08-12-2019, 05:15 PM
Discord Id Jeremold
Previous Characters : new here
Character Name : Harold Clearwater
Character Race & Sub-Race : Summoned Bone Knight
Alternate Graphic : Bone knight with sword/shield
Character Description : Tattered clothing and a skeletal grimace. Moves fast enough for a pile of bones.
How will my character be involved with the Shard Plot Line : Wandering around torn between a love of the sea and a weakness to salt.
Special Role-play Ability : Can communicate despite being a skeleton-person
Previous World : Unknown
Backstory : Harold lived as a fisherman for many years. He had no family but had wished deeply for one. He worked on a small fishing ship pulling ropes and such but preferred to go out fishing alone in his small dingy with only a few rods and some snacks.
One day while working aboard the vessel they found themselves boarded and hastily abducted by pirates. Harold and the crew he worked with were sold to a strange man who sold them to a stranger man. This man murdered the entire crew in a diabolical ritual, binding them together as an actual skeleton crew.
Harold spent unknown lengths of time rowing aboard a ghost ship in a dimension he couldn't comprehend. Little remained of Harold, except a feint love of the water and fishing which smoldered deep within him.
The ghost ship and crew eventually found themselves banished to some other realm, being below-deck they had no idea what ever occurred in the worlds above or around them. Their world was the rowing and the cramped room and the creaks and pops of ancient magical bones.
With their ship gone the crew dissolved quickly, each walking off to who knows where, lost in a place they didn't understand and only bare fragments of their former selves. Most would end up recruited into skeletal armies. Through battling countless enemies in unknown worlds they honed their abilities over and over.
Harold finds himself in the world of Sanctuary unsure of how he has arrived, as it usually goes for him, except this time felt different than any other. Harold had no clear commands to follow, no lich king tugging at his mind, no dark sorceress pointing to some city demanding it's surrender, instead there was just a kind of peace. He simply stood where he was for many days, until he felt a feeling long forgotten. He felt a tinge of joy, a flash, a memory of what it felt like to feel a tinge of joy.
A command followed this feeling, a command which came from within him somewhere. And off Harold went to follow the command, as he had done for millennia.
Previous Characters : new here
Character Name : Harold Clearwater
Character Race & Sub-Race : Summoned Bone Knight
Alternate Graphic : Bone knight with sword/shield
Character Description : Tattered clothing and a skeletal grimace. Moves fast enough for a pile of bones.
How will my character be involved with the Shard Plot Line : Wandering around torn between a love of the sea and a weakness to salt.
Special Role-play Ability : Can communicate despite being a skeleton-person
Previous World : Unknown
Backstory : Harold lived as a fisherman for many years. He had no family but had wished deeply for one. He worked on a small fishing ship pulling ropes and such but preferred to go out fishing alone in his small dingy with only a few rods and some snacks.
One day while working aboard the vessel they found themselves boarded and hastily abducted by pirates. Harold and the crew he worked with were sold to a strange man who sold them to a stranger man. This man murdered the entire crew in a diabolical ritual, binding them together as an actual skeleton crew.
Harold spent unknown lengths of time rowing aboard a ghost ship in a dimension he couldn't comprehend. Little remained of Harold, except a feint love of the water and fishing which smoldered deep within him.
The ghost ship and crew eventually found themselves banished to some other realm, being below-deck they had no idea what ever occurred in the worlds above or around them. Their world was the rowing and the cramped room and the creaks and pops of ancient magical bones.
With their ship gone the crew dissolved quickly, each walking off to who knows where, lost in a place they didn't understand and only bare fragments of their former selves. Most would end up recruited into skeletal armies. Through battling countless enemies in unknown worlds they honed their abilities over and over.
Harold finds himself in the world of Sanctuary unsure of how he has arrived, as it usually goes for him, except this time felt different than any other. Harold had no clear commands to follow, no lich king tugging at his mind, no dark sorceress pointing to some city demanding it's surrender, instead there was just a kind of peace. He simply stood where he was for many days, until he felt a feeling long forgotten. He felt a tinge of joy, a flash, a memory of what it felt like to feel a tinge of joy.
A command followed this feeling, a command which came from within him somewhere. And off Harold went to follow the command, as he had done for millennia.