Who likes to make characters ? And then what? You never find the time to use or play them ? Me too! It doesn't keep me from enjoying them though, especially with all of the tools available to do so these days. This is where I thought I would post a few of my creations over time, just for fun but feel free to take any that you like and use them in your game too!
Savage Worlds Pathfinder
Half Orc Sorceror
Physical Description: A heavily muscled half orc spellcaster who wears sleeveless robes adorned with mystic symbols, and wears leather wrappings on his hands and forearms. Wears thick boots suitable for walking long distances. his skin is green, his coarse black hair is pulled back into a pony tail and his small yellowed tusks pop up over his bottom lip. Clean shaven.
Background: The Mystic Fist travels the lands righting wrongs and defending those who cannot defend themselves. He is merciful in all things, including given quarter to his enemy and bringing foes to justice. Reserving death at his hands to those beings and monsters who by their nature or actions are beyond redemption.
Savage Worlds Pathfinder
Dwarven Ranger (Seasoned)
Physical Description: Dressed in traveler's clothes cloak and hood all various shades of forest green, A jovial dwarf with reddish hair and slightly unkept beard. Friendly figure who enjoys the company of both people and nature
Background: A middle aged dwarven ranger who has travelled and protected the forests for many years, helping those lost, rescuing both people and animals alike form dangers and working with others to safeguard nature. He is a cheerful and relaxed dwarf who enjoys helping people find their way through the wilderness, whittling small toys and crafts for children, and spending time with his loyal companion, the wolf Ekhart who he raised from a pup.
East Texas University
Ex VCR Repairman, Freshman, Business Degree
Physical Description: Middle age white man, obese, but more heavyset than fat, strong but slow, former boxing enthusiast still goes to the boxing club/gym when he can. receding hairline, likes wearing dark grey or blue button up work shirts with short sleeves coupled with jeans or similar colored slacks. Keeps a little pocket protector pen holder in the front pocket.
Strong-willed and stubborn, does not take well to being put down, feels a bit out of place and out of touch being 40 around a bunch of kids who can't even buy a beer legally, feels a little out of date when it comes to technology (misses flip phones and old school stuff)
Background: Doug used to be a moderately successful VCR repair and video store owner in small town South Dakota. He stubbornly pursued his idea, after the rental side evaporated a few years back, of going into business offering a retro service where he would sell refurbished VCRs and rare retro "collector item" VCR tapes. Two things led to the downfall of this business idea, 1) a year after he poured money into it, the last VCR company stopped making tapes and playback systems, the market was dead and 2) no one gave a damn about vintage VCRs or VCR tapes. Doug and his (now-ex) wife Dana began to fight and the final straw was when Doug blew a chunk of savings on a stockpile of old tapes he was certain would be solid collector items. 2 weeks later the business went bust, the bank called in the mortgage on the business and the building it was in (in which Doug and his family lived in the upstairs of) and Dana took their son Dale to go live with her sister in Fresno and left Doug with Divorce papers.
He has now enrolled into ETU the only school that he could afford to attend with the combination of remaining funds post divorce and is getting set up in the dorms. He regularly talks to his son, now 14 on the phone, is looking for a good boxing club/gym and is trying to update his skill set. He's pretty strong willed but stubborn.
Numenera
A Benificent Arkus who Speaks with The Data Sphere
Phyiscal Description: Maeus is a rotund man who appears to be mostly of polyneasian decent (as much as these things matter in the 9th world, the comparision is only so the reader can better comprehend his complexion). He has shoulder-length black dreadlocks, and a well-kept, short beard. His eyes glimmer with a mix of kindness and warmth. He wears vibrant orange robes adorned with yellow and blue patterns, and comfortable sandals, displaying his preference for both comfort and a touch of flamboyance. Hespeaks with a soft, melodious voice that often takes people by surprise. His left eye is normal but his right has a golden iris and thin silver circuit patterns in the cornea
Mannerisms: Mareus exudes warmth and affability, using his charm to put others at ease. He approaches every interaction with a deep sense of empathy and a knack for finding common ground. His persuasive skills are second to none, and he can talk his way through nearly any situation with grace and finesse. He greatly enjoys sharing tales that often have a positive, moralistic ending and meating new people and seeing new places. He does not let on that his right eye is an artifact of some sort but pretends that it is a non functioning prosthetic.
Background: entor's belssing eventually went into business from himself and had quite a bit of success. He enjoys the nightlife parties and gala's always sampling the finest foods and pleasures while looking out for those who might be in need of a favor or avoiding pitfalls found in the big city just as someone once did for him. He made the decision to pack up his interests and leave Aian after he watched helplessly as a cabal of competing merchants spread rumour and enaged in sabotage of his Mentor, a kindly sweet woman who was fair in her dealings and treated all as equals, and watches as her shinign repuation was tarnished beyond repair and to the point that the town officials became involved. She took her own life (as far as Mareus knows, a body was never found) and her intersts were divided up among her rivals. With that, Mareus could no longer stand to associate himself with the mangy hound of merhcant who claimed to be fair and just to all. He remained pleasent but decided to seek out new horizons and opportunities, Mareus beleives in the ideal of democracy, but does not beleive that it will ever take root in the already too tainted soil of Aian orMilave, possibly he will find a community willing to give it a go in his travels, or settle down with a new business interest in a quiet corner of the world and start afresh.
Numenera
A Hideous Jack who Abuses Alchemy
Physical Description: The skin on Gavrin's face is damaged and withered, as if acid has marred the tissue repeatedly. This overdose of chemicals has left his skin a patchwork of normal, scarred, and raw flesh. His eyes gleam with a mixture of madness and intelligence, while his mouth twists in a cruel sneer. Cloaked in tattered garments, the filth and grime on his cloak match the corrosiveness of his personality.
Mannerisms: Gavrin is fiercely intelligent, yet his addiction has twisted his mind, making him bitter and misanthropic. He interacts with others only to further his obsession with alchemy or to feed his perverse amusement by inciting fear and disgust. He trusts no one, for he believes that everyone else is as manipulative and deceitful as he is. Gavrin often mutters to himself, recounting past experiments or concocting new, dangerous brews. He frequently touches his face, reminding himself of the cost of his pursuits, which serves both to ground him and to stoke the flames of his resentment.
Background: A self made jack. Garvin looked from an early age to the science and mysteries of the previous world but not the way that nanos who have a direct connection to these forces do, but through science. Garvin decided to experiment with chemicals both known and unknown, first on animals, but also on himself. One such experiment went horribly wrong, leaving him hideously and ghoulishly scarred. He makes no effort to hide his appearance and even secretly enjoys those who have to deal with it or attempt to work around it to get something from him. That something is typically the mixing of a common compound to heal, cure some minor affliction, poison a rival or cheating loved one, or even something a little more special or transformative. Sheulke will take shins in payment but is far far more interested in cyphers or iotum that he might use to further his studies and increase his own power, which is his main goal. If he must do something heroic or villianous to get it, hes fine either way, the ends justify the means for him.