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Character Creation: Class and Background

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"Well I'd say those are some fairly fitting results, all things considered," Anthony concluded, writing furiously, and in more places on his paper than Stephanie had seen him write before.  She didn't feel anything tingling in her body or mind, so she had no idea what on earth he'd rolled to change.  Try as she might, Stephanie couldn't remember what a "vocation" was.  She imagined he wasn't sending her on a nice trip.  And hadn't he said something about her "background?"  As she looked behind her, Stephanie noticed the same building that had always been there, but felt something odd brush against her neck.  She looked down and was confused to see some of her newly platinum hair gathered into a small braid, with a blue and white feather attached to the end of it by some sort of hair tie.  Looking down, she saw that another feather, this one orange and white, was hanging down from behind her ear.  Both looked rather ratty to her, half of them having fallen away at some point.  She was just thinking how tacky they looked, when she fully processed that by all accounts they shouldn't have been there at all.  Then she realized that beyond that braid, and another she discovered hanging from the other side of her head, her hair was no longer hanging about her face at all.  She brought her right hand up to her head and could feel that it was all gathered up and back, leading to a tie on the back of her head. 

Then she realized that her shoulders were warm.  And her waist, and that the pendulous fat breasts she'd so recently felt swinging around felt contained, if no smaller.  Then Stephanie looked down and saw why.  Amazed and confused, she saw that her normal clothes, torn and destroyed, have been entirely replaced.  Some sort of wolf fur was now slung around her shoulders, one of which was now covered by what looked like some sort of small dragon skull.  She recoiled from the sight, and again when she realized that a necklace of painted fangs now hung from a string around her neck.  Her massive chest was now contained and kept in place by an underwrapping of what looked like this gauze that itched, now that she realized it was there, and beyond that by a thick leather top lined with fur.  She could scarcely see her belly, but spotted what looked like some sort of massive tattoo that certainly hadn't been there previously, and could see it extending downward onto some uncovered parts of her things, which themselves led down to fur and leather boots, wrapped tight in some sort of strap or rope.  More furs obscured her waist, which relieved Stephanie of the grotesque sight of her new manhood, though she felt bile rise in her through as she realized that she could still feel it, now wrapped and coiled within some sort of undergarment against her pelvis, testes nestled not too tightly below.  She was about to feel the pelt covering her waist, when she realized that moving her left hand was difficult, and when she looked up she realized why.  "Oh my Gruumsh," she muttered, not noticing the odd evocation of a name she'd never before heard.  Her hand was now holding a gigantic axe, bigger than any she'd ever seen, even in movies.  It was heavy, no doubt, but as she tested its weight in her hand, she realized that the tensing muscles in her arms were more than enough to wield the beastly weapon.  Not that she'd know how, even if she wanted to. 

Then the contractions in her mind finally began, causing her to stumble slightly, as she held onto her great axe for support and placed her right hand to her head.  A great deal of information had left her head recently, and now plenty was trying to stream back in all at once, even though the receptacle could no longer hold so much as it once could.  Thoughts, memories, feelings, all flowed into Stephanie's head far faster than she could comprehend or identify, and just when she thought she could take no more, the flow stopped as suddenly as it started.  She opened her eyes again and blinked several times, stumbling back to her full height.  Then the axe caught her eye again.  And she remembered something that had never happened to her before.  She could see up a grassy hill, a dark stormy sky behind it.  Rain threatened, but only the slight smell of ozone made any physical impact.  It flowed up her flaring nostrils.  There were people on the hill.  A lot of people.  Tall folk in shining armor, short stout bearded men swinging axes at giant wolves, great green behemoths she knew were like her; her people.  And she was kneeling, getting back up quickly, but not quickly enough, as she looked up to see what looked like a silvery knight hacking down at her with a shining sword.  She felt her body give up its effort to right itself, and fell, rolling to the side as it hit the ground, seeing the blade plant into the dirt where her face had been moments before.  Then before even she knew it, she'd leapt up onto her feet and smashed her armored fist into the helmet of the knight, knocking him onto his back, the wind making an audible exit from his lungs.  Then her axe was in the air, smashing down into his head.  Then again.  And again.  And again and again and again.  She roared, something primal issuing from her, and wheeled, catching another warrior behind her, who had sought to gain advantage from her seeming lack of awareness.  Then his chest had been caved in.  Then another knight fell, then one of the shorter men, then someone who looked like her, then another, and another, all to the seething white-hot fury that burned within her in a way she couldn't comprehend. 

And then Stephanie was staring at the axe.  And realizing that she very much knew how to use it.  "What am I...remembering...?" she stammered out, still floored by the flood of emotions that felt like they'd been her own, even though she knew very well that they weren't. 

Anthony was still writing, and answered, though he didn't look up.  "Oh, probably something about a battle.  You're a barbarian now, so you've seen plenty of those.  Though you're also a hermit, so it looks like you've spent a fair amount of time alone, so maybe something like that." 

Stephanie's lips twitched around the fangs that jutted up from her lower jaw.  "I'm not a fucking barbarian!" she half-yelled, half-sobbed, the intensity and confusion she felt from the thoughts and memories that now flowed through her was more than she'd been prepared for, even at this stage.  "I'm Stephanie Chandler!  I'm a student and I'm-I" she stammered out as teared rolled down her green cheeks, grief, mixing with a rising rage that scared her in how alien it was. 

Anthony sighed and finally put down his pencil.  "Yes yes, I know who you are.  And that's true.  But right now, and for at least a little while, you're also Stilgre, a barbarian orc hermit.  You were born as a rare man-maiden, a gift rarely bestowed upon female orcs by Gruumsh, the god of all that people.  Though it ought've sanctified you among your kin, the other orcs you were up with were ruthless and relentless in their abuse and belittlement of your gift, which made you rather anti-social, and something of a loner.  You grew up fighting in the wars of your people, with one another, with humans, dwarves, elves, and you distinguished yourself in battle, much to the chagrin of many around you who wished only to see you fail.  After an especially rough night, where you were soundly beaten by a gang of said kin, you tended your wounds as much as you could before the next day's raid.  Your head ached, your body complained, but like any good orc, you pushed through it and joined the fray the next day.  But you were slower than usual, less deft.  Upon almost being killed, something inside you, something that had been building for years snapped.  It snapped right off.  Then you killed the humans and dwarves attacking you.  And then you caught sight of one of your tormentors.  And that rage burned even brighter.  Right into him, and then on through.  And his compatriot who tried to come to his aid.  Then someone that had nothing to do with it.  But you didn't stop.  You couldn't.  You made a bloody path through that battlefield, fed with anyone who crossed your path.  Now orcs tend to be violent, and are encouraged to kill recklessly in battle, but this was something you'd never experienced before.  It was more than you were prepared for.  And you killed a great many of your fellows, some who didn't deserve it, and some who were very important to your chief.  So you ran.  You ran and ran until you didn't know where you were anymore.  You made your home in the wilderness, trying to come to terms with what you'd done and why, still feeling it within you, coursing through you, dormant.  You tested it on beasts and monsters in the wilds until you could control it, harness it and direct it at will, and it made you a powerful and dangerous warrior. 

"After a great many years by yourself, you finally set off into the world, seeing what you could make of it, and what it might make of you.  You've ventured forth with hunting parties, holding your own among any who would test you.  You've drunk the heartiest under the tavern table, and you've fucked and been fucked by any you deemed up to the task, though they're fewer than you'd like.  It's not a stable life in one place, but a life unattached, adventuring on the road is something you've found you quite like." 

And Stephanie knew it was true.  As he told her of herself, or this person she'd become, she remembered all of it.  The bullying of her peers, kicking her in her nether regions, hurting as the other girls never would.  Trying to prove herself, but always feeling like an outcast.  That terrible battle.  Running running running.  Life in the wild, cutting down terrible beasts.  The coiled rage she'd tamed and now unleashed at will.  Faces of people she'd fought with, people who had died beside her, people she'd cared for but would never tell, locked in embrace, the sensation of being entered and that alien one of being on the other side.  Going from town to town, fight to fight.  She remembered it all.  It felt real and it didn't.  She knew it wasn't, but it was all so vivid. 

"I don' wanna be this," she reiterated, this time sounding more resigned.  "I want my body back, my brain.  I'm not...I'm not Stilgre.  I'm not no man-maiden, I'm a girl, I'm smart, I'ma be a marketing manager!  Nobody gonna hire no stupid angry lady hitting things with a axe!  How'm I supposed to live like this?  People think I'ma fuckin' freak!"  She stomped her foot on this last point for emphasis, frustration and anger coursing through her.  Even against her instincts, the purely Stephanie part of her didn't actually want to crush this man's skull.  It felt like it would be giving up part of who she really was. 

"Stilgre, you haven't been listening closely enough," Anthony tut-tutted.  "I know that's really my fault, but let me explain.  You don't have to be this way forever.  And if you do stay this way, it would be in a place much more accepting of your new self.  You'll have every change to get back to the way you were.  You just have to do a little...adventuring first. 

Something inside her thrilled at that idea, but Stephanie knew it wasn't from her.  "Wait, you gonna change me back?!" she asked, heart jumping into her throat. 

"Yes yes, I'll change you back to good old Stephanie Chandler, IF you succeed in the task I set before you." 

Stephanie thrilled.  She'd always assumed that she was to be left forever as this dumb stupid thing she'd become.  Thank Gruumsh she might have a way out now.  If this idiot wanted her to do some weird adventure, then he'd only made it a lot easier by giving her all this ridiculous muscle and skill.  She just had to suffer through having it for a little while. 

"It won't be easy though, even with your great power," Anthony said, as if reading Stephanie's mind.  "Indeed, if you succeed, you'll truly be worth of the title of Hero of the World.  But don't worry, you won't be undertaking this mission alone." 

Stephanie tilted her head at this.  God she hoped she didn't have to be around any weirdo monster things.  Then she remembered that she WAS a weird monster thing.  Still.  "All right.  Fine," she said tersely.  At this point, any chance was better than none, and she was not going to blow the opportunity to get her life back.  "What do I gotta do?" 

"Don't worry about that right yet.  I've got to go get some of your friends to join you."  Stephanie's green face paled and her mouth dropped open slightly.  "I'll get you to the tavern.  Have a drink or two while you wait.  You'll see them soon. 

And then Stephanie was gone.


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Well, it's been a road getting here, but we're finally at the end of Stephanie's Character Creation process.  She's gone from Stephanie Chandler, a young brunette business major to a battle-hardened shemale orc barbarian named Stilgre.  And here at the end we at last see the larger plan Anthony's been working toward this entire time.  Stephanie will be playing Dungeons & Dragons first-person as her character Stilgre, and will be sent on an epic journey, and if she triumphs, she'll be returned to her old life and her old body as if nothing had happened.  But like any good game of D&D, she can't go on that journey alone.  Anthony plans for a few of Stephanie's friends to create characters as well, to make a true adventuring party worthy of the quest he has in mind. 

So this means that after this, Character Creation will begin again with a new subject and new rolls to create a new random character.  I know not everyone liked the direction of this, but I'm glad for the random nature of it even so.  The character Stephanie became was not a transformation I would have thought to draw or go out of my way to create, so it was a new experience for me.  Thank you to everyone who supported the series, whether it was by sponsoring an entry or through comments, notes, and favorites.  I'm still excited to take it for another round to see what we end up with.  For the sake of avoiding redundancy, I DO plan to nix certain major options that Stephanie got, so we don't end up with anything too similar.  The shemale option will be taken off, as well as the orc race option, the barbarian class, and hermit background.  I'll also restructure some of the options more efficiently and take one or two out entirely, so it's a better, more streamlined experience. 

I also may do an epilogue picture for Stilgre, showing her in-world, but that's more of a leisurely thing than something on the front burner. 

I have something sketched up for the next session, but I might rework it.  We'll see.  Either way I don't know how soon it will be, but I'll draw and post it as soon as I can manage, given a schedule that's been rather packed as of late. 

Thank you very much to :iconthearrogantnair: for sponsoring this final entry, and again to EVERYONE who contributed to this series' completion.  I hope the experience has been intriguing, even if not exactly what you might have expected. 

Until the next one,

Sura

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CorruptiveJade's avatar
I enjoyed this a lot and cant wait to see where the next one goes