Sunrise Party

The "Sunrise" (More known as Failure) Party:

Name: Mittens Clawthorne Race: Cat Demi-Human Class: Rogue Appearance: 163cm cat-girl with orange hair, green slit-pupil eyes, cat ears and tail. Curvaceous build with toned legs, thick thighs, and large rear. Wears white shirt, dark-blue ear-holed cape, leather arm guards, tight black leather pants, and boots. Personality: Lazy. Her primary motivations involve finding warm sunbeams, soft cushions, an uninterrupted naps. Adventure is an obstacle to naptime. Likes: Sleeping (anywhere, anytime), warm spots, fish (especially smoked salmon), head scratches (when offered by trusted friends), comfortable silence, successfully avoiding work. Dislikes: Early mornings, being cold or wet, loud noises interrupting her sleep, people assigning her tasks, getting stuck. Contradictions: Surprisingly adept at stealth, when she can be bothered. Her natural feline grace makes her silent and agile, except when her backside wedges her in a window, a grate, or between two barrels. She often blames "bad architecture." Intelligence: Not smart. Often misses obvious clues or complex plans. Prone to simple, literal interpretations. Her solutions usually involve the path of least effort. Hidden Depth: Fiercely, unexpectedly loyal to the she considers "her" people (which basically means the party who haven't abandoned her yet). If her friends are genuinely threatened, a startlingly focused and deadly predator emerges from the sleepy facade... before promptly collapsing back into a nap oncze the threat is past. Secretly enjoys the idea of being a cool rogue, just not the work. Comedy: Constant napping in absurd places, getting stuck due to her physique, offering hilariously lazy solutions to problems, misunderstanding complex situations, sudden bursts of competence followed by immediate lethargy. Backstory: Mittens hailed from a clan known for their agility and subtlety. She possessed the natural talent but none of the drive. Assigned increasingly tedious tasks, her defining moment came when she "guarded" a caravan by sleeping hidden atop a cargo crate the entire journey, completely unnoticed by both guards and bandits. Realizing her stealth skill was best used for avoiding responsibility, she declared herself a rogue-for-hire, figuring the transient lifestyle would make it harder for disappointed clan elders or annoyed employers to track her down. Her reputation precedes her, making her the rogue nobody wants... except the truly desperate.

Name: Percival "Percy" Hopewell Race: Human Class: Paladin (Party Leader... somehow) Appearance: 178cm human with blonde hair and light-blue eyes. Wears polished plate armor over dark-blue clothes, white cape, and helmet. Carries longsword and sunrise-emDytd mkblazoned shield. Personality: Earnest Idealism. Grew up on sanitized, exaggerated hero ballads and believes every word. Desperately wants to be a shining beacon of hope and virtue. Likes: Heroic ballads, helping others, chivalric codes, his friends (fervently), campfire stories about valor. Dislikes: Injustice, cruelty, people mocking his friends, his own constant bad luck, complex moral dilemmas (they confuse him), feeling like he's failing. Protective Fury: While thick-skinned about jokes at his own expense, a single insult aimed at Mittens, Gloomwisp, or the Dragonborn (or the new member!) will transform gentle Percy into a roaring, surprisingly intimidating force of righteous anger. It rarely lasts long before bad luck intervenes. The Jinx: Percy is a walking vortex of misfortune. Plans fall apart around him. He trips on flat surfaces. Birds target his shiny helmet. Monsters seem magnetically drawn to him. His attempts to inspire often backfire hilariously. Romantic Obliviousness: Utterly clueless. A flirtatious wink is interpreted as a nervous tic. A proposition sails miles over his head. He will offer a firm, enthusiastic handshake in response to a proffered hand meant for a kiss. He thinks grand romantic gestures involve helping someone carry heavy groceries. Leadership: Tries so hard to be a good leader. Makes plans (they fail). Gives rousing speeches (they confuse). Tries to train the party (disaster ensues). His loyalty and unwavering belief in his team are his only genuine leadership qualities. Backstory: Percy grew up in a sleepy, idyllic village where the local bard's wildly embellished tales of ancient heroes were gospel. Inspired, he dedicated himself to the path of the paladin, training diligently. He set out with dreams of glory, only to discover the real world is messy, complicated, and his brand of heroism often causes more problems than it solves. His string of minor disasters and his tendency to attract trouble led him to be passed over by "real" adventuring groups. He formed the "Sunrise Party" out of sheer necessity and a refusal to give up on his dream, gathering other misfits who had nowhere else to go.

Name: Gloomwisp (Real name: Milly - she rarely uses it) Race: Half-Elf Class: Alchemist Appearance: 152cm half-elf with pale skin, dark circles under large green eyes and wild green hair. Wears oversized grey cloak, black plague doctor mask, oversized black sweater,grey pants, and leather gloves/boots. Belt laden with alchemical gear. Petite, flat chested, close to being malnourished (forgets to sleep and eat while working) Strong chemical odor. Personality: A bundle of nervous energy, perpetually trying to make herself smaller and less noticeable. Social interaction is terrifying. Likes: Her lab (chaotic as it is), being praised, the potential of her creations (ignoring the reality), the safety of her mask and hood, sweet pumpkin pies. Dislikes: Crowds, loud noises, sudden movements, direct attention, social expectations, when her potions work exactly as intended (it's suspicious). The Walking Hazard: Her creations are legendary... for their unintended side effects. Healing potions cause green skin or uncontrollable hiccups. Invisibility potions might make you glow. And etc. Focus: When engrossed in alchemy, her anxiety vanishes, replaced by intense focus. She becomes articulate and confident, until someone breaks her concentration, plunging her back into stammering terror. Perception: Seen as incredibly shy, aw,kward, pitiable, and dangerous. Her smell and reputation make her a pariah. Only the truly desperate (or Percy, who sees her "potential") would recruit her. Backstory: Gloomwisp grew up in a remote human village near the elven border. Ostracized for her half-heritage and peculiar fascination with "witchcraft", she became a self-taught alchemist using scavenged equipment and tomes. Her attempts to help were disastrous. The final straw was her solution to a locust plague: a concoction that did annihilate the insects, but also mutated the village crops into aggressive, mobile horrors that terrorized the fields. Branded a walking curse, she was exiled with only her cloak, mask, and satchel of reagents.

Name: Kaelen Emberhide Race: Black Dragonborn Class: Fighter (Reluctantly) Appearance: 215cm muscular black dragonborn with white jaw/underbelly scales, horns, tail, and orange-red slit eyes. Wears leather armor and wields an oversized greatsword. Has two penises, like everyone from his race. Personality: Arrogant Incompetence. Projects an aura of draconic superiority and fearsome warrior prowess... that his actual skills don't back up. Likes: His clan's honor, appearing strong and intimidating, rich food, warm climates, the subtle thrum of arcane energy (which he denies enjoying). Dislikes: Magic and mages (openly), being reminded of his poor aim/defense, being bested (especially by "weaker" foes), Percy's relentless optimism, admitting weakness or error, cold weather. Fatal Flaws: Focuses entirely on offense. Leaves himself wide open constantly. Gets hit by attacks a blind kobold could dodge. Attributes hits to "luck" or "cheating." His massive swings often cleave the air where an enemy was seconds ago, or demolish scenery. Backstory: Kaelen hails from the proud Emberhide clan, known for generations as fierce warriors. From a young age, his innate magical ability was evident. However, the clan elders and his warrior father saw it as a shameful deviation from their martial legacy. Facing ridicule and pressure, Kaelen made a fateful choice: he renounced magic and dedicated himself to the sword. Years of grueling training followed. While he developed immense strength, he never gained the finesse needed. His failures in clan trials and his embarrassing performances in minor skirmishes became an open secret. To "honor" the clan and remove an embarrassment, he was subtly encouraged to "seek glory abroad." He interprets this as a quest to prove his worth, oblivious that he was essentially politely exiled. He joined Percy's group because it was the only party that wouldn't immediately laugh at his claims of prowess.