I didn't remember the site I used to make the sheet for a game I was going to join until scheduling conflicts arose until I looked at another character sheet for reference. Here is my sheet for Caewyse. I don't have anything for the leshy companion yet as I'm unclear on how that works, and I need to flesh out some of the description stuff, but this should be enough to go on for now.
I don't have a character sheet made up, as I'm new to the system, but I've read the Player's guide and have the core rulebook PDF and have an idea for my character.
My idea for my character is an elf druid who was living in the forest to the south of the starting town, taking no sides in the war that happened decades prior, just keeping the forest from suffering too much from the conflict. And then the fire broke out. She was caught in the blaze, though the forest found a way to keep her alive. The blaze scarred her, hardened her like pottery in a kiln, and she now has a no small hatred for most human beings and goblins alike. She aggressively defends what she has now decided is her forest and is working to aid in its recovery.
Then the dreams start coming, dreams of fire and smoke and ash centered around a small village to the north of the nation she lives in, near the mountains. She has no love of human society, but she knows that if the fire starts there, it could well spread, as the visions tell her that the source is unnatural. So she goes north, leaving her forests for a time until she can bring such a threat to an end.
I do know she's a Woodland elf and her druidic order is the Leaf, but I may need help putting the character together, mechanically. Her background is the Haunting Vision.
Hi! I'm James. I'm a cis/het male. I like writing characters of all kinds, but I feel a certain reluctance when I write and play a female-presenting character because I'm concerned I may be playing into stereotypes or potentially misrepresenting the experience of female-presenting individuals. I don't want to cause offense or make people uncomfortable. I'm not asking for someone to tell me it's okay, rather I'm asking for advice to avoid the pitfalls of playing into stereotypes or falling into the classic "men writing women" tropes you see in most fantasy and sci-fi.
One thing I've been doing is avoiding gender in the writing process until I'm deciding on appearance, leaving it out of the backstory entirely until I'm finalizing the minor details, but that comes with the concern of erasure and omitting someone's gender identity can be as harmful as misrepresenting it, as gender is a big part of life.
I would love to hear what you folks think and how I can improve my RP in a meaningful way. Is even asking this insensitive? I hope that this can be a productive discussion with as little trolling and namecalling as possible. Thanks so much, and I hope you have a good one!
My biggest hurdle right now is figuring out how it would work, be it a high-tech delivery system ala "Taxi Driver," or if it's a system built into his arm that takes the weapon from within his forearm and actuates it up to his waiting palm. My Gm even suggested maybe it comes out of his hand, but I'm not entirely sure how to implement it. Purely for RP and description's sake.
So, I've decided to play an Android Operative in a game of Starfinder and I was looking at the upgrade slot. I'm considering using a Quick Release Sheath as the upgrade his person. How would that work? I imagine that it would be similar to the reboot of Robocop, but I was thinking that his weapon (the tactical semi-automatic pistol) would come from his arm instead and be delivered to his hand. Thoughts?
So, one of the requirements of being a druid is reverence of nature, however the urban Druid archetype doesn't live among the natural world. Further, the character Luma in the novel "Blood of the City" doesn't seem to hold any reverence for nature any more than her half siblings. However, she does seem to be in tune with what she calls the "citysong," a plot device used to show her connection to the city. Does something like this replace a reverence for nature, sort of a love of your city? I ask because I'm playing in the Hell's Rebel's AP, which takes place in Kintargo primarily. Thanks!
As Kalvek and Savidus are pulling the trash away, Hakkar sits off to the side untill the smell hits him from a newly excavated sack that has maggots crawling out of it. He then trots over to Prevara's side to help keep watch. Meanwhile Kalvek is trying to hold down the meal Janiven just gave them as he pulls handfull after handful of refuse away.
Kalvek holds the trapdoor open, and motions for Nesswen, Prevara and Yuki to go first. He barks to Hakkar in Orcish (the only language the wolf understands). Hakkar runs and jumps at Kalvek and he catches the wolf and puts him over his broad shoulders. After the three are down, the half-orc takes one last look at Janiven and Savidus. Good luck, and don't wait too long. I will look after them." As he jumps down, Hakkar barks at the pair as well, as if he were wishing them luck too.
Kalvek grabs his scythe very quickly for someone his size, and whips it into a readied position. Whispering something in Orcish, he nods toward the opposite side of the door, and Hakkar slinks over to the indicated spot quickly and silently. Looking around the room nervously, his eyes settle on Janiven. "Is this, what is the word, a trap? And if so, are we the bait or are you?"
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Wouldnt that be more of a Knowledge (nobility)?
Kalvek takes a deep breath, and speaks in broken Common. "I am Kalvek, son of Gronnash, of the Bloodspear tribe. Yes, it is an orc tribe. Don't judge them badly, we are peaceful, we are exiles from our tribe for not embracing war as they did. There was a bad thing in our tribe. Plants died. Childern died. My-" Stops mid sentence, as if he were choking on his words. "My son died. I was told to find the cause of the badness, I followed it here." Trying to regain his composure, he leaned back, pinching the bridge of his nose and reaching to pet Hakkar.
Kalvek looks around the room, seeing the elf scoot away from the human in plate, at their host,who was quietly eating, and than to Prevara, as she wolfs down her food, and then down at Hakkar, who is patientl begging for scraps. Raising an eyebrow he said in Orcish, "You know the rules, wait 'till I'm done." Hakkar lays down with his head on the floor, and sighs deeply. Kalvek laughs slightly and eats some more, saving some of his meat for the wolf.
Kalvek looks at the hooded woman standing before him, squints a bit, and seeing inside the hood, he stands and takes her hand surprisingly gently, which is small in comparison to his own, and bows slightly. "I am Kalvek of the Bloodspear tribe. We are somewhere outside of this city. I'm sure you under...understand?" He pauses as if asking if the word was correct. "...that I cannot say where, men hate my brothers." Peering once more into her hood, he lowers his voice. "Where are you from, that you hide in a hood inside. You are not dis...disfigured?" He pauses again. "Is it to hide your..." Looks around quickly and whispers, aware that if she is hooded, she is clearly hiding something, and he doesn't want to give her secret away. "...horns?"
**Stares at the woman for a moment, then gathers his things. In broken common, he replies,** Yes, I will be there. **He then whistles for Hakkar, and leaves the tavern, heading to a park. As the specified time approcahes, once mor he gathers his belongings, but doesn't have to whistle for his wolf, for Hakkar was already by his side. Using his scythe as a walking stick, he makes his way towards the meeting place. He arrives a little late, (cities confuse him)but not too late. Looking around expectantly, his eyes meet with those of a hooded figure, but only briefly.** Sorry I am late, big city. *And as if to accentuate that point, he holds his arms out, as if he were talking about a fish he caught. He finds a chai, and sits, slightly removed from the group, but within earshot.**