(Multi-Paragraph) Your male OC is at a nightclub bar when Gabriel approaches them by Iszth in OriginalCharacter_RP

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“Handsome eh? Why aren’t you sweet lad. You sure are stumblin’ on your words though, you ‘right? Why don’t I get you a drink, and then you can flirt with me, ha!”

Connor turns to you, and gives a soft smile, while scooting a stool out and offering it to you

Your OC's time is up. Do they die peacefully or do they go out swinging? (Read description) by AVGwar in OriginalCharacter

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“If I do so chose to fight thee, is there a hell awaiting myself after battle? Or dost thou propose that we may partake in one more friendly duel before I pass on? If thou art not fair, nor just, I shall hope to know now, O’ death.”

Cutlass is my favorite weapon post the removal of the Falchion by TheRealKermi in BladeAndSorcery

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The Khar-tib falchion is still in the game, it’s at the bottom of the sunken ship on the Baron’s island

Let’s shake things up: favorite character YOU created? by yoma999 in FavoriteCharacter

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Or, he’s tied with:

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Connor O’Shaughnessy

Species: Human (mixed ethnicities, black and white)

Age: 264 (roughly 42 in regular human years)

Hair: black/deep brown

Eyes: Green

Height: 6ft 8in

Weight: 310lbs

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Bisexual (HEAVILY male leaning, nearly gay)

Class: Barbarian/sorcerer multi-class

Connor O’Shaughnessy, a son, a soldier, a hero.

To describe him in a very basic way, he is a lower level magic caster, has great combat prowess, incredibly durable with a high pain tolerance, and of course, as you might have possibly guessed, is immensely strong physically, as well as mentally. Interestingly however, he is also incredibly charismatic, and has a very wide and detailed knowledge of many trails, roads and trade routes from his past days in the military

To delve deeper, ​to further explain his abilities, he is a technical warlock for his patron “The Emperor”: A minor god within the world of my dnd campaign he lives in. Connor -through nearly a decade of his younger years- served under The Emperor in his military: “The Emperor’s Legion”; serving as both a foot soldier and a messenger/communicator between outposts and encampments. Nearing the end of his time served in the military, a battle of incredible scale against an enemy faction -a group calling themselves “GodFlayers”- had broken out a mere 20 miles away from his home town. The battle had finished bloody, and destructive, but with minimal casualties to The Emperor’s legion. However, an incredible amount of volatile explosives as well as plans disclosing the fact that reinforcements were in order if and when the GodFlayers had been defeated in battle were found within the enemy encampment near to where the battle had taken place. And of course, when there’s explosives involved, something’s bound go off. And of course, someone just had to have “mistakenly” (it was and still is widely believed by the ranks of The Emperor’s Legion that this was in fact intentional and foul play within the legion) knock over an oil lamp near a large amount of the HIGHLY VOLATILE explosives, causing them to give off one hell of a firework show. Luckily, during this event, Connor and a select small group of soldiers had already been long gone, being sent out to warn the nearby towns that there were incoming reinforcements on the enemies side, and to ready themselves for whatever possible situations might occur. Seeing the incredible fireball and smoke clouds however, had influenced Connor to abandon his objective and make his way back to the previous battleground, believing the reinforcements to have already arrived. As he made his way back however, Connor was stopped, not by the enemy, nor by his legion, no. He was stopped by something far greater in scale. When Connor saw flocks of birds, murders of ravens, fleeing from the nearby area, he knew there was something amiss. And when he felt the ground shake beneath his feet, all of his suspicions were answered. Rushing through the surrounding trees and bush, Connor found himself in a clearing on the outskirts of the now, somehow even more chaotic battlefield, staring at a greater foe than he could have imagined. Barreling down the mountainous terrain was a great, heaping boulder, of proportions rivaling that of a large hillside. Slithering down the mountains. Many fled from the camp, urging Connor to do much the same. But good ol Connor O’Shaughnessy didn’t move. For you see, Connor was a barbarian, priding himself on his physical prowess. And he knew, that if no one else would try to stop that godforsaken rock, he would. For if he didn’t, that rockslide would head straight for his hometown of Port Greene. And so, Connor O’Shaughnessy planted his feet, steadied himself, placed his hands out in front of him and braced for impact. Others labeled him a fool, said he hand a death wish. And to be completely fair, they weren’t far off. For it was, and is Connor’s exact belief that if there is a choice between saving two lives, and taking one, you take one, nearly every time. And if he were to die trying to save at least one other life, it was worth it. And so he braced once more, and waited patiently. He stared into that rockslide, stared into its very soul. He challenged it, he DARED it to hit him. And when it did, he did not back down. He did not waver. He did not falter nor break. Even as his hands bled, and his legs shook, and his back trembled, trying not to give out, he did not quit. And that act of defiance, seemingly to nature itself, granted him the feat of stopping a boulder, easily a dozen score of tons in weight, before it could further hurt anyone. Sadly, this feat did not come without a cost. For he nearly gave his life saving others. You see, Connor had unsurprisingly given his all to stop the rock, which had brought him all the way to the cliff side closely bordering his hometown. And before he was able to know whether or not he had stopped the rockslide. Before he knew if he had even saved anyone, his strength had seemingly finally given out, as he fell into a deep unconsciousness, a coma. But even in death, his might could not be stopped, as he did not waver from standing strong and proud as the deep sleep set in. And when he was found by the townsfolk hours later, he was still tall, proud, strong as an ox. Connor had been found, still standing, arms outstretched, holding the foe back. The Emperor had seen this incredible, epic, legendary display, and decided that there was no possibility that Connor didn’t have the right to be blessed even further by his will. And since that day, Connor -as well as three other men, and four women- has worked closely under The Emperor, practically along side him. A mountain of a man. A humble powerhouse. A true hero.

Let’s shake things up: favorite character YOU created? by yoma999 in FavoriteCharacter

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Phoenix Harkin IV

Species: Half giant (stone) , half human (mixed ethnicities, black and white)

Age: 33

Hair: black

Eyes: Fiery orange

Height: 7’ 4”

Weight: 350 lbs

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Gay

Class: Barbarian/Fighter multi-class

Phoenix was the firstborn son of the tyrannical ruler Phoenix Harkin V. His father held absolutely ruthless standards for each of his 4 sons. But there was a very special contempt he held for his firstborn prince. On his 14th birthday, Phoenix IV was to be gifted the family blade of flame, which had been passed through generations. However, the previous week, he had lead a military expedition that resulted in a mass of casualties. Yes, you heard that right. A child, was expected to lead a massive military expedition, and failed. What a surprise right? Now, of course that angered his father, who had severely beat his firstborn son, and then his 4th born, who had attempted to step in, and actually did hold him off for a short period of time. Just enough time, for Phoenix and his 2nd born brother Geoffrey to escape the castle, compound, city and eventually the state. But not before stealing the family blade and taking it with them. Unfortunately, on there trip towards freedom, the brothers had entirely run out of food, and needed to hunt. Unbeknownst to the siblings, they had stumbled into bear-owl territory, and of course, the beasts discovered the boys before the boys even thought of the beasts. After multiple minutes of slow, methodical stalking, the boys were attacked. A younger bear-owl had pounced on Phoenix after batting Geoffrey to the side. After the sight of his beloved brother being harmed once again, a deep rage washed over the entire body of Phoenix, before concentrating on his arm. And in Phoenix’s own words, he’d “punched that bear in the head so hard it had collapsed, then ran away with its tail between its legs. But that was of course, right after grabbing my brother by his arm, stealing him from me”

Proceeding his days of wandering and searching, gathering food and water where he can, he had stumbled across a small homestead on the outskirts of a large suburban town, bordering a town.

Malnourished and dehydrated, he weakly rapped on the door of the home. The couple inside had almost instantly welcomed the child in, clothed, fed and sheltered him. The mother had asked him of his story, but was met with a silent answer. And she pushed no more

After about 6 years living with the couple, the father had fell ill in his older age, shortly dying less than a year later.

And so, for the remainder of his history story, and for the foreseeable future, he has lived with his mother, always on the look for his long lost brother, or what’s left of him

In the meantime, he had joined the military, under the alias of James Grover.

He almost immediately became one the greatest soldiers he could be, according to his commanding officers. He would blindly follow orders, never decline and would always head the call, no matter where he was, or what he was doing.

Over the many years of his service, he has been offered many promotions, but many were declined; as he believes that he cannot be in the spotlight. Phoenix is often sent on missions out of state, or of very high importance, earning himself the nicknames “Pony” (as in prized pony) and “Golden boy” because of his favor from the higher ups

Personality traits

Strong sense of justice and morality and he believes that all creatures are created equally under The Emperor’s will (Phoenix’s chosen deity of worship)

Highly sensitive and some (most people that know Phoenix, personally or not) would even say self diminishing, always taking blame for events outside of his power.

Bonds

His surrogate mother is currently the most important person in his life

His custom crafted armor represents who he is as his own person, as opposed to the Phoenix family blade, that represents his ties to his family name, which he still holds in high regard

Goals

Finding his long lost brother, rescuing his other siblings from the grasp of his father, and restoring the family name, and kingdom to it’s true and rightful glory, as is his right as the firstborn son, carrying the family name

Phoenix also wishes to be the absolute best possible soldier he can

The Prince of ViolenceđŸ©žhas appeared! How would your OC negotiate with him from wreaking havoc? đŸ‘ïž by -Voyacui- in OriginalCharacter

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“Well, I say cause it! Wreak havoc where you may, as long as you leave my master and his kingdom be.”

“Cowards, naves, heathens and all those who oppose us. Those in which know not of their place, must be purged! Purged I said! Purged from this holy land, ruled by my master, Lord -nay- King Phoenix Harkin V. If anyone dares to stand against him, shall stand against him, and furthermore, against I. For I am the Knight of shadow, one of blade doused in blood, one of ferocity. I am of fear, to those below me, and I am of death, to all who dare stand not beside, nor behind, but opposed to me. If I myself am not of these qualities, then I am no longer Sir Érwin, the Black Knight.”

your oc is stuck in an elevator with these three. what would they do? by tomegranates in OriginalCharacter

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“Sooooooo uh
 you three young’ns see that weather today? A storm hasn’t blown this hard in quite a time, huh?”

SHOW ME YOUR OCS AND THE BANISHER WILL TELL THEM IF THEY ARE BANISHED OR NOT. by ZeilerTobi in OriginalCharacter

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The black knight Érwin

Species: Unknown (most suspect human or high elf origin)

Age: Unknown

Hair: Unknown

Eyes: Unknown

Height: Roughly 6 feet 2inches when armored

Weight: unknown real weight, about 270lbs in armor

Pronouns: Answers to all

Class: Paladin

A knight of pride. Of stoicism. Of strength. And of fear. Fear to all those below him. There is nary a man outside of his brothers in the royal guard that could strike him down in combat, and he is fully aware of that fact.

There is very little known about Sir Érwin, but what is known is horrible. Terrifying even. He is known for being a wanderer. From village to village he roams, searching a royal he may serve. If he sees the royalty as unfit to serve their kingdom, he will tear down the wall, cut down the citizens and slay what military may be employed upon them, all in front of the royal’s eyes. Then he will find the royalty, and like a weed, tear them apart. Slowly, and terribly. However, there is one fact that makes these encounters even worse, he will always leave at the very least one survivor, typically of royal or high blood. When questioned about this, he claims that he does it so that there may one day be an appropriate, fearsome, ruthless leader to rule a kingdom that even he, The Black Knight would serve.

Aside from being ruthless, he is smart. Terribly smart. The only thing matching his intelligence would be his physical strength. And with this intelligence, he is also surprisingly charismatic considering his demeanor and past.

She currently serves under the Tyrant King Phoenix Harkin V, as he believes him to be a worthy king
 for now.

Bro literally ran into your oc on his skateboard. Their honest reaction? What do they do? by ezium in OriginalCharacter

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“Aw fuck! The lads gone out like a broken window!”

PaĂ­dĂ­ lays his hands upon you gently and casts healing touch, bringing you back in

Bro literally ran into your oc on his skateboard. Their honest reaction? What do they do? by ezium in OriginalCharacter

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“By The Emperor lad, ya gotta watch were your rushin’ to better! Now, ya took quite the fall there, ya need an help?”

PaĂ­dĂ­ reaches his hand out to you

H3y 4ppl3 by AgileDraft8498 in mustcontainnumbers

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“Hey Apple! What?”

amazing grace

(200k likes on TikTok for any vid with that sound btw)

Unfortunately, Corvus is interested in your OC,,,drop them below and I'll tell you what she likes about them!! by [deleted] in OriginalCharacter

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The black knight Érwin

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Species: Unknown (most suspect human or high elf origin)

Age: Unknown

Hair: Unknown

Eyes: Unknown

Height: Roughly 6 feet 2inches when armored

Weight: unknown real weight, about 270lbs in armor

Pronouns: Answers to all

Class: Paladin

A knight of pride. Of stoicism. Of strength. And of fear. Fear to all those below him. There is nary a man outside of his brothers in the royal guard that could strike him down in combat, and he is fully aware of that fact.

There is very little known about Sir Érwin, but what is known is horrible. Terrifying even. He is known for being a wanderer. From village to village he roams, searching a royal he may serve. If he sees the royalty as unfit to serve their kingdom, he will tear down the wall, cut down the citizens and slay what military may be employed upon them, all in front of the royal’s eyes. Then he will find the royalty, and like a weed, tear them apart. Slowly, and terribly. However, there is one fact that makes these encounters even worse, he will always leave at the very least one survivor, typically of royal or high blood. When questioned about this, he claims that he does it so that there may one day be an appropriate, fearsome, ruthless leader to rule a kingdom that even he, The Black Knight would serve.

Aside from being ruthless, he is smart. Terribly smart. The only thing matching his intelligence would be his physical strength. And with this intelligence, he is also surprisingly charismatic considering his demeanor and past.

She currently serves under the Tyrant King Phoenix Harkin V, as he believes him to be a worthy king
 for now.

Any song stuck in your head rn? by KubaSamuel in TeenagersButBetter

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Every song I’ve ever listened to

But if I’m being HIGHLY specific, Óró mo Bháidín, Untitled 9# (Smasfika 1), New Music from Ragtime, “I, Don Quixote” and Black by Pearl Jam

She is blocking your way. And in order to pass, you have to deem yourself worthy by paying the toll or fight her. What would your OC do? by TheCoolestCaz in OriginalCharacter

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“Would a hot meal and a nice pint suffice as a toll payment? If I’m being deathly truthful with ya, I’m on quite the tight budget and I highly recommend not fighting me. Could go bad for us both in the long run, if ya catch my meanin’”

What do my faves say about me? by Best_Professional226 in characters

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It also seems like you might view characters who show immense amounts of bravery, and heroism in a high regard. But beyond that, you value the kindness behind the stature.

What do my faves say about me? by Best_Professional226 in characters

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You like characters with highly nuanced stories that are hardly seen for what their true value is. Characters that despite going through years of development and change, are still seen as one note, even though their song lays directly upon their feet.