Arc'teryx

Dragonborn Independent Music Artist

Description:

Basic Info

  • Dragonborn
  • Chaotic Neutral
  • Character Level 2
    • Bard 1
    • Barbarian 1
  • Male, age 15, 6’6", 315lbs
Bio:

Recent Developments

Third Pig’s the Charm

Sammy the pig got stole by a tiny dragon, Gertrude. Then Gerty ate Trenton the pig, too. Clearly dragons and pigs were not meant for eachother. But Arc’teryx knows that every epic tale needs unlikely allies, so he decided to give friendship a try with Abercrombie, the chillest lil’ piglet this side of The Tear. Together with Trogdor and a handful of redshirts, the adventures continue!

Bardbarian

His rapid attachment to his Dragonborn “brother” Trogdor and his repeated experiences following Trogdor into battle to tell his epic tale have had an interesting effect on Arc’teryx. In the short time they’ve been allied, the barbarian’s habits and tendency to rush into battle or any other sort of trouble have begun to influence the bard’s own decisions and actions. While what’s at the end of it may not be as explosive as Trogdor’s, Arc’teryx’s fuse grows steadily shorter, and his antics more bold and bizarre.

Background: Entertainer

His earliest memories are of the nights spent fireside with the troupe of human performers who comprised what he accepted as his family. Raised to perform for nobles and common folk alike, deep in human lands, he would become a spectacle as much for his developing musical talents as his intimidating presence. Over the years, he struggled to piece together an understanding of his own kind through the exaggerated and often fictitious stories told by the other performers. He eventually became a ridiculous caricature of his race, a rust-colored Dragonborn musician adorned in leathers and tribal paints and bands, yet subconsciously driven to reach the potential latent in his blood. His musical talents reached uncanny heights among his peers, his performances imbued with what could only have been some kind of magic. With time, a wanderlust began to stir within him…

At the age of 13, he grew more and more weary of retelling the same old tales. His troupe was content to earn their way around the land, inventing adventures or embellishing third or fourth hand, at best, stories. So, he made up his mind: he would strike out on his own, and find a way to witness and take his own accounting of an exciting adventure. As essential as he was to their success, and no less because of the bonds between them, his troupe’s opposition to his departure was fierce, and though he knew they’d welcome him back even should he return empty-handed, he swore he would bring them a legend so epic, their heads would cave in.

So he set forth, heading toward the lands of his people. A little over a year into his journey came his fateful encounter with the aggressive, destructive embodiment of mortal chaos who he truly believed would be the subject of his legend: Trogdor. From the day they met, Trogdor didn’t even seem to give two shits about this weird, paint-faced, jingly-ass, weird-ass mother fucker strolling into his camp with like a dozen instruments, talkin’ about how Dragonborn eggs came from burnt trees or whatever, disrupting the fabric of reality with music from his toy rattles and baby drums. Or if he did, Arc’teryx didn’t notice. He was just happy to meet one of his kind, and another Red, even, and so he called him Brother, and in his heart, he believed it.

Routine: Instrumentalist

Dude plays like anything. Two anythings at once, even. Maybe sometimes three. When he began his adventure, he carried his bells, tambourine drum, hoshos, and trusty kalimba.

Personality

  • Trait
    • I love a good insult, even one directed at me.
      • Also, I found out that words can hurt, and with small things, can actually kill!
    • I change my mood or my mind as quickly as I change key in a song.
  • Ideal
    • Creativity. The world is in need of new ideas and bold action. (Chaotic)
  • Bond
    • I idolize a hero of the old tales and measure my deeds against that person’s.
  • Flaw
    • I once satirized a noble who still wants my head. It was a mistake that I will likely repeat.

PC’s

Arc'teryx

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