Civilian or Adventurer:
Adventurer
DNDbeyond Account Name [If Applicable]:
justjjbeans
Primary D&D Race:
Wood Elf
D&D Background [Adventurer]:
Soldier
[Adventurer] Class Path:
Artillerist Artificer
Appearance:
An older-middle aged woman with tan skin and freckles from days spent in the sun. She's lean and mildly buff. Starting at her knees, she has regular, mechanical prosthetics that serve no function other than to walk like normal legs would.
Public Character Knowledge:
Boisterous and rowdy, she can be seen at the Cardtrick drinking wine on most days. She's friendly with everyone she meets and has a maternal vibe.
Ameria is 470 and was a war general of an elven kingdom a long time ago. She commanded battalions as a general with a fierce bloodlust, oftentimes going blind with rage and excitement that she would neglect to think ahead. Her husband was a commander of the army and she was placed into the position because of her relationship with him after she was plucked from the army as she was scouted for this job and swept into a romance. She was previously a hard-working individual with the ability to plan moves ahead when not in battle. When in battle, she could carry out tasks and strategic moves with ease, while she herself often went blind with emotion.
Her romance was long-lived, taking up a large span of her life as she had three elven children. Eventually, she saw her husband for what he was-- manipulative and hungry for earthly pleasures once he cheated on her. She divorced him! #Girlpower!
Due to her lack of personal foresight, her whole battalion was slaughtered by an enemy ambush, leaving her trapped under a rock and stuck in a cave after explosive devices were used on them. Her legs were rendered unusable after she managed to free herself-- she had to hide from the enemies and sustain herself in a cave for days until she was able to drag herself out once they were gone and a recovery party was dispatched for the fallen.
After this, she retired from her duties and was bound to a wheelchair. She took up tinkering and ended up flinging herself into it with a passion, crafting herself a pair of legs and learning to create weapons to fulfill duties in battle that she could not.
She is often found tinkering in wherever she can find a workshop.