You Are a Party Member in a Fantasy Adventuring Setting, SV.​

Character Creation Part 1.

A raucous, boisterous noise fills the inn's room. There are dozens of customers within this place, some sit at the corner tables, acting grouchy or secretive or mysterious or just plain edgy. Others instead are noise-makers, drunken huggers and singers, narrating the mighty tales of their exploits to any who would hear them...and even to those who wouldn't want to do that.

There are some who stand in-between the two extremes, holding conversations as mutton and soup flow together with good wine or beer.

This is it; this is the Inn of Adventurers and you have stepped through in search of what may very well be your first party, hopefully the only one you'll ever have, or perhaps to become a leader of a party yourself. Then again, that does depend on how much of a leader you are, when compared to being a follower.

Not everyone should lead if they lack the ability to do so.

Not everyone should follow, if they cannot stand being ordered around.

Let us begin, then by finding out who you are.

You are...

[X] a human. Endemic, like weed. There is no place on this world where humanity has not reached. A plague would be kinder, but humans? Oh no, not humans. Dozens of humans can become thousands in the blink of a couple of generations.
[X] a pointy-eared creature. Elves, Non-Elves, Any-Elves. We all know the tales of the mystical creatures that live long lives in the forest and take hours to decide what to eat for dinner, only for it to never be an issue as nobody has the actual patience to stick around to let them finally order.
[X] a smoll creature. Halfling, Gnome, Hob-ahem, something small. Cute or not it doesn't really matter. Some have the penchant for being notorious as thieves, others as pranksters, some try to break the mold of the stereotype.
[X] a big creature. They said your mom or your da was an ork/troll/giant/something-something. You need to remember to bend your head to avoid doorways. You have reach, but lack flexibility. You know that there's this bad idea in people's minds that you can't count up to three, or that you eat raw meat with lots of blood with your bare teeth.
[X] a special creature. Half-Demon-Half-Angel-Half-Spiky-Bird or maybe you're a Half-Burned Toast with a hint of earthworm. You don't know your parents. You don't know the mechanics that allowed you to be born. Every day is a special day for the likes of you, of people pointing fingers, snickering or wondering just why they allowed such an entity to exist.
[X] an 'evil' creature. It's not your fault people believe that just because you have a skin color that differs from that of others, and your ancestors butchered/murdered/committed uncountable sins and heresies you must inevitably be like them. Sure, family gatherings usually have people screaming in pain, but it's not your fault, and you have gone no-contact with your family for quite a while.

You reminisce on how you got to this point, pondering what would lead someone like you in such a place. An adventurers' inn is like a different world, an ecosystem where people who seek to become more than chaff gather, so that they may sprout into beautiful stalks of wheat. Those who succeed become legends, but those who fail...are forgotten. How you got here, though, well, that's a tale by itself, is it not?

[X] You remember the day you stole your first apple pie. It wasn't meant for you, but nobody was watching it. You weren't even hungry, you just felt like the pie belonged better in your stomach than in someone else's. A few weeks later, you stole your first copper. Months passed, and silver became your aim. By the time your hands clasped pouches of gold, manacles slapped around your wrists and you spent a good time in prison, thinking about your lot in life. You emerged a changed person; for better or worse, that depends.
[X] You smashed the first pair of heads together during a tavern brawl. You weren't there for the drinks, but you enjoyed the chaos of life, and thus when it happened, you took advantage. You sang raucously the next day narrating the tale, and you realized that you relished a life where you burned fast, burned bright, and where everyone knew it. The next best thing to do was thus obvious.
[X] You understood a person's character so flawlessly, they were impressed. Many know how to read books, or understand somewhat people, but you knew how to truly read people. Your true self is hidden, though. Turns out, everybody likes someone different, and to wear a thousand masks means to lose sight of your true one. You know not why you are here. You forgot that. But you know that wherever you, you will be welcomed...as long as you remember the right mask.
[X] You had such a normal childhood, it went beyond being normal. Orphaned by the plague, forced to scavenge for scraps of food and being taken in as a laborer for the local clergy, you always dreamed of something more. Today might be the day you realize it, or it might be the day you fail.
[X] You wielded a sword from the day you were old enough, an instrument of death, a righteous duty to uphold. Everything was taken from you by the greed of others, the treachery of the invidious and the lust for power of those beneath you. 'Rule of the people' they called it, as they burned your castle down. 'You shall all die hanged' you swore as you ran away, so far away the lands that once belonged to you are nothing more that a mere 'oh yeah, that place exists'.
[X] Magic always came naturally to you. Your hands were always wet, or warm, or sparkling. You always sneezed and made flowers bloom. One day you cursed a man's chicken to be barren, and it turned into sand. The next day you ran away before the villagers could seize you, and make you guilty of all crimes against them. Time to put your magic to good use: risking your life for gold.

A person alone however has little chances of being a true adventurer. Adventurers form parties. These parties face threats together, and grow as a group. Some parties are led by charismatic leaders, others hold some manner of democratic consensus, and a few instead give the baton of leader a spin depending on the situation. Some parties care only about the strongest, and others about the smartest.

The party you are looking for...

[X] Shall follow your every word, for you are clearly never wrong.
[X] Everyone should give their opinion, regardless of how long it takes.
[X] Should take turns. One day you may lead, one day you may follow.
[X] Should already have a leader. You don't want the responsibility of leading.

AN: I did a thing. Let's see how far *this* one goes