| Full
Name |
Michael/ Moredread25 |
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| Race |
Human |
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| Classes/Levels |
Fighter/Bard/Ranger |
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| Gender |
Male |
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| Size |
M |
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| Age |
19 |
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| Special Abilities |
Abilty to wast time at one second per second |
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| Alignment |
NG |
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| Deity |
Unitarian Universalist Atheist |
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| Location |
From Winchester MA, currently residing Roanoke College |
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| Languages |
English, poor, poor latin |
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| Occupation |
Student/ Writer |
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| Strength |
10 |
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| Dexterity |
12 |
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| Constitution |
11 |
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| Intelligence |
12 |
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| Wisdom |
16 |
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| Charisma |
12 |
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About Michael Pidacks 72
Hi, I'm Michael. I'm not using too many layers of who I am on the internet. I've played many a person in D&D, all men, because I have this theorey about why some men play women, and it's far too long to explain. I've played, I've DMed, I've taken part in actions that have resulted in dropping a Royal Palce on top of a fortress of evil, had people travel though time, and come up and been part of enough plot twists to make one loose track of it all. My proudest D&D related events are these: I got a letter published in Dragon 331, and tricked my best friend's (female) character into drinking a love potion after he had stepped out of the room to relive himself, and getting back, he (she) drank what I offered her (him). It worked, and the bard's unrequited love was finally fufilled, until she threw up when my friend's other character punched her in the gut with a STR of 22; by the way he was a gnome. To this day the bard pines for his love, and she just punches him in the face whenever he brings up the incident. Enamored my ass.