My persona, Nori, a bull.
My powers include: silver, garlic, fresh running water, sunlight, melting bones & eating rot. not deliberately, they're a hybrid of a bit too many things. the undead should be absolutely terrified.
my (fantasy) race so mixed the Habsburgs just vaporise in my vicinity. my OC is the combination of 16 kinda badass great grand parents, all different fantasy races from like random different fictional settings, As the descendent, my gene pool's finely crafted hero status by default. Some artificial insemination shenanigans had to have taken place. I'm not like privileged and from a family with more time than sense. I just think everyone was visiting the sperm bank and rolled a nat 20. I am genetically the luckiest damn character in fiction to ever exist. And in my D&D campaign I am absolutely 100% going to disappoint.
"When you say 'make you like him', do you mean: A, make you think he's pretty cool as a persuasion ability does; or B, transmute you into being at least partially similar to him?"
