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I made a D&D character, a Tiefling rogue named Makeria Emdride!
This was my first time designing a character for D&D, and I had my first game last Sunday.
Name: Makeria Emdride
Age: 21 (Birthday was 3/28/1XXX)
Race: Tiefling
Class: Rogue
Birthplace: She was born in her family’s cottage, and the birth was administered by her father.
Background: Thief
Motivation: She wants to prove to others that she's more than just her lineage; she wants to prove that she's good. She also wants to find herself, and who she really is as a person.
Family: Makeria has a mom, dad, older twin brother, and a younger sister. Her mom, dad, and her younger sister were murdered when Makeria was eleven, but her brother’s fate remains unknown. Since she doesn’t want to give herself false hope, she believes that her brother also died.
Mom: Nemeia Emdride (Status: Dead)
Dad: Melech Emdride (Status: Dead)
Twin Brother: Ekemon “Eren” Emdride (Status: Unknown, but Makeria believes that he’s dead). He and Makeria were extremely close, and were practically inseparable.
Younger Sister (Two years younger): Orianna “Anna” Emdride (Status: Dead). Orianna was pretty much Makeria’s shadow, following her everywhere she went.
Childhood: Makeria didn't have many friends growing up, partly due to being a Tiefling, another part due to being a thief, and also because of being shy. In order to learn, she looked into the windows of schools, and tried to listen. This worked until someone caught her. After this, she learned what she needed to know through news scraps that people threw out, and by sneaking into her town’s library, often taking her siblings with her. Although the librarian eventually found out, she gave them a quiet place to read, away from the stares of everyone else. Up until she was eleven, she had a somewhat happy childhood with her brother, sister, and parents. When Makeria was eleven, a group of humans and their dogs broke into the family’s cottage, and murdered her parents, and her sister. Makeria and Ekemon were the only ones who escaped the cottage, and Ekemon devised a plan that they would go in seperate directions so the humans would have a hard time catching them. After a tearful goodbye, they parted ways.
Origin: Until Makeria was eleven, she never had to worry about money. When she was eleven, she was on her own, and she had to get what she needed by stealing. She originally tried to get an honest job, but she was rejected due to being a Tiefling, and also due to being somewhat insociable. She tried to stop stealing, but she keeps running into situations where she needs money. Makaria feels that if she was better off, she wouldn't have stolen.
Strengths: Intelligent, resourceful, artistic.
Weaknesses/Flaws: Insocialable, careless, deceptive.
Favorite Foods: Cheese, bread, potatoes.
https://novadreamer648.tumblr.com/post/633774581118844928/i-made-a-dd-character-a-tiefling-rogue-named
I tried to sculpt Makeria, my Dungeons and Dragons character, out of clay. Since making legs was hard, I made her wear a dress instead!
This was my first attempt at making a figurine out of clay, but I really like how she turned out!
This was a submission that I made to the @yourplayersaidwhat blog.
How to Escape a Blood Sacrifice
Context:
Our group was sailing a ship, and after getting attacked by a bunch of Invisible Stalkers (which we all lost to), our ship sunk. Now, we were split up, with the Aasimar Monk and the Tiefling Rogue (Me) being used in a blood sacrifice to revive a Bone Naga (we found out about the Bone Naga part at the end of the session), while the Dragonborn Barbarian and the Aarakocra (I don’t know his class, he’s an NPC) had to dodge past a bunch of guards. We’ll be focusing on the blood sacrifice.
Rogue (after the Monk accidently pressed a button that made the chains that they were bound to bind them tighter, alerting the guard):
Nice going, [monk’s name]!
Monk:
But I didn’t even know that the button would do that!
Guard (getting fed up):
Be quiet. We eventually found out that the guard had keys on his belt, and we reached the conclusion (with the DM’s help) that one of us should try to annoy the guard, while the other tries to steal the keys. The Monk, with the higher sleight of hand, decided to steal the keys, while I had to annoy the guard. First, the Monk wanted to annoy the guard by quoting a meme.
Monk:
Every sixty seconds in Africa, a minute passes.
Guard:
Shut up.
DM:
You do know that Africa technically doesn’t exist in D&D, right? So the fact that your character made up a fictional continent to distract the guard is pretty impressive. Now that we got the guard’s attention again, we put our plan into motion.
Me:
I’m going to read the Bee Movie Script.
Barbarian’s Player:
What?
Monk’s Player:
*laughing*
DM:
You’re actually gonna do it?
Me:
Yup. I pulled up the Bee Movie script online, and began to read from it, as if my character was saying it.
Everyone:
She’s gonna do it (or some variation of that while laughing)!
Rogue (not knowing where she’s getting this stuff from, and saying it while giggling):
According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don’t care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let’s shake it up a little…Hallelujah! (I spoke until the Hallelujah! line)
Guard (absolutely tired of both of us):
ENOUGH! (He then stuffs dirty rags into the Monk’s and the Rogue’s mouths) While stuffing my mouth, he has his back towards the Monk, who was able to get the keys. When he wasn’t looking, she freed herself, and tried to free me. Since I kept rolling low rolls, I got the attention of a bunch of guards. When I finally freed myself, we made a run for it, not knowing that we could’ve been used in a blood sacrifice.
Makeria got a new pet, a boar named Blackberry. The group suggested that Blackberry's attacks be dealt in "cuteness" damage.
These are drawings that I did based on our last D&D session!
Makeria was literally murdered by a single mean flumph but escaped by bull**** deus ex machinas.
Tragic past generator! Roll a d6 for each line.
Your character was: Kicked| Tickled| Placed in a big bin| Called rude but not too hurtful names| Flipped off| Literally murdered
By
The Big Bad| The Big Good| The PBRGPG idea mods| all 8 billion people on Earth| You, the player| A Single Mean Flumph
But escaped by
Digging through the flood with a spoon| Just leaving through the unlocked door| Asking politely| Bullshit Deus Ex Machinas| Horses| Waking up and seeing it was all a dream
Here's another post that I submitted to the blog!
"Thanks!"
Our group consisted of a Dragonborn Barbarian, an Aasimar Monk, a Warforged Paladin (NPC), and a Tiefling Rogue (me) with a pet boar. The barbarian and the monk had to go to a store to stock up on supplies, while I stayed behind with the paladin to keep an eye on the boar.
Paladin: Hey, [rogue’s name]! Do you know how to whistle?
Rogue: …
DM: [my IRL name], try whistling in real life!
Me: Okay. [fails miserably at whistling].
DM: [paladin’s name] and [rogue’s name] fail miserably at whistling, so they decide to try something else.
Paladin: Can you snap your fingers?
The paladin is struggling with snapping his fingers, due to being a Warforged.
Rogue: Okay, sure.
In real life, I snapped my fingers, which, unlike the whistling, I was actually decent at.
Paladin: Whoa, [rogue’s name], you’re really good at finger snapping!
Rogue: Thanks, it took me twelve years to master!
In real life, I learned about finger snapping when I was in elementary school, and I had such a hard time doing it, until I started high school, when I finally got the hang of it.
The entire table lost it.
This was another thing that I submitted to the blog!
Keep the Secret!
Context: The Aasimar Monk turned into her Aasimar form in order for us to win a fight. The Dragonborn Barbarian and the Tiefling Rogue were already aware of her being an Aasimar. However, the Warforged Paladin wasn’t aware of this. This Paladin is powered by a stone given to us by one of the gods.
Paladin: Wow! You’re an Aasimar?
Monk: Yup.
Paladin: That’s so cool! I bet you met a lot of gods, like, [lists off the gods that he looks up to].
Barbarian: By the way, the stone on your chest was gifted to us by one of the gods!
Paladin: Wow, really? Let me see it!
He then reaches for the stone in his chest.
Rogue (frantically): No! that stone powers-
The Paladin then removes the stone from his chest, thus turning him off.
Monk: We need to pretend as if it was just a dream, so that he doesn’t shut down again.
We cleaned up the enemies, and the Monk and Rogue, who took some nasty hits, healed up, although it was kinda obvious that we got hurt in some way.
When we were ready, the Barbarian put the stone back into the Paladin.
Paladin (when powered on, turns to Monk): You’re an Aasimar, that’s awesome!
Monk (denying everything): Huh? What’re you talking about? I’m just a Halfling.
Barbarian: Yeah, you must’ve been dreaming.
Paladin: You’re all hurt, what happened to you? (I rolled badly…)
Barbarian: Well…well…[Monk’s name] thought that it would be funny to tie me up, and…and…
Rogue: I swooped in to save him, but…
Monk: We all fell in the end, and now we got hurt!
Paladin (healing us): You have to be more careful!
He then notices the stone on his chest, and removes it. He powers off.
It turned into a cycle of us putting the stone back him, and him taking it back out. On the third time he turned back on. The Rogue put her hand on the site of the stone (the chest), to keep him from taking it out.
Paladin: What’re you doing?
Rogue: Nothing!
Monk (ooc): In real life, had he been a human, this would’ve been pretty weird…
Paladin (completely oblivious): Why didn’t you say that you wanted a hug, I would’ve been willing to give you one!
He then gave the Rogue a really strong hug, which wasn’t really wise, since the Rogue had a mental breakdown a little while prior.
He still doesn’t know that the Monk was actually an Aasimar.
This was another thing that I submitted to the blog, complete with a drawing!
Context: The Warforged Paladin (NPC) usually has a mini ritual that burns the bodies of the enemies we defeated, and prays for them to have a nice afterlife (We’re not allowed to loot the bodies). He usually says the prayers in Infernal, a language that only I, the Tiefling Rogue, could understand. This time, he hoped for our enemies to get a cruel punishment. Before he could reveal why he does this, the Dragonborn Barbarian is shocked at how badly I draw dragonborns.
Rogue: Hey, I noticed that you didn’t hope for our enemies to have a nice afterlife, like you usually do. Why is that the case?
Paladin: Well, you see, it’s because-
Barbarian (ooc): OH MY GOD, is that supposed to be me?!
He was looking at a drawing of the group that I did on a dry-erase board, which I sent on Discord (we were on a Discord call doing this)
Rogue (ooc): I’m sorry…dragonborns are just hard to draw!
Barbarian (ooc): It’s okay, but [Barbarian’s Name] looks like a cow!
The drawing that the Barbarian was talking about: (left to right: Warforged Paladin, Aasimar Monk, Dragonborn Barbarian. “Makeria” is offscreen, and represents the Tiefling Rogue)
Based on the fact that at the time of making the drawing, Hydra was the stronger of the two characters that I played (she was Level 15 and Makeria was Level 4).
As of now, this was now disproven (by a Level 17 character).
I made Makeria into a hypothetical sticker!
Perry and Makeria look at stars!
Have some more Ranin doodles!
The link to the speeddraw is above!
My friends and I joked about what would happen if our characters/NPCs were turned into marketable plushies.