Blayank: a new Oc and I need your opinions :')
So this is a new Character that I needed to make for a game called D&D. You may or may not have heard of it. But basically, it's kinda like a roleplaying game. You need to come up with the name, voice, design, backstory, personality etc. So I like, actually need your opinion:
Blayank:
Found lost and wandering the streets at a very young age, Blayank was adopted by a future Dwarfish General. With her new father, she quickly learned how to forge a vast variety of weapons, armor, and shields, a skill and hobby she carried and cherished throughout the rest of her life. As a child she was fiery and stubborn, but very empathetic and dependable. She and her father spent most days training out in the fields, constantly improving on their skills when they weren't providing for themselves by running the local blacksmith, their already intense bond growing stronger by every passing day.
Years later, her father joined the military, and she followed without question. However, she felt called to be a soldier rather than standing by her father's side as a General. Blayank fought tens of battles, merciless against her enemies and those who did unjustly, especially against the poor and the weak. She was known for not only her refusal to be beaten in battle, but also for the amount of respect she had for all good people, wether on or off the battlefield, helping all those she could in anyway.
To her heartache, after years of loyal service, her father fell on the battlefield to a army of Humans, an arrow pierced through his brain. The most important person to her, the only person that's really mattered, was now gone in an instant. Adrenaline shooting throughout her veins, her blood boiled, she could've won that battle single handedly, leaving a an ocean of bodies and blood behind her. Though, yes, she got used to death being an experienced soldier, her father's death was one she could not handle. Her entire world was shook. Broken and bruised. Without her father there, she found that the military was a personal torture. So she left. As with their house, blacksmith, and their entire town, leaving everything she had ever known behind. The time or place meant nothing to her. It was her father that made it home, therefor everywhere felt painful and empty. She packed her things, all that she needed, as well as a few things from her father, and left town, wandering the world for a new purpose.
Don't worry, it's not supposed to be SUPER elaborate. And I'll probably have a drawing for her soon, if you guys like her.
Tell me what you think! No, seriously, please :|
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