What's your race?

[Thegpguild2]

This is used to tell what race you would like to be and describe what your race is like.

 

My preferred race in anything is Kender, which are about 4-5 ft. tall thief classed creatures. The Kender are a curious race with no fear at all which explains their severly small numbers. They rather say they "borrowed" or "found" the items they keep in the pouches in their packs. They use 2 weapons, the first is a Hoopak, a long stick with a sling on one end and a pointed tip on the other. The sling is used to shoot rocks and when a hoopak is spun around in the air it makes a wailing noise to scare off anything that might be a threat to the objects in their pouch. Their second weapon would usually be something like a dagger or shortsword. The daggers usually have odd names like Rabbitslayer, the weapon of choice for my Kender, and can be poisioned.

 

Image of Tasselhoff Burrfoot, Kender legend, and distant uncle of Chestal Thicketsway, and Kitiara Majere:

[Seraphi]

Warforged. Almost definitely.

 

Completely self aware golems, who do not need to eat, sleep or drink. They reproduce by creating other warforged by means of a ritual.

 

They can also modify their own physical appearance very easily, and are limited in terms of feeling pain.

 

[Earth]

erm... half human and half dragon hybrid. able to breath elemental attacks, can fly, ingenuity and smaller size of a human, and very strong. also has some other draconic features (claws, tail, eyes)

[Seraphi]

Dragonborn, you mean?

 

http://www.dandwiki.com/wiki/3.5_Dragonborn_(Herregor_Supplement)

 

I assume you didn't know about them when you were picking your race in DnD :rolleyes:

[Nexaduro]

Species Name: Dusavi'daek

Tribal Name: Tro'dak'ael

Species Adjective: Daeka

Species Description: Large (approx. twelve feet tall when fully grown), humanoid, highly variable appearance, omnivorous. Fairly intelligent, generally peaceful, not currently skilled with complicated tools or most weaponry.

Starting Advantage: Ability to spontaneously alter, generate, and regenerate bone, skin, and muscle mass.

Religion: Devout worship of the God Adakkar, God of Flux.

Tribal Government: Controlled by the strongest individual, judged by skill, creativity, and and prowess in altering their form.

Reproduction: New individuals created by "Forges" who sacrifice body mass to replicate.

 

My species from Manifest Destiny. :rolleyes:

[Grim_]

I kind of like to play as human (It gives me a lot of options :P ) Though if I want to play as arrogant or some other things I like to play as an elf. Anyways here is a pic for your viewing pleasure

 

 

EDIT: Oh and here is a picture for earth:

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

 

Brain Slug :)

[The_Mather1]

Asuran:

Asurans are nanites which assemble into humanoids. They can mould themselves whenever they want and even pass through things. They do not feel pain as the nanites are only displaced on attempted damage. They do not need any sort of neurishment but can replicate by creating more nanites out of whatever materials are nearby.

[Seraphi]

Sounds like a Mary Sue.

 

That said, Dragonborn are too.

[VEGHATERMEATLOVER]

Ross, have you read the cracked spoof on twilight with these dragon human hybrids?

 

Edit: Also, timelord.

[Earth]

actually ross, A: thats what i meant, but shouldnt the dragonborn have wings? and also, i don like the D&D dragonborn. not good for rogue atributes, so i didnt chose it. (had i known ICU was going rogue, i might have gone dragonborn warior, as a tank.)

[archimage_a]

Has to be the Spathi:

Yikes! A Vast Menacing Ship blots out the Sun and threatens to rain down radioactive death upon us! OH NO! Compounding my fright is the hidious-bloated-GREEN MONSTER that looms before me on the viewscreen! Our End Is At Hand! We surrender, O merciful evil alien.

 

Let us explain the sad history of our species. Once upon a time, many thousands of years ago we inhabited the warm, safe surface of our home planet, Spathiwa. We were happy and content. During those golden centuries, we evolved from a primitive nomadic culture into a complex, agrarian society. We learned to write on clay tablets and we were well on to being able to read those tablets when the Darkness fell upon us when the Evil Ones came!

Creatures from the darkest pits of hell they were. They hunted our people -- devoured them like tasty nodules and we had no defense against them. Suddenly, our culture became once more nomadic.

We fled across the oceans, from continent to continent, but the evil ones always followed. Spurred by our great need, we advanced from bronze to atomic technology in less than one of your centuries but none of our innovations was a match for the Evil Ones' natural cunning and ferocity.

Finally, with no other option available, we fled our world and took up residence here on our own moon where we have resided, most uncomfortably, for the last three hundred years.

 

When we first arrived we were terrified to step out onto the surface of our designated planet. Savage beasts freely roamed the surface, gnawing the abundant tubers and root crops with their massive fore-fangs! We did not dare set out pedal claws on that surface! These horrible, pink-eyed creatures scattered at the sight of us, as if to re-group for a massive assualt!

We could see them, lurking behind the abundant ground cover, their flop ears, twitching menacingly, as if to signal an ambush! It was only we had incinerated several thousand of them with our beam weapons when we discovered- SURPRISE! They were just gental herbivores! Imagine our relief! So we were a little late in getting started colonising.

 

[hide]Please! Don't Smack Me! I have a low pain threshold! I have a rare disease that makes my soft flesh bruise easily! I could easily expire from a small tap, and then who would feed my thousand encrustlings?

 

It was a ruse! A ruse designed to lull the enemy into a false sense of security, until we could plan a daring, and ultimately, suicidal mission in which we would all die in agony!

 

I find myself enjoying your company: Your sparkling conversation, and the presence of your huge, powerful, death-dealing starship, which, being my friend, you would certainly feel compelled to use to save me from ANY hostile lifeforms that threaten me with DEATH.

 

Are you sure? Because your statement is often just a more polite way of saying`Attention alien vessel: Identify yourself or be destroyed.'

 

Certainly, most gracious destroyer, as is well known, before departing this mortal helix all Spathi must complete the short, poignant ritual of Wezzy-Wezzah to be assured of a secure afterlife and by allowing us to fulfill this requirement, you too shall be granted immortality in our beautiful afterworld which is absolutely guaranteed to be free of similarly immortal monsters who would otherwise eat the both of us.

 

That settles it, for now I am certain that you are an honest and friendly being who is forced entirely through unfortunate circumstance - the unreasonable hostility of the Universe to travel the galaxy in a ship which, according to my sensors

is best suited for conducting planetary-scale genocide.

 

Originally, we were stationed on Earth's moon, which made us Spathi a bit uneasy because with each passing day we grew more and more worried about the sneaky Earthlings making a surprise attack though the Ilwrath kept telling us that was impossible since the Earthlings had no ships or weapons whatsoever.

That made us feel a bit better, but when the Ilwrath left, we again grew fearful and decided to make a strategic redeployment to Mars.

Later on we decided it would be prudent to relocate to Jupiter's moon, Ganymede then later Saturn's moon, Titan and finally here to Pluto.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=STcAhhcqXpU

 

 

Except to do what we promised, and help keep the galaxy alive. But once the galaxy is feeling better, its back to good old safety for us!

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It would be amazing to play them in a campagin

[Thegpguild2]

Forgot to mention i like Kender more then Halflings for thieves because a halfling wouldn't meet my criteria of joyful, fearless, nimble thieves.