I leave you with Vash, the halfing bard/swashbuckler with something to prove about his folk. He is light-hearted, a bit of a prankster, and has a fear of ghosts(though don't let him hear you say it!). He'll drink even a dwarf under the table (even if he follows after him). Quick to crack a joke, and has a love of puns. That said, he has a sore spot for being mistaken as a child, and so has grown a full goatee to nip any such thoughts in the bud. He also has a sore spot if you try to mock his height. (more of fed up with it, being short is no shortcoming! hehe sorry, bit O' vash coming out there)
Actually I will be submitting vashy here. I will have to scale him back but its a good "progression" of what I will be taking. Inspired blade swashbuckler. (Haven't touched his stats yet)
The background is short and sweet, however I can add more if you wish.
Hey, ho, to the bottle I go,
To heal my heart and drown my woe!
Rain may fall and wind may blow,
But there still beeeeee many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain,
And stream that falls from hill to plain!
Better than rain or rippling brook,
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!
Strange and dark is the world outside,
But in the pub we've naught to hide!
With lots of ale, and barley wine,
This evenin' is surpassin' fine!
Harvest's in and cold without,
An' hobbits strong are hobbits stout!
Naught to fear, and naught to think,
For hobbits nowwww have ale to drink!
The land lays right down to sleep,
In slumber long and slumber deep!
Hushed be hobbit lass and lad,
With faces plump and faces glad!
A land of peace and a hobbit hole
And in a pouch a pipeweed roll!
Never falter, never fear,
For the Land will always be here!
oye, I'll tell ya what I will, hows about we sing a song to pass the time? No? well alright then, your loss ya bloody giants. How bout's a round on me? Yeah, I thought That'd get people cheering.
Hey GM. I'm here, I wonder if I could swap to the ACG swashbuckler class? I have a gnome here with a very similar personality to the character I first offered but is more humourous
why are all the tall people always so .... Daft. This ain't naught but milk ya ninny! But whatcha mean ya can't drink alcohol? Your religion or somethin? Hey barkeep! A drink for my friend here! He sounds parched as a beached whale!
perhaps Vash will be of service, However I submitted him to another game, and will be withdrawing (though replacing him with another) should he be accepted, however, if he is selected her first, the reverse is true.
if you are a bit uncomfortable with this, I can easily apply with someone else!
ok, does that look any better? also, I was hoping you would allow me to use slashing grace with the rapier to fit the character, otherwise I would probably use a longsword but...
gonna be honest, I have the flu and a sinus infection, and while I have been attempting to keep my mind off it via shenanigans such as the internet, youtube, and sleep, It helps only so much, so I cannot say I have the energy to learn a new class (oracle), so I will stick with vash, who I feel fits into any campaign fairly well.
aside from that, I am considering a war priest, but at the moment have not the energy to write a story for him.
This little hafling will provide much need but whooping and comic relief!
Vash walks into a pub, his rapier hanging from his belt, the blade almost as long as he is tall.
as he makes his way to the bar, a half orc mercenary laughs at him.
HAHA! are you sure one so small should wield that long a blade? I think perhaps you should put it down before you hurt yourself! he and his friends laugh for several moments, Vash, merely smiles and peers out under his wide brimmed hat.
In a flash of steel and magnificent facial hair, Vash is standing atop the table, his blade tip right in the half orcs face.
My good friend, perhaps you would care to rephrase that last statement, before this good little halfing finds it humorous to de-man an orc in front of his friends.
once again Vash merely peers out from under his hat, his eyes full of vigor and certainty, letting all know he would keep true to his words.
The half orc merely stammers, unsure of what to do, the tip of a rapier resting merely inches away form his face.
Vash lets out a chuckle. On second thought, if you call me daddy, I might forgive you. comon then mr. tough guy, call this halfing daddy.
the half orc's pride gets the better of him, his face contorts with anger as he tries to get up and reach for the pint sized menace infront of him.
Vash merely sighs, wrong choice mate
then promptly places his boot into the orcs face sending him toppling over backwards. The half orc merely sits there in a daze, the print of the halfing's boot showing clearly on his face.
Vash then swipes his hat from his head, and sweeps it in a wide arc bring his arm across his chest as he bows simultaneously, to the rest of the tavern goers, his blade arm out behind him pointing the tip up.
he hops off the table and continues on his way to the bar.
Bartender! cup of milk if you please!
however, if you wish for there to be no comic relief (based on the atmosphere, though I always find a bit of humour in character to be good) I have other ideas.
Vash demands that the little people be respected! The little ones shall rise up! The little ones shall rise up! And rule the other guys! Because we have beards, we are tough guys! The little ones shall rise!
Vash walks into a pub, his rapier hanging from his belt, the blade almost as long as he is tall.
as he makes his way to the bar, a half orc mercenary laughs at him.
HAHA! are you sure one so small should wield that long a blade? I think perhaps you should put it down before you hurt yourself! he and his friends laugh for several moments, Vash, merely smiles and peers out under his wide brimmed hat.
In a flash of steel and magnificent facial hair, Vash is standing atop the table, his blade tip right in the half orcs face.
My good friend, perhaps you would care to rephrase that last statement, before this good little halfing finds it humorous to de-man an orc in front of his friends.
once again Vash merely peers out from under his hat, his eyes full of vigor and certainty, letting all know he would keep true to his words.
The half orc merely stammers, unsure of what to do, the tip of a rapier resting merely inches away form his face.
Vash lets out a chuckle. On second thought, if you call me daddy, I might forgive you. comon then mr. tough guy, call this halfing daddy.
the half orc's pride gets the better of him, his face contorts with anger as he tries to get up and reach for the pint sized menace infront of him.
Vash merely sighs, wrong choice mate
then promptly places his boot into the orcs face sending him toppling over backwards. The half orc merely sits there in a daze, the print of the halfing's boot showing clearly on his face.
Vash then swipes his hat from his head, and sweeps it in a wide arc bring his arm across his chest as he bows simultaneously, to the rest of the tavern goers, his blade arm out behind him pointing the tip up.
he hops off the table and continues on his way to the bar.
