been basically alone for as long as you can remember. In your youngest years, you explored old buildings on the outskirts of the city and took food from a family’s home while they were out in the fields. You lived in an old farmhouse whose owner killed himself until you were 11. Some things happened, and you ended up in a foster home. You used the key to break into a store room to give the other kids more food, and you used the key to break yourself out when you got caught. You fled that particular foster home, and you used the key to break into an abandoned building, where you lived for another year and a half before being caught stealing, and you were old enough that you were imprisoned. You used the key to break yourself out. Since then, you’ve only used it one time: freeing a little rat from a cage.“
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However, this story is not the truth. The Key he possesses is not magical whatsoever. It’s a symbol for a god- The Hush, God of Secrets, Locks, Keys, Tricks, and Lies.
Using the key, requires a sacrifice– A sacrifice of memories.
The Real Origin Story:
“You were born to Maron and Boromir Konson. Your sister, Grace, was born when you were four. You met your best friend, Kalon, down by the river between your two farms. His father was like an uncle to you. Your mother left when you were 7, and your father left when you were 10. Your best friend died when you were both only 11. You cried at his burial, and you held your sister tight. You were beaten by Mother Caney at the orphanage, and you stole food for your starving sister. You went to prison at the age of 14, and you saved a little rat from a rat-catcher’s cage. You gave your memories away to the last living god, you spent your earnings helping orphans, and your name is Mawfy Konson“
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His mother left the key to him when she left when he was 7. He forgot her first, breaking into an old, abandoned building to explore with a friend.
His father left him and his sister in the care of a family friend (a widower and farmer, and father of his friend) to find his mother when he was 10. He forgot his father sneaking in to the widower’s bedroom.
The friend died in a tragic accident while the three explored when he was 11. The widower sent the children to a foster home in the city and killed himself.
He forgot the childhood friend breaking in to the storeroom for more food when he was 12. His sister was caught with the food and locked up and punished for it.
He forgot the widower freeing her. They left that night. He forgot the unkind caretaker breaking into an abandoned building.
They lived there for a year and a half, before he was caught stealing at the age of 14. He forgot his sister breaking himself out.
He used the key only once more, freeing a little rat from a rat-catcher’s cage, where he forgot himself– Giving the name he once used to the rat.
