A set of character responses to situations or questions (or anything else :D), trying to create an outline to understand what type of an answer or response your character (or an NPC for that matter) can give.
Character quirks can be little exercises in roleplaying that make things fun for the player. They can also have major game implications if the character is faced with a dilemma where two of their values come in conflict. Here are 101 player character quirks that can be used in many different types of settings. These quirks vary from small quirks (small effect on game play) to big quirks (potentially large effect on game play).
Player 5's Pc's
Player 4's Pc's
Player 2's three pc's for The Guild Game
Last two PC's to complete one players group of three for The Guild Game.
This orc rides into battle with the same ferocity as the Horseman of War.
There are plenty of resources available to help detail characters. I wanted a way to organize and present those details in play naturally.
" Not all arrows hit their target, and not all bows are designed to make the arrow flew farther, but not all targets can evade, if you do it right... " - Pra'Eimus
If the Misshapen have Arfthar, Bura and Xasmir. Then the human have Suhym, Sufyn and Suhyl, the Dragons of Ashantar...
A warrior that never tremble, a warrior that always line forward, a warrior that always spearheading the battle. His bravery is unimaginable... It's Valadaar, the Hand of Ashantar...
The Creator had created Impthus out of the very essence of light itself. And so do all of his fellow followers. The Athlran glow endlessly, no matter where they are. They have a pair of white wings and their form radiates bright light, as the High Heaven itself.
At the beginning of life, before the Living World was created, the Creator had created only Felenthur and Impthus, that he made them both as brothers. One with the heart of darkness and one with the heart of light. Impthus was given the High Heaven with the Orb of Light. While, Felenthur was given the scorching plains, where soon, he transformed the plains into the Burning Hell as soon as he managed to made a plea to the Creator. A plea which he asked to create an ally for him. Thus, the Demon Princess and Princesses were born into the Burning Hell.
A quote from my solo campaign that really got me thinking about how players perceive Npcs.
Does your players treat your precious Npcs like nothing but obstacles, exploits and cannon fodder, whether they are gelatinous cubes or humans?
And if so, what can we do to change it?
In a world where mutant powers are real, not everyone can be a Storm, Cyclops or Wolverine. Here's a list of super powers for those who were a little less lucky. They probably won't want to be sharing them anytime soon.
Armour should not just be for protection. It should tell a story, your story!
Seven things I've learned about NPCs
A collection of everyone's current characters!
Having remembered our first character’s, how many remember your favorite love? That character that will always travel with you in stories to every game session? The one that taught you how to role-play, or the one that brought the most laughs?
Love and the pursuit of love makes up a huge part of a person’s life, but it is often absent from game-play. Love is also often seen as a player‘s choice, but in drama and mythology love is often something that grips a character and can inspire them or cripple them. Perhaps love should affect a character’s dice roles and perception of reality.
The old clock tower stands tall, but the bulk of the uppermost storey is crumbling and unsafe, with gaping cracks in the walls. The metal struts and girders supporting the great bronze bells are still intact, though, and the bells survive. The grotesque gargoyles and arabesques which decorated the original design have either fallen into the street (once or twice a year more bricks fall from the tower, prompting calls for its demolition) or have been defaced, but the main doors to the clock tower are still intact and show signs of being kept in working order. This is the home of The Captains, clad in raggedy clothes, with sooty faces, and perpetually runny noses. But behind each set of eyes is the look of a survivor. They live to stick together and make it through each day. Older than their years in many ways, the friendship they share with each other and Wims ghost keeps the core of a childs innocence and hope alive in each. But they are still very suspicious of outsiders. They are a group of street children who live in the clock tower. Some are orphans, some runaways, and some nomads who occasionally return to their homes. But they’re all poor, dirty and perpetually hungry, as well as being wily, unscrupulous and mischievous in a fairly brutal way. Enough of them have suffered at the hands of adults for all of them to be wary of any grown-ups, particularly ones who ask too many questions, although with hard work and a lot of food it might be possible to win the confidence or even the trust of a few of them.