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I was adopted by rich foster parents in the city of Baldur's gate, but don't remember my real parents.
 
I wasn't treated like the other children in the household. I was ignored except when there were visitors when I was paraded around in nice clothes to show off they had a fairy. I learned how to impress the other rich folk,.
In the bustling city of Baldur's Gate, I was adopted by wealthy foster parents. Memories of my true parents were as elusive as the morning mist. Unlike the other children in the household, I was often ignored, except when visitors arrived. Dressed in fine clothes, I was paraded around to showcase the novelty of a fairy in their home. From these moments, I learned the art of impressing the rich and influential.
When I was 8 I saw a poster for the "Witchlight carnival" and was immediately attracted to it.
I asked my foster parents to go there, but wasn't allowed.
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It was easy to sneak out when there were no visitors. I got into the carnival by tricking the person at the front gate. I don't know what it was, but I felt truly at home at the carnival. Everyone there seemed to be the quirky odd ones out just like me. All the special sensations, smells and sounds made a rainbow of emotions. I had a splendid day there. Near the end a test with a "cabinet of curiosities" drew me. It was both intriguing and horrifying with all kinds of creatures on display. Some seemed there willingly, others as captive. In a cage, was a tiny creature with wings: a bit like me but much smaller. It focused on me; his eyes widening. It seemed to plead to me help it escape.
At the age of eight, a colorful poster for the "Witchlight Carnival" caught my eye, drawing me in with its promise of magic and wonder. My request to attend was swiftly denied by my foster parents. Determined, I waited for a day without visitors and sneaked out, tricking the gatekeeper to gain entry.
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Hiding in a corner of the cabinet, I later opened the Pixie's cage and helped him escape. He hid in my clothes and we snuck out of the Carnival over the fense. Trecking back through the forest, we got to know each other. He's not a real Pixie but a spirit, called Twinkle, in the form of a Pixie. Through his master he has magical powers, he could teach me as well.
The carnival was a revelation; it felt like home among its quirky inhabitants. The sights, sounds, and scents formed a vibrant tapestry of emotions, making the day unforgettable. Near the end of my visit, I found myself drawn to the "Cabinet of Curiosities," a mix of marvel and dread. Among the exhibits was a tiny winged creature, smaller than me but with a knowing gaze. It seemed to plead for my help.
At daybreak we arrived back in the manor. We tried to sneak in through the window, but I got caught. My foster parents were livid and confined me to a small room in the attic for a week. Twinkle used this time to help me tap into his master's magic as well.
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After a week I had to be dressed up for a visitor again, but I found that none of the clothes suited me anymore. I picked some new wicked favourites, I wore a pink rug off the floor as a purple vest; I fashioned a hat from a towel and converted a net into a great pair of pants. When I showed it off in front of the visitors, my parents got mad again. They confined me even longer to the attic this time.
In the shadows, I liberated the creature—a spirit named Twinkle in the form of a Pixie. Together, we escaped over the fence and through the forest. Twinkle, a magical being tied to a powerful master, promised to teach me his arcane ways. As dawn broke, we returned to the manor, but our stealth failed, and I was caught. My foster parents, furious, confined me to the attic for a week. During this time, Twinkle began to teach me magic.
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Twinkle convinced me that this house wasn't the right place for me anymore. After four days, we decided to escape in the middle of the night. I tried to sneak out, but somehow got the mischievous urge to knock one every door before opening it. An urge I haven't managed to shake since. Unsurprisingly, I got caught, but after a mad dash along the house, knocking lots of things over, I managed to cast some of Twinkle's magic, confusing my foster father. I jumped out and crashed out of a window and disappeared into the street.
After my confinement ended, I found none of my old clothes suited me. I fashioned a new, eccentric outfit: a pink rug as a purple vest, a towel hat, and net pants. Parading this ensemble in front of visitors enraged my foster parents further, leading to an extended stay in the attic.
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It was hard to live on the street. Twinkle helped me get tough and learn to live on the street. Our best scheme was to charm rich folk. I knew how to act to distract and wow them. Sometimes we would get some sympathy coin from them; sometimes Twinkle would steal from them when they were distracted by me or sometimes we'd sell them some magical "Fairy artifact" which they were happy to buy. I got friendly with many of the merchants, who would help us out here and there if they had any merchandise spare.
Twinkle convinced me that it was time to leave the stifling household. Four days later, in the dead of night, we attempted to escape. An irresistible urge to knock on every door delayed us, and I was caught again. In the ensuing chaos, I used Twinkle's magic to confuse my foster father, allowing me to crash through a window and vanish into the streets.
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I got to know all the other kids on the street well as well as as some kids living in housers. Earlier I hung out with a Harengon, named Brolin. Later I met a tiefling girl named Ashira. She knew her way real well around Baldur's gate. She would help out in many of our schemes. We lived on the streets together for several years.  
Life on the streets was tough, but Twinkle's guidance made me resilient. We charmed rich folk, sometimes earning sympathy coins, other times using trickery to steal or sell magical "Fairy artifacts." Many merchants became allies, offering help and spare merchandise.
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When a traveling circus rolled into town, I visited it to see if there was a relationship with the Witchlight Carnival. There wasn't but I thought traveling with the circus would give me a chance to find the carnival again. I travelled many years with the circus, learning the better way of charming guests and also making some money of the guests. We once travelled by boat where I met the Harengon, Brolin again.
I became well-acquainted with other street children and formed close bonds. Early on, I befriended a Harengon named Brolin. Later, I met Ashira, a savvy tiefling girl who knew every corner of Baldur's Gate. Together, we ran schemes and survived.
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Years passed, and a traveling circus arrived in town. Hoping for a connection to the Witchlight Carnival, I visited. Though there was none, the circus offered a chance to search for it again. I traveled with the circus, perfecting my charm and earning a living. On one voyage, I reunited with Brolin, and our adventures continued.
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Revision as of 21:47, 9 November 2024

CHARACTER
Name
Player Matthijs
Background Charlatan
Species Fairy
Class Warlock
Subclass
Alignment
LEVEL
1
XP:
LOST
PROFICIENCY BONUS
+2
STRENGTH
0
10
0 Saving Throw
0 Athletics
DEXTERITY
0
10
0 Saving Throw
0 Acrobatics
+2 Sleight of Hand
0 Stealth
CONSTITUTION
0
10
0 Saving Throw
HEROIC INSPIRATION
INTELLIGENCE
0
10
0 Saving Throw
0 Arcana
0 History
0 Investigation
0 Nature
0 Religion
WISDOM
0
10
0 Saving Throw
0 Animal Handl.
0 Insight
0 Medicine
0 Perception
0 Survival
CHARISMA
0
10
0 Saving Throw
+2 Deception
0 Intimidation
0 Performance
0 Persuasion
EQUIPMENT PROFICIENCIES & TRAINING
Armor Training Light armor
Weapons Simple weapons
Tools Forgery kit
LANGUAGES
Put your languages here
APPEARANCE
Just a description of how you look
ARMOR CLASS
10
Shield:
DEATH SAVES
Successes   
Failures   
INITIATIVE
0
SIZE
Medium
HIT POINTS
Max 8
Current
Temp
HIT DICE
Max 1d8 Spent
SPEED
30
PASSIVE PERCEPTION
10
WEAPONS/CANTRIPS ATT/DC DMG/TYPE
Example Weapon +2 1d1+0 Pierc.
Example DC Cantrip DC: 10 1d1 Fire


CLASS FEATURES
Class Feature 1 Example description
Class Feature 2 Another Example description
APPEARANCE
SPECIES TRAITS
Trait 1 Example description
Trait 2 Another Example description
FEATS
Feat 1 Skilled(skill 1, skill 2, skill 3)
EQUIPMENT
  • Trinket: an enormous scale, perhaps from a dragon.
  • Item 2
  • Item 3
  • Magic Item 1 (special description)
Coins: 0 GP
SPELLCAST. ABILITY
Int
SPELLCAST. MODIFIER
0
SPELL SAVE DC
10
SPELL ATTACK BONUS
+2
SPELL SLOTS
Lvl 1: Lvl 4: Lvl 7:
Lvl 2: Lvl 5: Lvl 8:
Lvl 3: Lvl 6: Lvl 9:
SPELL EXAMPLE RITUAL
Level 0 Transmutation (ritual)
Cast Time: Action
Range: 30 feet
Components: V, S, M
Duration: 1 round
Example spell description
SPELL EXAMPLE CONCENTRATION
Level 1 Enchantment
Cast Time: 1 hour
Range: 10 feet
Components: V, S
Duration: Conc (1 hour)
Spell example description
HIGH LEVEL SPELL EXAMPLE BONUS ACTION
Level 9 Evocation
Cast Time: Bonus Action
Range: 1200 feet
Components: V
Duration: Instantaneous
Kill everyone

Background

In the bustling city of Baldur's Gate, I was adopted by wealthy foster parents. Memories of my true parents were as elusive as the morning mist. Unlike the other children in the household, I was often ignored, except when visitors arrived. Dressed in fine clothes, I was paraded around to showcase the novelty of a fairy in their home. From these moments, I learned the art of impressing the rich and influential.

At the age of eight, a colorful poster for the "Witchlight Carnival" caught my eye, drawing me in with its promise of magic and wonder. My request to attend was swiftly denied by my foster parents. Determined, I waited for a day without visitors and sneaked out, tricking the gatekeeper to gain entry.

The carnival was a revelation; it felt like home among its quirky inhabitants. The sights, sounds, and scents formed a vibrant tapestry of emotions, making the day unforgettable. Near the end of my visit, I found myself drawn to the "Cabinet of Curiosities," a mix of marvel and dread. Among the exhibits was a tiny winged creature, smaller than me but with a knowing gaze. It seemed to plead for my help.

In the shadows, I liberated the creature—a spirit named Twinkle in the form of a Pixie. Together, we escaped over the fence and through the forest. Twinkle, a magical being tied to a powerful master, promised to teach me his arcane ways. As dawn broke, we returned to the manor, but our stealth failed, and I was caught. My foster parents, furious, confined me to the attic for a week. During this time, Twinkle began to teach me magic.

After my confinement ended, I found none of my old clothes suited me. I fashioned a new, eccentric outfit: a pink rug as a purple vest, a towel hat, and net pants. Parading this ensemble in front of visitors enraged my foster parents further, leading to an extended stay in the attic.

Twinkle convinced me that it was time to leave the stifling household. Four days later, in the dead of night, we attempted to escape. An irresistible urge to knock on every door delayed us, and I was caught again. In the ensuing chaos, I used Twinkle's magic to confuse my foster father, allowing me to crash through a window and vanish into the streets.

Life on the streets was tough, but Twinkle's guidance made me resilient. We charmed rich folk, sometimes earning sympathy coins, other times using trickery to steal or sell magical "Fairy artifacts." Many merchants became allies, offering help and spare merchandise.

I became well-acquainted with other street children and formed close bonds. Early on, I befriended a Harengon named Brolin. Later, I met Ashira, a savvy tiefling girl who knew every corner of Baldur's Gate. Together, we ran schemes and survived.

Years passed, and a traveling circus arrived in town. Hoping for a connection to the Witchlight Carnival, I visited. Though there was none, the circus offered a chance to search for it again. I traveled with the circus, perfecting my charm and earning a living. On one voyage, I reunited with Brolin, and our adventures continued.