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Tipple (D&D)

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Name: Tipple

Age: 38

Race: Bugbear

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Straight

Classes:
Way of the Drunken Master Monk
Barbarian (Multiclass)

Background: Gladiator (By Popular Demand Feature)

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Strength 20
Dexterity 17
Constitution 18
Intelligence 6
Wisdom 6
Charisma 14

Appearance:
Standing an inch shy of 7 feet, Tipple is a bugbear - largest of the goblinoid races - and is as ugly as they come with dark grey-green skin, a broad, flat nose full of broken veins, a swollen slab of a forehead and red eyes that are small, piggy, close-set and ringed by dark circles. He has massive shoulders, bowed legs and huge, brutish arms that hang down to his knees, along with a broad chest and a large beer gut from his heavy drinking. However, his height and build make him look more sturdy than fat, and save for his stomach, he is all muscle, sinew and thick black hair. His hands are large and gnarled as tree roots, with bruised knuckles and calloused palms from his life as a bar fighter. The words 'Biff' and 'Bash' are tattooed on the fingers of his left and right hand respectively, and stubby claws grow from his fingertips.

Already a right hideous bastard like most of his kind, Tipple's utterly lacking sense of hygiene only makes things all the worse. The black hair covering his body is ragged, greasy and thick with fleas, his remaining teeth yellow and crooked, his tusks and claws both dull and chipped. Having not bathed in over 20 years - ever since he left home, where his mother had to force him to wash - his stench is now so utterly horrific that it can drop an owlbear at 50 paces - a fact that Tipple takes gleeful pride in. The bugbear's speech is usually slurred, and he speaks with a lower-class accent.

Tipple wears a shirt made of lice-ridden rags haphazardly stitched together along with a pair of tattered trousers. He has no other items of clothing besides these, claiming that he doesn't need more garments when he has one set of perfectly good ones. Despite mainly being a fist-fighter, Tipple will occasionally arm himself with any random object he can get his hands on if the situation demands it, including chair legs, broken glass bottles, frying pans and any halflings or gnomes that stray too close to him.

Personality:
Tipple is a simple bugbear of simple pleasures - foremost talking shit, swilling ale and breaking faces. In his own words 'There's nothing like a fight to get you in the mood for drinking, and there's nothing like stiff drink to clear your head for the next fight'. Tipple considers no day as lived unless he has walked into a bar, quaffed every beverage on offer, started a punch-up, and passed out in an alley - and the days he has lived are as numberless as the stars in the sky. Impulsive, reckless and dumb as a stump, Tipple is hot-tempered and full of bravado; especially when he's drunk, which is all the time. He is also impatient, unpredictable and prone to mood swings, laughing heartily one moment and flying off the handle the next, preferring to solve situations simply and directly while also giving little consideration to the consequences of his actions until after he's committed them.

Uncouth as they come with a 'call a spade a spade' attitude, Tipple cares nothing for fancy-schmancy things refinement and politeness, considering them a waste of time. He doesn't mince his words to spare the feelings of others, and if his crude banter or hazing gets on your nerves, then as far as Tipple's concerned, that's your problem, not his. However, the bugbear balances his many flaws with a hearty sense of humour and a fierce sense of loyalty. He loves a good insult, even one directed at him, and if he likes you, you'll find no friend more faithful and no drinking buddy more stalwart. Alongside drinking and fighting, Tipple loves a good boast, games of darts and cards, and singing - even if his singing voice sounds like a bull getting punched in the nuts. He also has an intense phobia of ducks.

Tipple's attitude is generally laid back and easygoing, and he doesn't take much in life seriously. However, he generally has a good heart and possesses a personal code of honour, sympathising with outcasts, underdogs and the downtrodden - so even if Tipple is okay with making money through violent and criminal means, he will often resist or speak out against stealing from those who already have nothing and harming those who are defenceless. In simpler words, Tipple doesn't like to punch down.

Likes:
Booze, fights, bars, getting drunk, violence, bawdy jokes, boasting, low-brow humour, parties, singing, dirt, pickled eggs, darts, cards, his family, money

Dislikes:
Water, being clean, peace, quiet, being sober, refinement, upper-class people, nondrinkers, alcohol-free beverages, ducks

Backstory:
Born in the town of Fallcrest to a large family of lower-class bugbears who had left their goblinoid culture behind, Tipple had to grow up fast in the rough-and-tough neighbourhood of the Lower Quays, where crime was rampant and violence was a daily occurrence. Facing regular run-ins with crooks of all types, and also being targeted for racial reasons due to being bugbears, Tipple and his siblings had to learn to defend themselves, with Tipple himself often boasting that 'Most kids from my town've been fighting since they could walk... but I had to fight before I could walk, else I wouldn't make it.'

With not much wits to his name, Tipple found it hard to get even a basic craftsman's profession, or even work as a street-sweeper or dockhand, and so after flunking out of several jobs, he turned to bare-knuckle boxing in the local drinking houses to make a living and support his family. He also entered drinking games to make some extra cash, hoping his physique and constitution would help him win out.

It was then that Tipple proved to everyone that fighting and drinking were the two things he could do well. With his harsh upbringing and massive bugbear build, he became a skilled brawler who could trade shots in the ring and down shots at the bar without equal. The money he won was used to buy recreational drinks, feeding his growing alcohol addiction, but he sent the majority of it home to his family, hoping that they might be able to earn enough to find a better place to live than in the deadbeat slum they had been stuck in since day one.

Becoming known in the winesinks, back-alleys and fighting pits of Fallcrest as 'The Slackjaw Southpaw' for his fighting stance, dim wits and rampant alcoholism, Tipple soon beat all comers at both his chosen occupations. But this raised a problem - with no-one willing to fight or drink against him, Tipple's income completely dried up. And so, wanting to keep the gold coming so he can both help his family and pay off his ever-increasing bar tab, Tipple has turned to adventuring as a means of making ends meet, roaming the land selling his services to anyone who needs hired muscle.

Strengths and Weaknesses:
Despite being a great blustering oaf who is always various levels of utterly smashed, Tipple is a fierce and dangerous combatant. Having grown up in a rough neighbourhood, the bugbear has been holding his own in fistfights since his earliest days and boasts that he was punching the moment he came out of the womb. In combat, he fights like a guided missile, smashing straight into the fray like a great, hairy wrecking ball and beating anything that comes within reach until it's dead or senseless on the floor. Tipple's arms are heavy with muscle, and massively long due to him being a bugbear, and that gives him an insane reach in combat. As such, he hits hard, he hits fast, and he hits a lot.

Tipple can also soak damage with the best of them, due to both his excellent constitution and the berserk rages he flies into when fights break out. These frenzies dull most of the pain he feels, allowing him to relentlessly absorb hits, even those from weapons like swords, spears and axes - and hitting Tipple isn't a guarantee by any means, as he is faster and more agile than you might expect from someone his size. Lastly, along with his fists, Tipple is skilled at using nearby random items, often bludgeoning his foes with them or hurling them from a distance.

However, Tipple has absolutely no magical abilities of any kind - all of his power comes from physical might. Worse, his lack of knowledge about magic and low overall intellect make him highly susceptible to spells that afflict the mind, such as illusions and enchantments, since he doesn't know how to resist them. So while Tipple is an incredibly dangerous fighter, the right spell could make him turn from your stalwart ally into a terrifying enemy that you'll have a hard time taking down if you can't undo the spell placed upon him.

Weapons:
The only weapon Tipple needs are his fists - Biff and Bash, but he will happily use anything he can get his mitts on if the situation demands it.

Theme Song:

https://youtu.be/AxWejrVYcCg

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