Worm
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| • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • | 𝖂 | 𝖔 𝖗 𝖒 ೄྀ࿐ ❝ ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ 「 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎! 」 | |||||||
| FULL: Worm Stuck in Honey CLASS: Bard SPECIES: Tabaxi ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good | BACKGROUND: Entertainer AGE: 21 GENDER: Female LIFESTYLE: Comfortable | HEIGHT: 5'0" WEIGHT: 95 lbs PLAYLIST: ♫ INACTIVE | |||||||
↬ | APPEARANCE Worm is the runt of the litter; she was born shorter and lighter than the others. She resembles a tabby house cat more than a jaguar, quite a bit fluffier as well. The pads of her paws and her nose are a rosy color and leopard-like spots and stripes pattern her fur. Red is her signature color. She ties red ribbons to her limbs and has a soft scarf hiding the top of her cape. Her eyes captivate those around her to watch and listen. Under her cape is a sort of bralette the same color has her pants. Clipped onto her belt is a pouch wear she keeps her coins and obscure trinkets. It seems almost bottomless. Coming from her belt are two, large pieces of leather that flare out for no actual reason besides aesthetics. Combined with her cape, they make up what looks to be a trench coat. Out of her four instruments, the lyre is her favorite, and she'll be often seen fidgeting with the strings. | ||||||||
| ↬ | PERSONALITY I get bitter if I’m not the center of attention. I'm a performer, it's in my blood! I love a good insult, even one directed at me. Anything to stay seen. I’m a hopeless romantic, always yearning for that “special someone.” Ideals: Creativity. The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. (Chaotic) Beauty. When I perform, I make the world better than it was. (Good) Bonds: My instrument is my most treasured possession, and it reminds me of someone I love. I want to be famous, whatever it takes for her to notice me. Flaws: Everything I do is for that special someone. I neglect myself in favor of her. | ||||||||
| ↬ | QUIRKS I fidget with the strings on my lyre. A lot. I have to replace them pretty often... It's kind of embarrassing but... I purr pretty loud when I'm happy. I try to incorporate the sound into my performances. I can’t help but pocket interesting objects I come across. A lot of the trinkets I find are kept in my little bottomless trinket pouch. | ||||||||
| ↬ | LIKES gemstones (particularly rubies) feathers bird skulls | ↬ DISLIKES dislike dislike dislike | |||||||
| ↬ | HISTORY "Growing up as a runt wasn't easy... It was always Worm this and Worm that (Couldn't even call me Honey. Had to call me Worm.). I was the runt, for fucks sake, I wasn't going to be the fastest or the strongest. I got left behind a lot on hunting trips. Heh... at least I could swim well. Couldn't really catch any fish though... The one time they let me go on a hunting trip: instead of finding prey, I found my trusty ol' lyre. Yeah, that one right there! He didn't always look this good though, used to be real splintery (I still have a couple of scars...). He was kind of a pain to play, but anything to beat the boredom. I got pretty good, too. He sounded like absolute ass before I got him all fixed up after I left, but my playing made up for it. Ha, shut up I am not being arrogant! Jeez, before I was so rudely interrupted... Oh right! I am a fucking God at the lyre!! Heh, arrogant enough for you? Yeah, I'm not afraid to admit I was kind of a prodigy, but what use was that if no one really listened? Then I met her. She came from a neighboring clan. She was tall (so, so tall...), her teeth were so, so so sharp... I don't even know man, it was love at first sight. If you met her, you would understand. She wasn't just a pretty face, though. She listened to me play. For the first time, someone listened to me play. It was nerve wracking every time I played for her. It never got better. But she loved it. She loved hearing me play, and I loved her, so I kept playing. We started singing along to my songs together. We sounded so good together... Hm? What happened? ...She found someone else. God, you can't even begin to fathom how fucking destroyed I was when she came up to me, held both my paws, looked me so warmly in the eyes and said, 'I found the one!' That. That was the closest I ever came to winning her affections. Her holding my paws while professing her love for someone else. I was fucking pathetic. I started crying right then and there. Man, I loved that girl but she was dense as all hell. She thought those were tears of joy. Whatever. She doesn't need to know. She... She started visiting less and less... The rare occasions she came by it was all excuses, excuses, excuses. 'I'm sorry Honey (She was the only one who called me Honey...) but my mate wants to spend time with me!' 'I won't be able to stay long today, my mate wants to see me later today.' 'My mate wants to hunt together, I'm sorry honey.' 'You understand right?' No... No I really didn't... She—She got rid of me like some quail bone she finished sucking on! She... Eventually stopped coming around. I wasn't surprised. The only thing that surprised me was how much it hurt. God did it hurt. Not long after I left my clan. Others leave to learn about the world, or find lost treasures, or learn the lore of the gods. I left so she would see me. I left with every intention of becoming renowned across the land as this century's greatest bard. Maybe one day word will circle back to our clans. Maybe she will see me again." | ||||||||
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| ↬ | STATS AND PROFICIENCIES Strength: -1 (8) athletics +1. Dexterity: +3 (16) acrobatics +5. sleight of hand +3. stealth +5. Constitution: +1 (13) Intelligence: +0 (10) arcana +2. history +0. investigation +0. nature +0. religion +0. Wisdom: +1 (12) animal handling +1. insight +1. medicine +1. perception +3. survival +1. Charisma: +3 (16) deception +3. intimidation +3. performance +5. persuasion +5. | ↬ | SAVING THROWS Strength: -1 Dexterity: +5 Constitution: +1 Intelligence: +0 Wisdom: +1 Charisma: +5 | • • • • • • • • • • | |||||
| ↬ | Proficiency Bonus: +2 Walking Speed: 30 ft. Initiative: +3 | ||||||||
| ↬ | PROFICIENCIES AND LANGUAGES Armor: Light Armor Weapons: Crossbow, Hand, Longsword, Rapier, Shortsword, Simple Weapons Tools: Disguise Kit, Flute, Lyre, Pan Flute, Shawm Languages: Common, Goblin | ↬ | SENSES 13 Perception 10 Investigation 11 Insight 60 ft Darkvision | ||||||
| ↬ | STORY Campaign Start: November 2, 2019 Campaign End: N/A Character Development: She loses her attachment to "the one" and starts playing for herself. | ||||||||
| • • • • | 𝕳 | 「 s t u c k i n 」 ⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻⸻ ❞ 𝖔 𝖓 𝖊 𝖞 ೄྀ ࿐ | |||||||
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