RPDND: Paths of the Past
Characters
RPDND: Paths of the Past
Dungeons & Dragons 5e
Civilian or Adventurer:
Adventurer
DNDbeyond Account Name [If Applicable]:
PetraTanglehorn2907
Primary D&D Race:
Jeerbeen
Campaign Special Race [Feat Required]:
N/A
D&D Background [Adventurer]:
Bandit Defector
[Adventurer] Class Path:
Paladin
[Civilian] Job Path:
N/A
Appearance:
A small gray mouse-like hero with small buckteeth seen always in a bright red waistjacket and a crisp white shirt, standing at 2 foot 5 inches tall, his tail is as long as his entire body (Not including his ears.)
Public Character Knowledge:
Crumb is a softy, most of the time he will do small tasks for folk if asked. He also hates unnecessary violence and all forms of cruelty.
Completed:
1
Most recent:
20 days ago
Crumb grew up hearing the stories of the scouts, of people who gave up everything for the chance that others would survive. This sparked something within him- hope some might call it. Though the stark difference was what happened in the Bigtop, he had heard once upon a time the 'circus' would bring joy, even though he had heard small creatures like him would be used for spectacle, the Ringmaster had turn joy into punishment. He hated watching the wheel spin and he'd grind his teeth when the more 'creative' punishments came up.
From the back of the tent he'd hide behind legs to shield himself. That was until he heard a friends name being called, someone he knew had done wrong, he saw it himself, peeping out of the crowd he watched the wheel tick over to a trial by combat. Something Crumb knew would surely kill his friend. In the moment something gripped his chest as he threw his paw upwards. "Let me!" He pushed his way through the crowd to take his friends place, having only have wielded a dagger he didn't know what he could do against whatever will be thrown at him. Closing his eyes in hope he felt a force around him, allowing him to fight with a fury he never had, he felt strong. More powerful than a Jerbeen should, opening his eyes he had been injured, having to spend the next few weeks in the hospital but he had given his friend a second chance.
One that Crumb latched onto, he would give what little he could to the poorer folk even though he did not have much, he would speak to people rather than just running away when threatened. He always gave folk moments to think about what they just said if it caused offense. Quickly however he found that his reputation of pacifism meant he became somewhat of a punching bag. He knew it wasn't okay, but what could a little guy do?
The next few years became training, both the slight magic he found himself able to do to the sword work he became surprisingly good at not a master but good enough. He started to go to the church, not to pray, he was never one for prayer but to go read the stories of knights and paladins; folk he would one day embody greater.
