New character new game
Ok so I hoped I would have posted this earlier but at least I'm posting before our gaming session tomarrow. Last Monday I had mentioned that we are starting a new campaign. We didn't do any playing we just had a character building party. I tossed around so many ideas in my head it took me quite a while to create something I wanted to play.
You see there was a challenge for me with this character. The DM- Mark- and I tend to butt heads all the time. We're good friends have known each other for at least like 5 years but he and I are almost consistantly fighting. We've narrowed it down to he is ADD and I have OCD. The two clash fairly bad when put in the same room to game for hours on end (although we can play a mean game of Halo 3 without any issues). So I needed to create a character concept that would keep me so focused on roleplaying the character that I wouldn't even be bothered by him or me bothering him in return.
We all started making characters that we normally do not play. Nathan- Palidin, who is normally DM. Dan- Wizard, normally our rogue. And me well I'm usually the Wizard....so what to be.
I knew I wanted to be a bard, that way I could still have the fun of spells in some cases. But how to characterize her?
A mute! That was it. I'll play a mute character and that way I wouldn't even be talking during game to bother Mark and I'd be focusing to much on trying to make my character "be heard" that he wouldn't be bothering me. There was one thing that showed a problem. The DM disagreed that a bard could be mute, due to one line in the PHB
" Every bard spell has a verbal component (singing, reciting, or music)." --page 28 3.5 ed
I was arguing that music could be through the instrument, Nathan agreed with me. Mark felt that bards couldn't cast spells through music. I was like but it says it right there!!!! *points and jumps up and down fire flaming in the background*
In the end I'm playing a mute bard now.
Character Background
Lyla, a sun elf female of 145 years, was born a mute, much to her parents dismay. They are bards, her whole family is. Her mother most of all wanted a girl to sing duets with her eldest daughter, Tula who was ten years Lyla's senior. Tula was a child prodigy with a voice that the angel's would envy. Lyla wanted nothing more than to be able to travel with her family and sing to be heard like her sister. Her parents kept her occupied with piano lessons, but Lyla knew she could never adventure wheeling around a piano. She wanted to travel to neighboring towns and have her name known like Tula.
One day there was a battle near Lyla's hometown. She sat near her bedroom window listening to the clanging of swords and seeing the flashes of light from spells being casted. Then high above everything else Lyla could here a soft brassy tone. It cresendoed beautifully into the most courage inspiring fan fare. She rushed down the stairs to find her father.
She scribbled frantically on her tablet, Dad I want to sing like that! He patted her on the head, "Little one you can not, you have no voice." No no dad like the brass, listen! She ran to the window in the kitchen and almost through the panes of thier hinges as she opened it. The sound of the trumpet rang through the rafters. Lyla's father smiled, "Ah a voice like that people could become envious of" That's the point.
Within a week Lyla had a trumpet of her very own. She practiced and practiced to make it sing. When she wasn't practicing she was polishing it making it shine as she listened to her sister travel scales in her room down the hall. Lyla one day would sing like that.
In present day, Tula has grown into a well reknown opera diva. Lyla can bearly go three towns over without hearing, "Aren't you Tula's little sister?" It infurates her. Though her town feels she is equally as well known, not only due to the family she belongs to but because of her trumpet playing and her witty picture games that she likes to play. Over the years to earn people's attention from her sister she has developed the art of picture riddles on her tablet. During a conversation she would hold her tablet up and all eyes would be focused trying to figure it out, ignoring Tula. Tula became annoyed at first but now realizes that her sister too is allowed a gift.
Set on seeing the world and singing through the bended note of her trumpet, Lyla has begun to adventure on her own to make her family, and bard's guild proud.
You see there was a challenge for me with this character. The DM- Mark- and I tend to butt heads all the time. We're good friends have known each other for at least like 5 years but he and I are almost consistantly fighting. We've narrowed it down to he is ADD and I have OCD. The two clash fairly bad when put in the same room to game for hours on end (although we can play a mean game of Halo 3 without any issues). So I needed to create a character concept that would keep me so focused on roleplaying the character that I wouldn't even be bothered by him or me bothering him in return.
We all started making characters that we normally do not play. Nathan- Palidin, who is normally DM. Dan- Wizard, normally our rogue. And me well I'm usually the Wizard....so what to be.
I knew I wanted to be a bard, that way I could still have the fun of spells in some cases. But how to characterize her?
A mute! That was it. I'll play a mute character and that way I wouldn't even be talking during game to bother Mark and I'd be focusing to much on trying to make my character "be heard" that he wouldn't be bothering me. There was one thing that showed a problem. The DM disagreed that a bard could be mute, due to one line in the PHB
" Every bard spell has a verbal component (singing, reciting, or music)." --page 28 3.5 ed
I was arguing that music could be through the instrument, Nathan agreed with me. Mark felt that bards couldn't cast spells through music. I was like but it says it right there!!!! *points and jumps up and down fire flaming in the background*
In the end I'm playing a mute bard now.
Character Background
Lyla, a sun elf female of 145 years, was born a mute, much to her parents dismay. They are bards, her whole family is. Her mother most of all wanted a girl to sing duets with her eldest daughter, Tula who was ten years Lyla's senior. Tula was a child prodigy with a voice that the angel's would envy. Lyla wanted nothing more than to be able to travel with her family and sing to be heard like her sister. Her parents kept her occupied with piano lessons, but Lyla knew she could never adventure wheeling around a piano. She wanted to travel to neighboring towns and have her name known like Tula.
One day there was a battle near Lyla's hometown. She sat near her bedroom window listening to the clanging of swords and seeing the flashes of light from spells being casted. Then high above everything else Lyla could here a soft brassy tone. It cresendoed beautifully into the most courage inspiring fan fare. She rushed down the stairs to find her father.
She scribbled frantically on her tablet, Dad I want to sing like that! He patted her on the head, "Little one you can not, you have no voice." No no dad like the brass, listen! She ran to the window in the kitchen and almost through the panes of thier hinges as she opened it. The sound of the trumpet rang through the rafters. Lyla's father smiled, "Ah a voice like that people could become envious of" That's the point.
Within a week Lyla had a trumpet of her very own. She practiced and practiced to make it sing. When she wasn't practicing she was polishing it making it shine as she listened to her sister travel scales in her room down the hall. Lyla one day would sing like that.
In present day, Tula has grown into a well reknown opera diva. Lyla can bearly go three towns over without hearing, "Aren't you Tula's little sister?" It infurates her. Though her town feels she is equally as well known, not only due to the family she belongs to but because of her trumpet playing and her witty picture games that she likes to play. Over the years to earn people's attention from her sister she has developed the art of picture riddles on her tablet. During a conversation she would hold her tablet up and all eyes would be focused trying to figure it out, ignoring Tula. Tula became annoyed at first but now realizes that her sister too is allowed a gift.
Set on seeing the world and singing through the bended note of her trumpet, Lyla has begun to adventure on her own to make her family, and bard's guild proud.