CHARACTER HISTORY IS A GO.

GLOCKENSPIEL MCSTEELCHEST

CREATION: Amongst friends

Glock was made on an assembly line, one of many nearly identical to himself. During wartime, at that. So he had all sorts of neat little compartments in him to carry things, and generally do badass robot shit. Subroutines upon subroutines were contained within his brain on how to kick some serious ass, and take names.

However, something went very wrong when they were installing his personality. More than likely, some mischievious Goblin, or something similarily dirty and unwashed (perhaps a halfling) altered his programming.

As a result, Glock ended up being what many would call an organic being "mentally unstable", and it seemed like he both hated and loved EVERYTHING. He was very animated, despite only being able to speak in stilted robotic monotone. He often swore, and had all the tact of a bald angry midget.

So, he was a bit of an asshole.

This was why his makers all came to the conclusion that he was an abject failure, and threw him into the closest garbage receptical they could find.

And there he sat, for a very long time. All until he was accidentally reactivated by a young dwarf named Beardo The Hairy. The war he had been made for being long over, and not knowing what to do with his life, he decided to head to...community college.

(RELATIVELY) YOUNG ROBOTHOOD: Bending University

Not having any idea what younger robots did for jobs, Glock bummed around on the college circuit for some time before he decided to take up a trade. Bending girders. It seemed like an appropriately robot thing to do. He knew a guy once who did that. He often wondered what happened to that guy.

Oh well, might as well go for it. No use wasting all your cash and ending up with nothing but robot loans for years while working some minimum wage bullshit job.

And after several years, he had this little diploma. Which he promptly rolled up and stuck in his shoe, never to look at again.

As a certified graduate, he decided to go out looking for work in his chosen field.

OCCUPATION: Circus Attraction

Having a useless certification in a trade no one had a need for, (the lack of structures with girders in them was not something he thought of), Glock found it hard to find a job in his prefered area of expertise. Bouncing between employers for the better part of a few dozen months, he finally landed a job that would change his life.

He was a circus strong man.

"Step right up and fight the amazing SteelChest", the ring leader would say. "Win, and you get a fantastic prize! Tokens you can use to redeem at our prize arcade! Stuffed animals galore, and even some mutton on a stick".

But before he was allowed to fight any circus goers, he had to recite a little ditty.

"My name is Glock, I have metal joints. Beat me up and earn 15 silver points."

After repeating this many times, Glock began to realize he LIKED the singing part. So much so, in fact, that he took it up as a hobby, and even though he got in a lot of fist fights, his talent as a musician continued to grow.

Eventually, after saving up enough gold, he decided to pursue being a full time bard. After telling the circus master where he can shove his silver coloured tokens, he took off for ADVENTURE AND FUN.

Bonus: Endurance +2, for all the physical violence he had to endure.

Character History- GHETH MCGARNIGAL (of the southern McGarnigals)

GEOGRAPHY: Forest
It was Faerun, born and raised, and in the forest was where Gheth spent most of his days. When not busy with chores and his schooling, Gheth wandered into the woods near to his village. It was here that he earned his first appreciation for the seasons, and for Avandra's part in them. Although he'd be damned if he could tell someone which way tree moss points on a compass.


OCCUPATION: Scholar
Having lived in his parents' root cellar for the first 15 years of his life, Gheth decided it was time to strike out on his own after his hatchling school counselor suggested a career in the clergy. He feels satisfied with this career choice, though the letters from his parents concerning how often he contacts them on the ethereal plane feel suspiciously like guilt-trips.


RACIAL: Brush With the Past (and Future, why the hell not.)
Gheth was once told he resembled a Dragonborn traitor, a person who had betrayed his brood and had facilitated a massacre that was mentioned in passing in many dragonborn texts. Through research of his own, Gheth found that indeed he had an ancestor in this traitor. Of course, this knowledge had destructive potential for his personal life and among his friends. The draft manuscript for his tell-all book entitled, "Brush With the Past," would posthumously find its way into the hands of Brunswen Fernencully, renowned pretentiousician, and become a Baldur's Gate bestseller.

Insight +2 for leet research skills

Gentlemen, your wikis:

Gheth McGarnigal

Glockenspiel McSteelChest

This adventuring party is brought to you by the Letter G

Out of curiousity, what's inaccurate about mine, and what should I avoid using?

Dammit, I was hoping to use the faggots as bait, too.

ahahahahaha ignore that :(

I think the new characters should make an interesting change to the group dynamic and not just because between them Skills and Acer are pretty much guaranteed to get everyone killed within days.

The two newcomers seem a lot harder to kill than Bob and Soggy but the group has less in the way of effective ranged attacks and no more Jedi mind tricks to solve puzzles. I'm looking forward to seeing how things develop.

Personally I'm banking on the utility buff and a few of the ranged 5 or ranged 10 attacks. I'll just have to be really careful where I spend Cascade of Light.

I just noticed my initiative roll is 2. :(

We both have healing powers, I have a ranged attack that explodes heads when I tell goblins I fucked their mom with a broom, and I fully plan on making inventions to overcome the missing ranged burst attacks you had, homey.

I think we'll be fine.

Too bad Zerg. =(

Oh no, I wasn't suggesting you'll struggle without me, just that it'll be interesting to see what tactics you lot come up with and how many fights suddenly happen against archers hiding up walls in Pang's desperation to get me back to the top of the list again ;)

meanwhile I'm looking forward to how many bits of enemies Acer will wind up eating.

Archers? Hell, all I need is anything with an initiative better than 2.

Gonna have some rough opening rounds I tell you what

Game over. Acer wins. :(

:mad::mad::mad:

I'm sure the next few encounters will kill one of you, anyhow, no matter how well prepared you are.
http://www.grimmemennesker.dk/data/m...5636_large.jpg

Man, when can my archer [there'samoratoriumonhumanssoIdon'tknowwhatracetous e] will waltz right in!

You should go for an Orc or Goblin, Zerg. Then everyone could shun you and call you names until you managed to save all their lives and be a hero and really popular like in an American Teen movie.

Edit: Came here before reading the main thread, fucking hell Acer that's post of the year material.

I fear that without any dwarves around the group will never do anything besides make skill checks.

I actually thought about taking the initiative, but I didn't know if the cleric should be the one leading the party into battle.

I guess with our party the way it is, made up of so many rear-quarters fighters, it doesn't really matter.

So, Pango.

Regarding uhhh...materials science.

Blacksmiths know iron. Easy enough.

They also know bronze, so tin and copper.

Do they know zinc, and subsequently brass?

This is in regards to later inventin'

There are a handful of brass items in the Compendium, so I'd be inclined to say that brass is available.

I stop reading for a few days and suddenly wham. Acer makes the post of the century.

Nice.

I was expecting a rather more bloodthirsty leadership battle actually but Skexis seems to have taken the role on with a minimum of fuss and got straight down to the important business of leading the others to almost certain death without doing any preparation work first.

It's like the spirits of the original horde are there, guiding him along. Don't forget that the best way to open strange doors is have whoever's wearing the least armour kick it in.

I'll put myself back in character queue as well, I think. I haven't looked at the first page of this thread in a long time and I'm kind of like a kid in a candy store with all these ridiculous looking races.

One day we need to either have an all kobold party or an all corgi party. =)

Yeah, Pang. I don't know if you added me back in when I died, but I'd appreciate being back in the queue.