Disabled characters in ttrpg/fantasy ARE cool, narratively interesting, and should be a part of the lore/worldbuilding process. It’s good writing, plain and simple. If you choose “disabled people don’t exist bc ✨magic✨” you’re boring.

Here are some examples: dryads with connective tissue disorders. Lignin and cellulose are great but can form an excess of rigid scar tissue after injury, or interrupting cellular structure and creating a spot that can be re-injured. Using braces or tying joints might help.

Spell casting with a stutter: I will probably play this character eventually. I have aphasia and a stutter, so my characters have stutters by default, and I always wondered how that would affect spells with verbal components. Aphasia has made my brain replace a word in a sentence with a random one. Ex “I put Rosemary in ice cubes to make it last longer” became “I put watermelon in ice cubes to make it last longer” and every time I retried the sentence I kept saying watermelon. Or “my road is just up the school”. I think rolling wild magic for verbal spells could be cool, and doesn’t just ‘punish or nerf’ characters for being disabled, cool and good stuff could happen.

I also did a visually impaired character. It’s a bit more intense than what I have, my eyes always have really big pupils so I never had to get them dilated at the optometrist. When you have photosensitivity it sucks and is very painful. Divination as an accommodation is really interesting to me, and using tinted glasses (just polarized sunglasses or pink fl41 for me) helps.

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He’s effeminate, and therefore we think he’s weak. But that man sits in pubs and clubs and houses and hotels telling all the world about his homosexuality. Out loud! All day long! Doesn’t bother him who’s listening—priests, or housewives, or landlords, or anyone. He tells the truth, and doesn’t care. No one else does that, Jeremy… no one. Certainly not us. In the whole of this land, there is Norman and Norman alone. To be blunt, he amazes me. I think he’s one of the strongest men in the world.