A-Anyways, I'm proud of all this stuff I managed to put together. Also, I'm really proud of the backgrounds for the more detailed arts near the bottom. Of course, they're both pretty similar, but I don't do much in the realm of backgrounds, ya know?
I have a second D&D character that I made, but I'm still figuring out his story and such. What I do have is that he's a Dragonborn bard named Cobalt (cause he's a blue dragon that can spit lightning. Heh heh, I make myself laugh).
Enjoy!
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1. Mint:
The pet bird to my D&D character. He fed her scraps, and she may've grown attached to 'em. Oof. She's a loving and very smart birb.
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2. Oleander the Tiefling Rogue:
My boi... My sweet boi!
Backstory:
Originally, Oleander was born to a financially struggling family of tieflings called the Blackstones. His mother and father gave him up for adoption, and eventually, a rich family of human nobles adopted the little guy and brought him to their rich town. This family is called the Heartcrosses; They also renamed Oleander to Orville just to save face and give him a fancy name. He grew up as what was essentially a trophy to this family, and they came they were 'saving him' from dying of starvation. Which, they technically were, but it's still really rude to call him a trophy (this new, rich family also had two sons and three daughters but most of them had already grown up and moved on).
Eventually, Oleander left this family after finding out the truth of his background, and he set off to find his real family.
Along the way, he became a guide and translator for a paladin that was hunting for cursed, evil artifacts. The paladin did find the artifacts, yes, but it turned him into a raging beast that took broke Oleander's horn, scratched his eye, and took his arm before rampaging into the woods.
Luckily, Oleander was rescued, and he eventually set off again to continue his journey after gaining a prosthetic arm and a pet birb named Mint.
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3. Disarmed:
Oh no. Poor guy.
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4. Imprisoned:
Oh Oleander.... How'd you find yourself in this dungeon?
