I have decided to attempt to write my own fanfiction about a Half-elf adventurer named Astarael (kudos to those who know where that name came from). I write this fanfiction from the perspective of a veteran D&D player but i have never written much outside of essays and the first chapter of a rather crappy novel. Not to say I'm a bad writer, I recently got nominated for some award for having the best written essay in my class *cough cough giant ego cough cough* and have had to write many backstories for characters of DND, oblivion, even minecraft at one point. as of now this is just an idea I had 5 minutes ago. I welcome ideas and input of any kind, yes even those shouting at me not to do this, but please, try to give a good reason for your suggestions.
Here are character biographies of the two main characters, Astarael and horace.
Character biography for astarael
Race; half-elf
Name: Astarael Korlac
Birthplace: Heavenly aurora Monastery, in the isolated Zengyu Mountain range
Parents: Krom Korlac, Human male (deceased) and Autumn Korlac, Elven female
Age: 32 years (19 human years)
Back story: Astarael was born into his training; he is the only son of 2nd Zealot Krom Korlac, a master assassin and fateful devotee of the raven queen. His mother Autumn is the surgeon general for the monastery, her poultices and magic have saved the lives of many of the order’s guildsmen. However, she could not save the life of her husband after he was ambushed by a group of gnolls. Their toxic arrows hit him time and time again and it was three days before he stumbled back to camp, Autumn was anxious for him to return, he could tell him the wonderful news of her pregnancy, but when he got to her he was unconscious from poison, his only surviving comrade carrying him back to the monastery and nearly killing himself in the process. Autumn worked furiously to save him, but it was of no use. The poison had reached his brain before she could treat him and he died soon after he was brought back to camp. Astarael grew up without a true father but he did have a father figure, Horace McCallahan, the last surviving member of his father’s party. Horace joined the order late and served as a bodyguard, he clunked around in plate armor and hewed through his foes with a great sword, not the kind of man you wanted sneaking around castle corridors with you, but great in skirmishes. Astarael grew to be a shy, reserved fellow, he had but one friend; Horace, and spent many hours in either the library or the training grounds during his free time. Astarael is a cold person, but vastly less so around his mother and Horace. Astarael has never been on a true mission outside the monastery before, he is very nervous to see what wonders await him away from the temple.
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Deity: The Raven Queen
Statistics (note, these are just for reference, they do not play any role in determining the outcome of a fight)
Str. 13
Con. 10
Dex. 19
Int. 15
Wis. 15
Cha. 8
Character Biography for Horace
Race: Elf
Name: Horace McCallahan
Birthplace: Verdantia, Capital city of The Emerald Empire
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Parents: father unknown, Tanisa of the quays, Elven female.
Age: 118 (26 human years)
Back story: born to a low class prostitute and left in an orphanage taught Horace one thing; survival of the fittest. Horace left the orphanage as soon as he could and began work as a city guard n the rough-and-tumble docks of Verdantia. His skill with a great sword caught the eye of one Krom Korlac, who offered him a way out of the shabby droll life of a city guard, he eagerly accepted. When he reached the monastery he trained hard to become the best bodyguard he could. Horace and Krom grew to be almost brothers; Horace was Krom’s best man at the wedding and the two refused to travel separately, Autumn named him the godfather when she heard Krom might not make it and Horace gladly accepted the role of Astarael’s mentor and protector, though he grew quickly by elven standards. Many would have withdrawn into themselves from these hardships but Horace also learned the value of good friends, he still remembers the times each of his watchmates took their turn on wall patrol with him and what they were like. Horace is a big softy at heart, but only around friends and good company, whe things turn serious, no one has their sword in the air faster that Horace.
Alignment: Chaotic good
Deity: none that he is reverent to, but he gives homage to the raven queen as it is required by members of the monastery.
Statistics
Str. 18
Con. 16
Dex. 11
Int. 9
Wis. 9
Cha. 13
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