"Welcome warrior." A low voice speaks to you. Where is it coming from, you wonder. Slowly you sit up in your bed. You look around the room. Nothing is there. You think that maybe you were only dreaming.
"You are called upon once again to rid the world of a perilous evil." You search your room again, not knowing what you will find. Nothing appears.
"You, and others like you, are called. The world is in need of your help."
Questionably you ask, "Who are you?" Where are you, you think to yourself.
The low voice rumbles again, louder this time, "You are needed…" Quietly it repeats itself, "You are needed…" The voice disappears altogether.
A sharp pain begins to form on the inside of your skull. You try to stop it at first, but then you give into the pressure. You feel as though your mind is being invaded, everything about your person is brought forth into your awareness. You recall everything that you have done in your life, past to present. Old faces, friends, lovers, people you have encountered upon the streets, you see before you. You recall old adventures long forgotten, and things that you wish you could forget.
This is what you see:
Who you are and where you came from, a.k.a. Background (as detailed as possible):
What is your alignment (good, evil, neutral):
What do you like:
What do you dislikes:
Slowly you get up out of bed. You walk over to the mirror in your inn room. You see yourself and yet you see more.
Race:
Gender:
Name:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Eye color:
Hair color:
Any other distinguishing features:
Hurriedly you dress. Picking up your weapons in the wake as you rush out the door.
Clothing description:
Choose your weapons: (i.e. armor counts a weapons)
Not knowing what is out there, something terrible you feel. Something so terrible you choose to run instead of fight. You go over in your mind what it is that you can do to stop this creature if you had to face him.
What are your special skills:
Tell me your weaknesses:
Tell me your strengths:
Running down the street you feel awkward that you, a skilled person would be running from demons in your own mind. You glance behind you; nothing is there.
What could have come over you? Just then you see it, a hideous creature with claws and tentacles, too gruesome to even look at. You turn away, and begin to run again.
Thinking only of death, your death, you flee the village and run into the wilderness…
Describe five ways to your character can die:
You continue to run, into the forest you go, not knowing what is to come upon you.
What do you do?