>Name:
Rabbi Ben Yevin Yoseph Goldschmidt
Age:
30
Occupation (if applicable):
Posting on the internet
Virgin (y/n)?
Do dogs count?
Three words that you think best describe you:
Clever, Rich, Jewish

You wake up in generic fantasy land in the middle of a misty field. You probably wander until you are found by a traveling band of hairy, uncouth bandit monsters. Your strange clothes intrigue them, so instead of eating you, they bring you to their shaman. He looks into your future (after breaking off your left hand as a component for the spell), and sees you will lead them to glory. Angry and bitter because of the loss of your hand, you plot revenge over time as you are forced to help with chores, then child care, then you train, then you raid. You grow strong, and with superior intelligence, you begin to lead raids on small settlements. You eventually kill the shaman and become the chief.

You are chief of the trolls. You will be struck down by a party of heros when you are elderly and sick, but until then, will wreak havoc on the countryside.

Lauren
18
Student
N
Loyal, Stubborn, Honest

You wake up in a back alley of a city slum. After wandering and seeking help, you are accosted by three drunks who paw at you until you attack one, accidentally cracking open his skull on the ground in the process. You flee, but are grabbed by a local gang of street toughs who liked the way you handled yourself. If was mostly luck that you hurt the man and got away, but you impress them. Not taking no for an answer, they induct you into their gang. You learn the tricks of the trade and with your modern, educated air, easily bewitch naive peasants out of enough gold to live on. Your conscience begins to get the better of you, however - you don't like the way you're feeding off others' ignorance, but you've grown attached to your 'crew' and don't just leave in the middle of the night - you try to get a few to go honest with you and get jobs. Most laugh, some are angry with you. One man, thus far your best friend and instructor, convinces you to leave for another city in the night with him. You do. You wake up a week later with every scrap of your wealth and your friend gone. Has probably ditched you.

Thief with a conscience alone and penniless in a new city. You become part of a legendary adventuring party.

Jake
21
Jobless Slob
N
Caring, Absentminded, Stupid

Name: James
Age: 25
Occupation (if applicable): Boat repairs
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you:
Resilient, Sardonic, Abrasive

Kirk
25
Econ PhD candidate in Top 5 school
y
aspie mathematical philosopher

You arrive in the middle of the forest and manage to keep your wits about you. You travel in one direction, but soon are exhausted and nearly die of hunger. You are found by a tree spirit who takes pity on you and gives you a big salad and a teleport to a city. Her goodbye hug gives you a magical blue glow that immediately has the town guard escorting you to the local wizard. Amused and intrigued by your tale, he allows you an internship of sorts. As it turns out, you have no gift for magic, but he teaches you all about the world around you and you soon are comfortable enough with the ways of this world. After a few years and some clever investing, you have enough money to open your own shop in town and you soon become the wealthiest merchant around. Occasionally, your wanderlust and a lucrative deal come together to make you hire guards and make a caravan run.

You are a traveling merchant. Wise and saavy. You give quests and have connections.

Name: Ilya
Age: 19
Occupation: software engineering student/freelance programmer
Virgin: y

Procrastinator
Green (I fucking love the colour, has no relation to the current fad of being "green" or whatever)
Lucky

JT
21
Student of History
N
Snobby, Handsome, Reflective

>Name:
Jonathan
>Age:
25
>Occupation (if applicable):
Full-Time Student / Full-Time factory worker to pay for being a student (summer)
>Virgin (y/n)?
N
>Three words that you think best describe you:
Boisterous, Lonesome, Pensive

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OP is doing it backwards. Do it the /tg/ way.

Post your latest character's stats, OP will tell us who he thinks we are in real life.

>Name:
>Benjamin Alexander Phargos
>Age:
51
>Occupation (if applicable):
Palatial estate holder.
>Virgin (y/n)?
N.
>Three words that you think best describe you:
It's my house

>>22003578
>handsome
>on /tg/

no pls

Name: Chantal (just letting you know I hate revealing the abomination that is my name)
Age: 20
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? Y
Three words that you think best describe you:
nonchalant, silent, immature.

Name: Nelson
Age: 23
Occupation (if applicable): Soldier
Virgin (y/n)? n
Three words that you think best describe you: funny, bitter, charismatic

>>22003545

Your entrance into generic fantasy land is a hazy memory - all you remember is that you landed on your head and everything before that is really, really hard to focus on. In pain and lost, you are found by a wandering tribe of small lizard people. At first, they're really scared of you, but when they see you're hurt and no threat, many of them begin pelting you with sticks and rocks in an attempt to kill you and eat you. When faced by this assault, an overwhelming rage overtakes you and you beat many of the small creatures to death with your bare fists. Soon after you run away and hide in a small cave. The smell of blood won't get out of your clothes and you can't stop crying when you think about your horrible experience, so you throw the clothes away and stay in the cave naked. Two days later you awake to find the lizard people at your doorstep again. They do not attack, however, they leave you food and scurry away when you yell in surprise. Famished, you devour the food and don't notice their shaman approach and heal you of your festering wounds. They apologize for attacking and offer to not attack in the future if you help them catch more food for the winter. Feeling guilty about taking some of their lives, and not knowing what else to do, you accept. You find the memory of your first days here can trigger in you that same anger and bloodlust as you learn to hunt and track.

You are a brain damaged barbarian of the rockheart kobold tribe. You will protect them to your dying breath.

Name: John
21
Student of psychology
yes
aspie, intellectual, good-hearted

>>22003662

I have dreamed of this day. Thank you, based Anon.

Burnadette (wish I was joking)
19
Student
Y
Reserved, bookish, apathetic

Name: Ashley
Age: 22
Occupation (if applicable): lady of the night
Virgin (y/n)? LOL no
Three words that you think best describe you:
flagitious idiosyncrasy dilapitation

Chandler
18
Student
Yes
Insecure, strong-willed, wasted potential

More than 3 words but you get the point.

>>22003687
bernadette is the hottest character on Big Bang Theory.

Alice
25
Jobless Scum, considering Law Enforcement
N
Caring, Loyal, Violent

>>22003561

You appear in this fantastical land twenty feet under water. You would have surely drowned in your surprise if there had not been a fishing net right there to scoop you up. When you flop coughing onto the capital city's largest fishing boat, the superstitious crew don't take it as a mere coincidence, and you have a hard time doing so as well. The ship is two weeks from shore, and in that time, you prove your worth in your unorthodox modern repair knowledge. The captain's eyes see dollar signs, and you are hired on and outsourced to other fishmen for repairs. Eventually, you are discovered by the local government and requisitioned by the king to explain your knowledge. Upon your convincing him that you are from another land, you are sent to be studied by an eccentric sage who bores you to tears with his experiments. Much to your surprise, your former captain breaks you out of the castle in a hail of cannonfire - hell if he's letting these fools have his cash cow! You are kidnapped/rescued and made first mate of the now hunted pirate vessel.

You are a pirate on the Dirty Perch and discover untold wealth that you will never really get to spend.

The hell not.

Name: Tina
Age: 22
Occupation: Freelance Artist
Virgin: Y
Words: Observant, quiet, stubborn

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Name: Nick
Age: 23
Occupation (if applicable): Formerly a security guard, quit job to pursue dream of creating a tabletop roleplaying game.
Virgin (y/n)? No.
Three words that you think best describe you: Creative, storyteller, regretful.

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.

>>22003753

That's fucking awesome, OP. You're alright in my book.

Name: Jay
Age: 32
Occupation (if applicable): Local route truck driver
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you:
Impartial
Forgettable
Precise

Name: Mitch
Age: 19
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? Y
Three words that you think best describe you: Awkward, Funny, Stubborn

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Name: Dig
Age: 24
Occupation (if applicable): Architectural Photographer
Virgin (y/n)? No
Three words that you think best describe you: Awkward, clever, lackadaisical

Name: Taylor
Age:22
Occupation (if applicable): Attempting to be a game designer
Virgin (y/n)? Yes
Three words that you think best describe you: Talkative, fun-loving, short-sighted

Name: Tyler
Age: 18
Occupation: Movie Theatre Concessions/ aspiring architectural engineer
Virgin (y/n)? Lol no

three words: smart, self righteous to a fault, funny

Name: Brant Coleman
Age: 19
Occupation (if applicable): NEET
Virgin (y/n)? Lost it to another man, even though I'm 99% heteronormative.
Three words that you think best describe you: Charismatic, histrionic, paranoid.

>>22003576

When you appear in this world, you are ten feet in the air and you immediately fall screaming onto... a feather bed! It turns out to be the bed of a humble merchant and he is extremely puzzled as to how you suddenly appeared and broke his bed, but he threatens to call the guards if you don't work off the debt. You confusedly agree, and spend the next few months as an unpaid errand runner and shop attendant. The merchant falls in love with you over this time, completely taken with your charm, but as you do not return the feelings, you quietly slip away one night. Not three blocks from his home, you stumble upon a bunch of vagabonds rolling dice. You decide, on a lark, to throw away your last gold coin in this game. but you wind up winning. Then winning again! And again! You soon have everyone calling you out as a cheater and knives are drawn! Lucky for you, one of the drunken gamblers throws a cantrip towards the floor and whisks you away in the smoke. He saw you using magic on those die, but he thought you'd know enough to stop before everyone got suspicious! "Us sorcerers have got to play it smart, after all!" To repay him for the rescue, you become his assistant in his travelling magic show. As luck would have it, his previous assistant was just eaten by a troll.

You are a wild mage, blessed by the Goddess of Luck. You will live a fast paced life of adventure and will break impossible odds, but when your luck runs out, you will die horribly.

>>22003852
>heteronormative
i don't think you know what that word means

>>22003853
Awesome. Thanks!

Name: Trey
Age: 16
Occupation (if applicable):
Virgin (y/n)? no
Three words that you think best describe you: dark, confident, adamant

>>22003578


You wake up on the shore of a lake. It's magical aura and the surrounding beauty of the sand and the flowers bewitch you. You spend a few weeks there, collecting shells and flowers, managing to catch fish, and just generally living in supernatural bliss. As it turns out, this isn't as nice as it initially seems. The entire area is magical because of a community of aquatic pixies that are toying with you because you are so odd looking and they don't know where you came from. Eventually they reveal themselves and decide to keep you as a pet. As you spend more and more time in their magical waters, you change more and more. You can soon breathe water and live off of naught but the beauty of nature. You are happy. But you are also trapped. If you leave the lake for more than a day, you find that an overwhelming pain and other serious withdrawal symptoms wrack your body. You begin to distrust anything that disturbs the area surrounding the lake because you fear something happening to it. It isn't long before you're drowning innocent fishermen that venture too close.

You become a water demon, bodyguard to a community of pixies. You will most likely one day bite off more than you can chew and will either be slain or magically rescued from the pixies against your will.

>>22003861
I haven't slept properly in the last week, it sounded like what I meant.

Alexander
21
Call-centre guy
No
Empathetic, Unmotivated, Contrarian

>>22003484
Name: Jack Brith
Age: 23
Occupation (if applicable): Intelligence Analyst
Virgin (y/n)? n
Three words that you think best describe you: Father, driven, logical

>>22003484
Name: david
Age: 21
Occupation (if applicable): navy corpsman medic to those who dont know and electric engineer student
Virgin (y/n)n
Three words that you think best describe you:just, quiet, improviser

Name: Devon
Age: 20
Occupation (if applicable): student/stock boy
Virgin (y/n)? Y
Three words that you think best describe you: wise, quiet, blunt

Name: Implying I'm gonna post my name on 4chan
Age:21
Occupation: Vidya game designer (srs)
Virgin? No
Three words that you think best describe you: Resourceful, Charismatic, Blunt

>>22003933

>didn't realize OP only wants first names

My bad. My name is Derek, in that case.

>>22003894

This is...!

Actually pretty awesome. I like swimming. And drowning innocents sounds fun. I always wanted to be a water troll.

Thank you, based Anon

>>22003893
Trey? From Illinois?? Is that you bro? You're not 16.

>>22003962
Nope, born and raised in Ohio.

Name: Brendan
Age: 24
Occupation (if applicable): Lab/field technician and GIS cartographer for an environmental firm owned by my father because I can't get any other work.
Virgin (y/n)? Not at all.
Three words that you think best describe you: Musician, thin, drunk.

>>22003978
Ah! Well, I ought to be hittin the old dusty trail...

Name: Christian Castile (real name sounds like this)
Age: 24
Occupation: Freelance Writer
Words To Describe: Lazy, Caring, Wellspoken

I'm really boring in real life. That's why I play games.

Boring name, job, all of it.

>>22003962
>implying there's only one person named Trey in the world

Name: Alex
Age: 25
Occupation: Funds appropriations manager and factory floor supervisor (not even shitting you its that long)
Virgin: N
Small, Intelligent, Lucky
>please make me a hero OP it might help get through a dull day tomorrow!

Josh
25
Newspaper carrier
Yes
Loyal, creative, introverted

>>22003991
Hey! I do GIS shit all day long.

>>22004011
So, what, you're an overseer who mugs the employees? (to forestall butthurt: it's a joke)

Name: Cameron
Age: 20
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? Yes
Three words that you think best describe you:
Lazy
Shy
Creative

Good luck, I hope I get something cool.

Name: Vivian
Age: 21
Occupation (if applicable): Barista
Virgin (y/n)? N. Most def N.
Three words that you think best describe you: loyalty, fidelity bravery

>>22004015
I wish I could, but at the moment I don't get enough work to do much of anything other than live with my parents. Shit sucks. Fucking government not accepting our bids because we actually do our job and won't fudge numbers to make our lakes look clean when they aren't.

>>22003583

You appear on the top of a windy mountain peak. The howling of the elements around you is nearly deafening and the cold is dangerous - you attempt to climb down as quickly as you can. You are confused and panicked despite your best efforts to keep it together, and fall, twisting your ankle and banging up the rest of you as well. You limp along, but know you're in trouble when you reach a sheet cliff. That night, you wake up to the sound of howling distressingly close by - a wolf is on top of this mountain! It doesn't seem to make sense, there's nothing alive to hunt up here, but the thing chases you around all night as you stumble, hide, and limp to a cave tunnel you hadn't noticed before. Inside, the wolf finds you and backs you up against a wall. It's eyes glow red and it laughs menacingly before taunting you - the thing reveals itself to be a werewolf! Before it can eviscerate you, however, a guttural roar from the back of the tunnel distracts it - and a squat, man sized badger falls upon it, biting with it's foaming mouth. Both creatures are badly injured, but the badger prevails and with nowhere else to go, you bandage your savior even as he threatens to eat you next. He weakly bites your hand. The next morning, the badger turns into a dark skinned dwarf who looks you up and down and then kicks you out on your ass.

You find your strength returning and climb down the mountain. It isn't long before you notice hair growing in weird places, though...

You become a werebadger and live your life in the wilderness. You live a short, hard life.

Otis
18
Part time Hotel Hand(?). I don't know. They usually tell me what to do and I do it and get paid. It can go from anything like gardening to bartending.
Yes
Over-thinking, polite.

>I want this so I followed from /r9k/, sorry.

>>22004028
>So, what, you're an overseer who mugs the employees?
I mean if you want ot put it that way I guess. Factory floor manager is really just making sure people dont smoke around flammables or go hide somewhere during the work day (people actually do this by the way). Real job is funds appropriations manager and its just a glorified accountant basically.

>>22003893
Talk about underage b&.

>>22004035
Dude. Go private sector, that's what I did. I work for a multinational in their North America division and am on a team doing their internal audits. I get paid well, good benefits, cool people to work with and I'm never asked to lie.

>>22003607

I think it's a fine name.

You appear in generic fantasy in a flash a smoke ten feet in the air. Fortunately for you, your fall is broken by another person. Unfortunately for them, their neck gets snapped. As it turns out, they were a gang leader, and you are kidnapped by a man who witnesses your entrance. Initially he thinks you are an assassin playing dumb, but soon discards that notion because he HIMSELF was an assassin sent to kill the man and you obviously are clueless. Because of reasons unknown, he decides he can't let you just leave, and instead tries to exchange his knowledge for yours - knowledge of your future and how you may have come here. As it turns out, you're good at sneaking, but just can't get the hang of killing things. One night you decide to make a run for it and escape the scary weirdo. Completely alone and lost, you are drawn to the sound of singing two days later - a traveling bard nearly soils himself when you turn up right behind him. He teaches you his song and you sing along on a fluke. Regardless of your previous singing skill, you are amazing! He demands you perform with him that night and offers you half profits - thus begins a long, but ultimately tragic partnership that ends when your assassin tutor kills your partner.

You are a bard with an inspiring, angelic voice, and an obsessive, dark stalker.

Name: Patrick O'Irishname
Age: 19
Occupation (if applicable): Pre-med student.
Virgin (y/n)? Y
Three words that you think best describe you:
Loyal, intelligent, busy.

Name: Merlin (I shit you not)
Age: 30
Occupation (if applicable): Registered Nurse (with Masters Degree)
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you: Idiosyncratic, Adventurous (Not as much as I would like), Know-it-all

What the hell, I'll bite:

Name: Matt
Age: 22
Occupation: Student (Going to be a Tour Guide)
Virgin: Y
Introspective, Patient, Curious

Scott
24
Warehouse operative.
Not a virgin.
Amoral, Loyal, Lazy.

>>22004087
I swear to fucking god I've met you.

Joseph
27
N/A
Y
Nerd, smart, lazy

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Neat idea OP.

Name: Tommy
Age: 21
Occupation: Afterschool Program (Elementary) Teacher.
Virgin: Nope
Three words that you think best describe you:
Friendly, Jokey, Sensitive

Richard
Math Tutor/Comp Sci Student
18
Virgin
Beta, Humourous, Intelligent

Name: Jason
Age: 28
Occuptaion: Janitor
Virgin: N
Timid, Polite, Daydreamer

>>22003639

You arrive flat on your back before an enormous castle gate. The guards suspect black magic and have you in dungeons for questioning in no time. After the local torturer/sorcerer has determined that you are innocent, but of otherworldly origin, you are released, but kept on the castle grounds with a magical restraining device. Left to your own devices, you bond with a few drunken guards with tales of your own strange training, battles, and home. Your new friends take you in as a guard and you are given training, arms, and armor. After months of acclimation and a few saved paychecks, you have enough to purchase a horse and are trained in further battle tactics. Years pass. The sorcerer is able to glean nothing of note from his experiments and so is commanded to allow you freedom, but you do not leave. Your friends are one reason, but the young widow of another soldier you didn't know who is bearing your child is the main reason. You have a steady job and a beautiful son and are fairly happy.

Then war is declared.

You are a brave soldier who is placed on the front lines of battle. You die to a hail of arrows and leave behind a wife son who will miss you terribly.

>Name: Shadowseek deathglare
>Age: 90-100?*
>Occupation (if applicable): Spellbook transcriptionist
>Virgin (y/n)? No
>Three words that you think best describe you: Studious, Cruel, Paranoid

* - age is unclear to the eye, could be any age between 90-100. A spellbook transcriptionist copies spellbooks, usually in a great library, whether it be royal or otherwise.

Taylor
22
EMT/geology major
Y
Versatile, Distractable, Courageous

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>>22004176

>>22004045
>You find your strength returning and climb down the mountain. It isn't long before you notice hair growing in weird places, though...
I'm not sure which would win, my inability to grow awesome body hair, or the werebadger curse

>You become a werebadger and live your life in the wilderness. You live a short, hard life.

Sounds nice, actually.
No taxes when you only exist to fuck up whatever's on your badgery path

I'ma be a dragon slayer!
(famous last words)

>>22004116
How and where anon? I live all the way in SE Asia

>>22004236
ME TOO! Except I'm in Singapore.

>>22004177
Wait a second here, I got confused, was I supposed to give my OWN name and specifics? Shadowseek is an old character of mine I never really got to use very much. I do still want to see what you come up with though, OP, and I have at least 3 others that I'd like to throw at you.

Joseph
none
y
funny, caring, sensitive (according to my friend)

Name:
John
Age:
23
Occupation (if applicable):
Computer Guy
Virgin (y/n)?
y
Three words that you think best describe you:
Reliable, Trustworthy, Mellow

>Name
Seth
>age
19
>job
video game tester (hoping to get into concept artist)
>innocence
still got it
>description
artistic, relaxed, inventive

Fuark, I was supposed to give my own info. Oh well. Still might be cool.

>>22004267
forgot age:16

>>22004177
So you're damn near one hundred and write spellbooks?

Or are you a 20 year old faggot in a one bedroom apartment?

>>22004236
I swear I've met a male nurse in Portland, Oregon named Merlin. I fucking swear it.

I am suddenly very aware that there is no way I will get to all of these.

Didn't think it'd get such a response. Oh well, just gotta press on.

>>22003664

You do not appear violently, rather, you just wake up in a bed that is not yours. You aren't alone either. You wake up next to a large blue skinned and naked woman. Turns out she's a light sleeper, and when you shift in the bed in shock, she pulls you into a headlock and whispers her thanks for last night into your ear. She then gets up, dresses, and disappears in a puff of smoke.

When you go downstairs, you find you're in a tavern and you also slowly come to the realization that you know what somebody is going to say a full five seconds before they say it. You are quickly recognized as a mindreader and are kicked out of town by a hastily formed mob.

Wandering, you come upon the blue skinned woman you woke up next to beating the hell out of a large, hairy monster. You find out that she's a mind reader as well. She teaches you the ropes of both keeping your power under wraps and how to use mind control to induce orgasms in others. Then she gives you another kiss and you never see her again.

You soon find work as a prostitute but work your way up to royal concubine and eventually leave on your own to follow your true love.

You're some sort of FATAL telepath. I dunno. I'm getting tired. You are the BBEG of the campaign.

Name: Alexander
Age: 22
Occupation (if applicable): Machinist / Metal worker
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you:
paranoid, inquisitve, knowledgeable

>>22004325
Part of the reason I never used shadowseek was because I lost the document containing his inventory and history, so I posted him in this thread to see what OP comes up with. I was under the (wrong) impression that we were supposed to put characters forward, brought on by not reading the thread carefully.

>>22004342
Please OP, you're so close to me and you're doing great! I've been waiting in this thread forever, don't leave just yet...

>>22004247
well shit, I've never been to singapore or met any singaporeans in my life, Though I have played against many of your countrymen on TF2.

>>22004342
I think this is my favorite so far in this thread. Keep going, they've been improving as you get more tired.

If you don't mind, can I follow in your footsteps and do this same thing one day? This thread seems like a good way to get some writing practice done.

Name: Wolf
Age: 20
Occupation (if applicable): Unemployed and ill.
Virgin (y/n)? n
Three words that you think best describe you: Reasonable. Proud. Uncertain.

Philip
21
Electrical Engineering Student
Y
Stoic, Contemplative, Self-sacrificing

Name: Ash
Age: 27
Occupation: Army special operations medic
Virgin: No and No
3 descriptive words: haunted, depressed, dedicated

>>22004375
This. You're like 5 or so away from me but if you never get there I still am enjoying what you're writing.

>>22004425
>>22004375
If OP bails, I think I'll try picking up on his slack for at least a bit. We can do it relay style, give the thread more steam.

I agree with the general assessment that this thread is good stuff. If I had ANY pictures of fantasy women that didn't violate the no-p0rn rule I'd bump this thread with them. Unfortunately I don't.

>>22003484
Name: Zachary Alexander
Age: 19
Occupation: Student (engineering major if that matters)
Virgin: No
Three words: Creative, Paranoid, Driven

>>22004375

Don't worry, I've got a few more in me. And if somebody saves the list of these in order, I'll come back to it in later threads. I'm really having fun, actually.

>>22003687

You fall into the world and land face first into a large pool of mud. The first sound you hear is the howling laughter of a nearby gnome who helps you up and cleans you up while telling you longwinded stories of times he appeared magically six inches above pools of various fluids. He shares dinner with you and you trade stories and he explains exactly why you appeared where you did and why (no I won't say myself, only the gnome knows). With this knowledge, you take on the quest of getting back home. The gnome directs you to a library of a nearby benevolent dragon for the macguffin. You begin the journey with a pep in your step and a song on your lips.

You are eaten by an owlbear almost immediately.

You had the potential to be the protagonist of the story, but you were a little too gung-ho and hadn't even realized you were paladin material.

If anyone ever wishes to go home, however, they will invariably resurrect you because the gnome refuses to talk with anyone else.

Name: Ian
Age: 21
Occupation (if applicable): Maths undergrad
Virgin (y/n)? nope
Three words that you think best describe you:
Distracted, obsessive, quiet

Name: Anthony
Age: 23
Occupation: College Student
Virgin: Y
3 Words: Oblivious, Understanding, Ataraxic

>>22004389

No. Screw you. I just copyrighted all rights to this type of thread.

...Seriously though, of course I don't mind.

>>22004439

And yeah, if anybody else wants to jump in, go ahead. I'm going to go ahead and do the next 4 chronologically, the rest is up for grabs.

>>22004579
If you don't mind, OP, assuming you reach mine, I'd prefer to post some of my other character seeds rather than my personal info. Have had people come visit me at my house (rather by surprise) because they were able to locate me. However, it should prove to be rather simple to work with, as the character seeds I have aren't much more than a few sentences and an idea. I'm interested in what you (or beard) does with what I post.

Name: Alexander, I prefer Alex.
Age: 21
Occupation (if applicable): Baker/IT
Virgin (y/n)? No
Three words that you think best describe you:
Insatiable, Inquisitive, Doldrum

awh yeah, so close to mine, with people picking up the slack

Is this the sort of thing that should be archived, or just screencapped with the actual stories?

>>22004531

This is awesome, OP. You're awesome! Even when I got eaten by an owlbear.

>>22003484
OP is pretty cool today.

Name: Christopher Michael Ignatius (yes I use all three)
Age: 23
Occupation: Student, Short Order Cook, Budding Author
Virgin: Have a nearly three year old son, so no
Three words: Sarcastic, dreamer, meticulous

This sounds cool OP

Name: Michael
Age: 22
Occupation: Teacher aide
Virgin: No

Three words that you think best describe you:
Pragmatic
Self loathing
Loner

Name: Aaron
Age: 24
Occupation (if applicable): Butcher
Virgin (y/n)? y
Three words that you think best describe you: tall, bald, cynical.

>>22003704

You fall into a pool of holy water in the temple of the God of Generic Goodness.

Your crotch burns horribly and you jump out as quickly as you can, breaking your nose on the cold stone ground in the process. The priests consider you a sign from the Generic God of Goodness and take you in as one of their own. You are frightened by their chanting and magic and try multiple times to flee, but they bind you. Eventually, you calm and they heal you of all your physical and emotional hurt. You learn the teachings of Generic Goodness and you become a neophyte in the religion.

In time, you become a nun. You find that your hymen has regrown, possibly due to the holy water, possibly due to the spells. You devote yourself to chastity.

In time, a traveling group of adventurers attract your church's attention to an unholy cult and you are dispatched to destroy it.

You succeed, but are subtly corrupted by evil in the process.

You return to the church to hails and praise. But you are starting to look at the choir boys with lusty eyes and are in constant inner turmoil.

As the OP said that he/she'll do the next 4, I'll go ahead and do the 5th down which is in this link.

>>22003790

When you came to from your long sleep, you found yourself decked in Rank and File plate armor, and holding a standard issue broadsword and shield. Looking around you, you see that you belonged in a much larger unit of soldiers, organized in formations just outside of a large town.

You heard your leader give a speech; something about how these people have made your people suffer, and declared themselves independent from the kingdom at that. With the rest of your fellow soldiers shouting vigorously, you were hesitant, but you raised your sword so as not to be called out on. Then the order came to attack. You charged with the rest of them.

It was a massacre. Though your fellow soldiers looked to enjoy causing the devastation, you yourself only killed because you were ordered to. The sight that brought you out of your stupor was the sight of a little girl crying over the bodies of her parents, just as another soldier cut her down like cattle.

You used this opportunity to run in the chaos, deserting your fellow soldiers.

Now you changed your name and your identity, and you wander between towns, to work off the moralistic debt you owe.

In time, you would become part of a great adventuring party, and fight against evil wherever it may be.

Name: Crom
Age: 24
Occupation (if applicable): Software Engineer
Virgin (y/n)? n
Three words that you think best describe you:
vidya, stories, serious

>>22003719

You wake up in a pool of your own vomit in the middle of a dusty ghost town. You search the town for hours and turn up supplies to live on, but not a single living soul.

Using the town as a base of sorts, you slowly search the surrounding area. In time, you come upon a terrifying giant who seems extremely happy and relieved to see you. He is dim, but strong and sweet and tells you he is really happy his sneezy cold germs didn't make EVERYONE melt.

He then sneezes on you full on in the face. It stings, but you are otherwise unharmed. It seems you are immune. Overjoyed, the giant helps you repair the town, gather food, and he even teaches you some of his practical skills, like how to skin, farm, and talk to trees. The giant turns out to be very close to nature, so close, that you eventually discover through conversation that he IS nature, or an aspect of it. His father was a tree and his mother was the wind. Dirt's his brother.

In time, word of the human killing plague originating from this giant somehow gets around. But you've come to learn the truth - this town was raping the land of it's resources and this giant is both innocent and righteous. You will work together with it and help protect the earth.

You are a druid who soon finds they have no qualms with killing thoughtless men who seek to harm your friend.

Archived under "Your Generic Fantasy Self"

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

>>22004342
OK, this isn't what I expected. How did you come up with that exactly? At least tell me what species my mystery lover was.

>>22004780
Considering I was in the army prior to being a security guard, and some other stuff in that post...
Shit hit home, bro.

>>22003817

You came to in the stables beside the inn, and you woke up in a jolt when the horse inside the pen panicked. Just as you were about to get away from the horse, the horse kicks you with his hoof, and you fall unconscious.

The next time you woke up, you were put into the care of the temple of the Sun where your wounds were healed. Just as soon as you were healed, a man dressed in royal clothes looks at you with an unsettling scowl, and then he shouts at you that you were trying to steal his horse.

You tried to defend yourself, but being surrounded by the prince and the prince's guard, and with the Sun temple remaining neutral, your arguments, no matter how truthful, fell on deaf ears. Well, except for one set of ears.

Those ears belonged to the introspective stable master who saw your just appear out of mid-air and got you medical help. The prince shouted back at the stable master for talking out of turn, but that was when the Sun temple clergy cut in, and sided with you and the stable master. The prince grumbled and walked out of the temple.

The stable master walked back to you and shook your hand, and then told you happily that he would be happy to hear your story, and give him a hand with the stables.

Thankfully, the stable master didn't want you to clean up dung, instead, the stable master had you on call for shuttling the local people between the towns, to which you accepted.

Now you converse with people on your job, telling them stories while listening to theirs in return. Its a humble job, but quite rewarding if you don't say so yourself.

>>22003783
>>22003735

Gonna make these a two-fer.

You open your eyes and find you cannot move - you are restrained and encased in a strange, breathable liquid. You begin to panic and thrash, but this causes a horrific pain in your shoulder, you turn your head and realize that...

THERE'S ANOTHER HEAD SOWN ONTO YOUR BODY!

Now that you look at yourself, your body is a strange, frankenstein mix of your body and another woman's! You scream, understandably. The other bitch on your shoulder needs to calm down though. You take some time to freak out, but evetually calm down and work together on breaking apart the glass case around you. Working together with your new partner, you find you're insanely strong. You also find that when you try to work at opposing goals, you thwart each other rather easily.

Once you escape, the evil little goblin scientist that did this to you tries to command you to attack a nearby settlement. You wind up breaking his arms but spare his life in exchange for advice on getting your own bodies back.

You begin a quest to get this bitch off your shoulder.

You are a two headed abomination. You wind up getting along very well with your body-mate half the time, but you have your fair share of problems. The other head also develops romantic feelings for you towards the end of your journey, which is difficult for a multitude of reasons.

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>>22005034

I don't know about Tina, but I approve heavily!

>>22004923

She's large and blue skinned.

Clearly a Frost Troll.

>>22005069
Isn't there some form of two headed infernal being? I can't remember if its batezu or tana'ri or what exactly. All I remember is two heads and freaky flaily tentacles.

>>22005034

My reactions were a mixture of "what" and "this is awesome, hahaha!"

So I suppose I approve.

>>22004681

Don't worry, the real protagonist will rez you when you are needed. Then you can be a Skeleton Paladin!

Welp, I think that's it for me. Gotta turn in, but it was fun. Seems you've got another great writefag too, so this was doubly successful. Think I'll come back and try this sort of thread again at some point. Thanks to those that played, sorry I couldn't get to some (most) of you.

Peter
22
Medicine
Y
Intelligent, Loyal, Narcissistic

I am now imagining that this is all happening in the same world, in the same plotline.

And it is glorious to behold.

>>22005012
Good end, I guess. When I was a kid my grandfather had horses and scared me away from them by warning me they'd kick me in the head.

>>22003484
lolwhocares
cashier
no. No, definitely not.
I own weapons.

Name: Sandeep
Age: 18
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you
Appeasing, compassionate, insecure

Corey
23
Security guard(considering grad school, but meh)
loyal, impulsive, unambitious

>nameless mook the party kills at level 1 to get into the bad guys place
Calling it, my job description is basically "hired goon"

>>22005259
Shit forgot a question
Virgin:N

>>22003825

When you came to, you found yourself chained up and stripped naked in a cell with hundreds of other people who look catatonic, and starving.

As you laid there in chains, the cell door opens up, and you find a masked man in black robes standing at the door, and who's hands were covered by robes. Without a word, the man walks into the cell without any murmurs from your cellmates, and the man grabs the end of the chain, and then yanks on it, causing all of you to jolt. Then the man leads you all with purpose, while you and your cell mates are still tied to the chain down the blackened halls.

At the end of the halls, you came to an enormous cavern-walled room, though in the center is a bottomless black pit. The masked man leads you and your cell mates to the edge of the pit while you're still tied up. The masked man pulls out a dagger, and cuts his own hand, excreting a sickly green blood that he used to draw a circle around himself. He then throws the knife outside the circle near where you are.

After drawing a circle with intricate geometric designs, he sits down in a meditative trance, and begins to speak an unsettling sounding language in... you want to say a poetic way, but you know its not poetry.

While hes speaking, you begin to feel the caverns rumble. At that moment, you took the knife with your feet to your bound hands, cut yourself free, and pushed the man down the abyss, causing the caverns to cease their shaking.

You cut the others free, and in quick time, you found their wills returning and that they were kidnapped villagers. When you got to the surface, you were hailed as a hero.

>>22005287
Thanks Anon, that's awesome.

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Name: Alex
Age:20
Occupation: Soldier (US)
virgin: Not many but no
Meticulous, Quiet, Observant

>>22003850
ahhh im just trying to stay up until mine is done, thanks in advance, writer

Name: Travis
Age: 23
Occupation: tech support
virgin: yes

Description: introverted, inquisitive, paranoid.

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>>22003583

I didn't miss someone doing this one did I? >>22004177

>left the thread for a bit

Name: Duncan
Age: 21
Occupation: Paralegal/Legal-Assistant
Virgin: No
Description: Vindictive, bold, zealous

>>22003835

You came to with the scent of odd chemicals wafting in the air. Looking around, you find that your bed was in the corner of a room cluttered with dusty books and tomes both on the shelves and stacked on the floor. In another corner, you see a Pigeon in a cage right next to a table with all manner of alchemical implements on it.

The Pigeon greets you as "Master". You wondered what the hell was in the punch, but then as soon as you didn't wake up, you asked where you are. The Pigeon told you that you are in your sanctum, and you had to make a love potion for the count today.

So you got up from your bed, and used magical powers you never knew you had to make a potent batch of Vodka, all the while telling the pigeon that alcohol is a love potion in large quantities. Before the pigeon can tell you otherwise, you bring the vodka to the king, and from there, you immediately pack up your sanctum, and leave the land before the king found out what you did.

You are now a wandering wizard with a little prankster in you who ultimately manages to evade retribution from the more serious members of society.

Name: Zach
Age: 20
Occupation: Student AKA No
Virgin? No
Boisterous, strong, loyal

Name: Anon
Age: 20
Occupation (if applicable): College Student, Hard Physical Labor in the Countryside
Virgin (y/n)? n
Three words that you think best describe you: Short-term Memory Loss, Friendly, Inferiority Complex

Have at it

>>Name:
Greg
>>Age:
25
>>Occupation (if applicable):
Tech control(most boring job in the world when everything is going well)
>>Virgin (y/n)?
no
>>Three words that you think best describe you:
slacker, honest, efficient

>>22003841

Before you ended up in a fantasy land, your friends talked about helping you "Revoke your 'V-Card'" with a crazy party that was happening in town. You only remember going there and having something to drink, and that was the last you remembered.

When you came to, you found yourself in the bed of a comely looking elven woman with you sleeping naked beside her. You looked at her at first with disappointment that you ended up sleeping with one of the LARPers, but then you realized that her pointed ears were quite real.

You went to a mirror that is inside the elegantly carved wooden room where the elf woman was sleeping. In the mirror, you can see your body is covered in sharpie drawings of cocks, and a french mustache drawn across your face. That was when the door opened to an elven man at the door.

The man looked at the woman, and then at you. He turned back to the elven woman and shouted, "Grandma! Wake up! Someone is in the room!"

You bolted away, and jumped out a windowless opening in the wooden room, to find that you were actually residing in a giant tree all along. Thankfully, the branch was low, and was above a lake.

You swam through the lake, and got to shore just when you saw the elven rangers walk out of the tree. You booked your naked, sharpie cock covered body through the woods, up until you happened upon a typical fantasy adventuring party, consisting of a Paladin, Rogue, Wizard, Priest, and a Ranger.

The Rogue muttered "Not another random encounter", but you explained yourself to the party, and the party accepted. In short, the rangers were talked out of killing you somehow, and after you told your story, the party put you into their hideout, where you help them by giving them snacks, and being their butler. The party loved you.

>>22003850

You fell into a Monastery garden area on top of some flowers that a Monk planted. To make matters worse, this was the Kung-Fu kind of Monk.

The Monks gathered around you while you tried to talk to them, but the more you talked, the more the eldest monk whacked you with his staff. Finally, you stopped talking, and the Monks stuck you into a room all by yourself where you got given some water and some plain rice while you thought.

Hours later, a middle aged monk walks into the room, closes the door behind himself and tells you that the elder is observing silence, but had to know for himself. Then the monk told you that he was willing to take you into the order as his apprentice.

You were disappointed when you didn't learn martial arts right away, as you had to tend to the garden you accidentally smashed, sweep the halls, and do other work around the monastery. You eventually began to get fed up with the monk who indoctrinated you into the order, in that he wasn't teaching you how to fight with your fists or anything cool like that.

So while he was meditating, you took your broom, and snuck quietly on him while he was meditating, and then in a swift motion, you whacked at him with your broom, only to have your broom stopped by the monk's fingers while he was meditating.

At that moment, you realized that the monk was teaching you how to be mindful via doing chores. After that, you began to learn how to be mindful, and in quick time, you learned how to fight with your fists. Once finished, you left the monastery, and battled against evil using only yourself as a weapon.

>>22005774
But what if they were kung fu.... NAZI monks? Can you imagine it? HIYAH MEIN FUHRER! IT SHALL BE DONE!

>much hand waving and 70s style whack whack sound effecting later, you become an SS monk.

I'll bite

Name: Peter
Age: 23
Occupation: Currently unemployed (recently graduated with a degree in English and Philosophy. Go figure, right?)
Virgin?: No
Three words: Contemplative, Protective, Creative

Name: Stuart Burns
Age: 28
Occupation: Student / Assistant Manager
Virgin: Nope

Humble, Neurotic, Entertaining

Name: Matt
Age: 20
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? Y

Envious
Judgmental
Garbage

>>22005774
>>22005441
>>22005287
>>22004780
These motherfuckers right here.
In a party.
In a movie/book/comic/tv show/video game/anything.

I would buy it nine times.

>>22003852

You came to about 10 feet above a theatre stage while actors were on it. You ended up falling on a young looking actor, and knocking him unconscious. Getting back up, you begin to improvise the scene as being part of the play all along, while the unconscious actor was wheeled off stage.

Though you thought you did well, the show did not go on, but infact, you were confronted with the stage manager who told you that the actor that he knocked unconscious was the archduke's son, and the archduke was not known for his ability to forgive.

After hearing those words, you turned around and ran off the stage, and away from the seats. In short time, you found yourself being chased by some important looking guards, but you still kept chase, until you found yourself running through thick brush to lose them. At the end of the thick brush, you found a merchant's covered wagon that you hid inside of.

When the guards showed up, they found the merchant driver, who told them that he found nobody of your description.

Just when that happened, you found a loose Mandolin in the back of the merchant's wagon, and without a desire to risk making yourself known to the merchant, you stole the mandolin, and rushed out of the wagon.

Running far away and into seperate villages, you found that your skill with the Mandolin was most exceptional, and you started getting well known because of that, all the while telling wacky stories you heard to everyone.

In time, you ended up meeting with a band of exceptional people, and hearing that the rumors of your involvement with the archduke's son's injuries being spread, you were quick to join the party.

You helped the party by entertaining them, but also by serving as a wonderful face to the others you came across.

>>22005595
It's funny because I'm gay.

But thanks for the writeup!

Melton
23
student
y
thinker, stubborn, superstitious

>>22003893

When you came to, you found yourself being flooded with telepathic messages from powers beyond that should have driven you mad.

You got up to find your body is incredibly pale, and you are wearing dark robes, and at your side is a dagger and a mask. You listened to the voice, instructing you that his reawakening is almost complete, and that he only needs the instantaeous deaths of a hundred people to be reborn.

You got up from where you were lying down, and you found yourself in a room, who's walls were cavernesque, and in the room's center is a bottomless dark pit.

So you left the room, and reflected on your newfound powers, such as mind-control. You exercised your power on a nearby village, enslaving their wills to your own, and bringing them into your dungeon where you chained them up.

When you had exactly 100 people, you led them in one continuous chain to the edge of the pit. At the pit, the voice returned, and told you the exact verse and words you must speak in order to reawaken it.

Sadly in your hubris, you didn't realize that one of the people you thought you enslaved broke free from your enslavement, and cut his chains away with the dagger you threw behind you when you drew a circle of your green blood around you, speaking the command words before you threw the chained villagers into the abyss.

Before you knew it, you were thrown in there yourself.

Thomas Verdan (Fake Name Ahoy)
24.
Just lost a job in tech support.
Yes.
Neckbeard Wannabe Writer

>>22005441
This is, weirdly, almost identical to the last character I played.

So, good job I guess!

>>22003897

You come to, towering over the trees of the forest. Looking down, you realize that your hands, torso, and legs are all wooden. Before you panic, you feel a tiny creature laying a hand on you, and making you feel more calm somehow.

To asked the creature on the bottom, and she introduced herself as a druid, and on the way, she called you "The largest treant in the forest". You talked to the druid, giving the druid advice that you never knew you had about the next course of action against an impending orc army.

You advice was "I will take care of it myself". Shortly after, you found yourself to be the center of all of the forest's concerns, with others seeking to talk to you, but damn it! There were orcs that needed a new asshole punched into them with your old-fashioned dildo material hands (I'm getting tired).

In quick time, you decimated the orc army that tried to cut down the trees, and you enjoyed it very much. Still, you found yourself taking more comfort in giving advice to the others of the forest, and being a mediator.

You'll come across many heroes in your nigh eternal lifespan, and each one of the heroes took your advice to heart.

>>22005995

Oh my god.... it IS all in the same setting. The.... the /tg/ setting D:

>>22006225

You have a point good sir

>>22003921

When you came to, you found yourself sitting in a circle around many other robed acolytes meditating. The first thing you noticed was just how powerful your mind felt, like it was full of pressure, and just waiting to shoot out its water. But somehow, you knew better than to let it out.

So you continued your meditation, up until a man in the front, who's head looked swollen, got up and snapped his fingers, getting you all out of your trances.

Immediately, the man showed you all better ways to work your innate psychic potential by telling you to shape things with your mind. Many of the acolytes shaped things like geometry, and yet other ambitious ones began to carve crude statues out of nothing in midair with their minds.

When your turn came up, you focused on an image that brought you great sadness; the image of your deceased baby daughter. But wanting to continue with the training, you focused on her body; her shape.

You brought her to life before yours, and everybody's sights. Your feat of psychic potential brought awe to all the others as you not only made the shape of your daughter, but you also infused her with a form of lifelike sentience. Your daughter's shape smiled at you, and even called you "Daddy".

The acolytes were in awe at your feat of power, and at that moment, you remembered what happened that took your daughter away.

You had talked to a vagabond that promised you great power to protect your family. Your lapse in focus on the image you were making made your ectoplasmic daughter ask you whats wrong. But you ignored her, and continued ruminating.

When the vagabond granted you your power, the vagabond's price was your daughter. When you realized your mistake in buying something you couldn't pay for, you lashed at the vagabond with your newly bestowed uncontrolled power, who overwhelmed you with his superior power. When you came to, she was gone. All you could do was fight back the tears.

>>22003929

When you woke up, you found yourself on a castle's walls. Overhead, you can see arrows being flung back and forth, and the sound of steel against steel was nearby. When you looked around you, you found archers lined up around the wall's crenelations. The archers were shouting about how the enemies are bringing the trebuchets. Immediately, you got up from the walls, and rushed down into the courtyard where you saw many wounded.

Using your knowledge of First Aid, you began to clean their wounds, and then dress them with whatever cloth you had. When you dressed the wounded, you heard a shattering crash. Looking over, you found that the trebuchet was lobbing stones at the walls.

You turned around to the courtyard area to find all manner of scrolls laid out on a table that also had all manner of potions laid out on it too. Looking through the scrolls, you found that you were somehow familiar with what was written on the scrolls, and then you packed away the potions.

You turned around against the army, and you immediately read what was written on the scrolls, and before you realized it, a ball of fire was charging up right in front of you, but you continued reading it until the last verse, when the ball shot out over the shattered walls and into the attacking army beyond.

Liking the results, you used up all of the scrolls, each turning out to be a different spell. Some of them just protected you from harm, and others made you fast. Then you rushed out against the army with your potions in hand, bringing you up to even more superpowerful levels.

After stealing the enemy's weapons, you chopped down at the army. By the time the army retreated, the effects of your items began to dissipate, and you realized that you saved the castle.

With introductions to the people you saved, and their thanks, you decided to take to the road to learn more about this strange place.

>tfw you will never be picked.

With that guys, I've lost my steam on writing up on people's stories in fantasy-land. If someone else wants to take over, please do so.

If this thread gets archived, I can help to fill out more orders later on with the OP.

Daniel
20
Student
y
Nonchalant, Facetious, Logical

>>22006393

I could possibly pick it up for an hour or two, then I'll have to sleep as well.

>>22006272
THE BEST SETTING

Jesse
19
chemist, part time commission artist
lost it in high school
eccentric, chaotic, intelligent

>>22006408

You got this! Good luck Anon!

If any of the rest of you wants to do this with him, please do so - keep this thread alive!

>>22003931

You find yourself falling and then hitting what seems to be a burnished roof - then you are rolling off it and hitting the ground with a crunch.

It turns out the crunch was a skeleton you landed on - you have fallen into the graveyard of the temple of the Generic God of Goodness.

The graveyard had been having a skeleton problem as of late and they are grateful for the help - they give you the job of grave-watcher. It's a remarkably fun job - sitting around and punching skeletons back into their mausoleums when they get uppity.

Everything seems to be going great, until a woman appears at the monastery. You are instantly smitten with her. However, you are certain the monks of Generic Goodness would not approve you having carnal relations with her.

Your problem seems to be gone when she leaves for awhile... but then she returns. And then, one night, she approaches you, and you make sweet, sweet love on top of the tomb of Bishop Uric XII.

In the morning the monks banish the both of you. You are despondent and wander the land... the woman stays with you, but eventually leaves you for a BBEG.

However, you are staying at a random village tavern, getting drunk, when there is a commotion - the local graveyard is infested with a vampire!

You get your undead-whacking mace and head out there and lay down some justice. As the villagers thank you, you realize that you would never be happy serving Generic Goodness. You become a Paladin for the God of Death, shoving back into The Bag souls that escape it. You are hailed far and wide for your expertise and battling the undead.

Depending how humble you can be, you will either retire with the money made, or draw the attention of necromancers.

>>22006471
that is awesome. thank you good sir.

>>22003933

You end up falling into a bedchambers - right on top of a man and woman in the throes of passion. Things are undeniably awkward and there is much screaming, after which the man attempts to kill you - it appears you walked in on a tryst that he wished to go unknown. You flee through the castle, avoiding him until you find yourself in the throne room, before the king. The man chasing you appears to be the King's adviser - the lusty maiden, the king's daughter.

The king's adviser tells the king that you were bedding his daughter. The king is enraged and does not believe your protests. However, you make a wild guess, and request a trial by combat - you against the adviser, letting the gods find the guilty one.

The adviser kicks your ass, but before he can slay you, you grab a handkerchief tucked into his armour and hold it aloft, pointing out the letters - the Princess's initials! The king has the adviser sent to the dungeons. However, you did not win the trial by combat. The King demands that you become his new adviser, on pain of death.

You take the job grudgingly, but find that you are remarkably good at it. Under your reign as adviser, the nation increases in wealth and efficiency. When an important Duke dies, the king gifts you his lands. You take them, and all seems well - until you get word that the old adviser escaped the dungeons - and has become a necromancer- and has sworn revenge against you and your lands. Soon your lands are swamped in the undead, and you are greatly taxed dealing with this problem. It will drive you to illness, and possibly an early grave.

>>22003991

You land in a river, to the laughs of a group of Kobold who lives along it. They capture you are prepare to eat you. You attempt to negotiate with them and notice that they are using an acoustic guitar as a chair - you offer to show them how it works. They warily agree... and are delighted at the noises and songs you can make with it. You are allowed into the tribe as a slave, but the more you stay with the tribe the more they love you. When the old chieftain is sat on by a giant, they elect you the new chieftain. You take the tribe on the road, heading for civilization. You teach different tribe members to play musical instruments and become a rather renowned troupe. However, you and the Kobolds are also a raucous group.

Your troupe is broken up due to rumours of you performing indecent acts with the Princess, luring her in with your honeyed words. Nobody believes you when you say the Princess has a Kobold fetish - in fact, you are jailed for slander. You managed to organize a legal defense (rare in this parts) and you are freed - but bankrupt from all the bribing.

You travel the land alone, a lonesome bard, until one day you nearly shit yourself when a strange woman shows up right behind you. She strangely asks you to teach her the song you were singing. She agrees and you become a performing duo. This goes on for a long, happy time, until you are sadly assassinated by an old acquaintance of your partners.

You are dead, but Death is pleased by your musical talent. In return for playing him some jams whenever you cross paths, he allows you to stay out of the bag. You are still a wandering bard, but a ghost bard now - when the moon is full and the night is dark, travelers can often hear your music, or see your shimmering shape.

Name: >implying I'm going to post my name on 4chan
Age: 21
occupation: failing at college and wasting my parents money in the process
virgin: yup.
Three words you think best describe you: "I give up".

>Name
Nick
>age
24
>Occupation
History student/summer clerk for a company's finance department
>Virgin?
Yes
>3 things
laid-back, sarcastic, awkward

>>22004004

You fall asleep outside under a tree and wake up under another tree, somewhere you don't recognize. However, you suddenly realize that there are people creeping out of the trees, bows drawn - it is a tribe of what look to be catpeople. They demand to know what a human is doing on their territory.

You managed to talk them down and they take you back to their village in the forest. Your life here is idyllic and you use what knowledge you have to help out the catfolk. You even find a catgirl who is attracted to you, and you marry.

However, your happiness it to be shortlived. Elvish raiders begin to encroach on the forest and harass your village. Eventually they attack - you escape, but your wife does not. However, you had a daughter - and of her there is no word. You become bitter and jaded, becoming a lone ranger of the forest, stalking and slaying elves, trying to beat the whereabouts of your daughter out of them. You learn that she was sold to slavers.

Twenty years later, you eventually travel, for the first time, to civilization, helping what is left of your village integrate into human lands. In a particular tavern, you find a group of adventurers, heading the way you intend to go - to the capital. There you will search for your daughter, and try to free here.

>Name:
Reverend Aldric Fallon
>Age:
21
>Occupation:
IT Specialist majoring in Computer Science with a focus in Database Management and minoring in Psychology
>Virgin:
N
>Three words that best describe you
Martial, knowledgeable, prideful

>>22006582
>ghost bard

Awesome.

>>22004346
Is Alexander your middle name?

Because if so, holy shit me from the future

>>22004011

You end up falling. And falling. And falling. And falling. You think you are falling forever - and you are. You would keep falling forever, except that the dwarves pull you out of the bottomless well.

The dwarves are friendly, and take you in. You are slightly too big for their tunnels, but you get a small house on the surface, and help the dwarves in their dealings with the other races of the land.

It is an enjoyable life, but a hard one. Creatures like the local werebadgers make life miserable. You love your adoptive dwarvern family, but you begin to want to go home.

You speak to the Dwarvern Elders. They give you armour and weapons and you head out into the world to find fortune and hopefully a way home.

You are mauled by an owlbear almost immediately.

You find yourself standing over your body, while a skeletal man in a black robe insists that you GET IN THE FUCKING BAG. However, just as he is about to push you into the bag, a ghostly man on a horse rides by, singing a beautiful song. The man with the bag stops to listen, and you sneak back into your body and crawl off.

You are rescued by a dragon, who listens to your tale. He agrees to help you, instructing you to find the bones of one eaten by an owlbear. Then you shall train to be a paladin and this will be the start of your quest to return.

Name: Zac
Age: 34
Occupation: None.
Virgin (y/n)? Y -it's been a fucked up life.
Three words: Husky. Angry. Wise.

After a few near-death battles, my latent rage finally manifests as full-out berserker fury. I become a smoldering pile of crude furs, axes, and unfocused hatred that thirsts to find enemies to annihilate while simultaneously trying to cultivate an inner self that leaves room to enjoy living in some fashion besides destruction.
I probably die. I hope I die well, laughing at my disbelieving slayers as their sundered dead form my burial mound.

Alternately: Elf/Catwoman/Fey waifu, lots of kids, dead in my chair at 60 from too much red meat, mead, and a genetic predisposition towards Heart Disease. I don't care what my heirs do, so long as they're goodly, happy folk.
ALWAYS ANGRY ALL THE TIME is badly overrated.

>>22006691
Oh, and I'm a Hero.
Unless this setting has Khorne. Then I'm probably fucked.

>>22004014

You fall out of a portal. And right into a volcano. You die instantly. Your soul hangs around the volcano for awhile, until a passing elemental finds you.

She resurrects you - but as a man of burning fire. She keeps you as a plaything and servant. Until one day, she is slain by a party of adventurers. You hide, terrified of these strangely familiar creatures. After that, you sneak down off the mountain - and promptly lit the forest on fire.

The forest spirits are enraged and capture you in a magic bottle. They take you to the largest treant in the forest, to punish you. However, the Treant pities you. He lets you stay with him and teaches you to control the elemental fires burning within you. Eventually he appoints you as the Spirit of Forest Fires, making controlled blazes to prepare the way for new life in the forest.

>Nathan B
>21
>Soldier
>N
Infatuated
Courageous
Lazy

>>22006719

Alright, I only got a few out, but I'm more tired tonight than I thought. I need to hit the hay.

Who will take up this goodly quest now?

We're at this guy. >>22004029

>>22006412

Indeed, this is the best setting ever.

>>22006740
Much love OP, thanks for doing what you did.

>>22006784

Heh, I'm not the OP. There's been three people working on it so far. And we need someone else to do it.

Come on /tg/. Show me your mettle. But now, I sleep.

>>22003484

Name: Jarrad

Age: 19

Occupation (if applicable): Studying some IT shit at a community college

Virgin (y/n)? yes

Three words that you think best describe you: Sarcastic, Grumpy, Shy

Name:Roy Ferguson. No that's not my real name but I tell people that it is on the internet.
Age:21
Occupation (if applicable):a failing student
Virgin (y/n)? Nope
Three words that you think best describe you:
Lazy, Prideful, Funny

Name:
Dylan
Age:
20
Occupation (if applicable):
Student Ambassador at a community college
Virgin (y/n)?
n
Three words that you think best describe you:
Lazy, happy, Charisma-beast

Name: Steven Alen Kemdall
Age: 19
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? Yes
Three words that you think best describe you:
>Clever
>Moral
>Overprotective

I'll tell you what guys. If this thread is here by this next morning, I'll continue making folks into characters.

Otherwise guys, please, take up the mantle, and make folks into characters. If nothing else guys, its a fine exercise in character creation.

Name:Kalum Johnson Gregory
Age:17
Occupation: Student
Virgin: Y
Three words that you think best describe you: Thickskinned, Scatterbrained, Panicky

Name: Patrick Wake
Age:20
Occupation (if applicable): Law enforcement officer
Virgin: no
Three words that you think best describe you:
Loyal, Intelligent, Unforgiving

Jack
22
I teach English to foreigners (I act and write on the side)
No
Creative, Optimistic, a Slut

Do me, OP

Name: Constantine
Age: 25
Occupation: Marketer
Virgin: Fuck no

Three Words: Smart, Polite,Friendly

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>>22003484

Name:
Dargen Ulfenmeischter
Age:
25
Occupation (if applicable):
Alesmith, Dogsmith, and Pussy Destroyer
Virgin (y/n)?
HAHAHAHA No
Three words that you think best describe you:
Drunk, Strong, Drunk

Matt
Age: 20
Occupation: Cashier
Virgin: No
Three words that describe you: Sarcastic, Absent Minded, Vain

Name: Ed
Age: 20
Occuptaion: Student (Arts)
Virgin: No
Zen, Calm, Agile

Bumping for the good of all before I sleep, hoping another story crafter will arise to take up the mantle.

>>22007432
bumpin as a morning folk on 4chan that loves story

>>22003484

Evan
22
Writer/student
No
Open-minded, intelligent, survivor

>>22008211
Bumping, be back later.

Nic
18
Jobless student
I have sexed
Lazy, Easy-going, Shy

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Name: Ben
Age: 19
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n): As much as possible
Three words that you think best describe you:
Lazy, logical, giddy

>>22009985
>Virgin (y/n): As much as possible
How virginal can one kitty be?

Name: Elliot
Age: 24
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? n
Three words that you think best describe you:
Forgetful
Spontaneous
Social

Name: Matt
Age: 18
Occupation (if applicable): Student
Virgin (y/n)? Y
Three words that you think best describe you:
Lazy, obnoxious and fat

I'll do a few before I have to take a break in between. I am the 2nd Anon to write up people into fantasy by the way just so as to avoid confusion.

Yay, this thread is still around. Both writers have done excellent work, looking forward to more.

>>22003484
John
23
Employed Graduate Student
No, and I wish I could take the first time back.
Joker, stubborn, caring.

>>22003484
David
22
Student, will be a teacher
Yes
Pessimistic, easily fascinated, lazy.

Michael
27
Part time bar cook, fulltime econ student
N
Calculating, cavalier, talkative

>>22004029

When you came to, you found yourself in front of a book with very intimidatingly small text and diagrams. You looked over from the book to see an elderly man constructing a giant stone man-shaped statue. The elderly man says, "Keep studying my apprentice".

So you turn back to the book, and you only now just realized how easily you were able to read through such text, and how it all somehow made sense to you.

Though as you read on, you realized that you were reading a spell-book/manual on Golem activation, and you were a few pages from the end.

After finishing the last page, you felt more confident than ever about your skill with the activation spell that, when the wizard said he was done with the golem's shape, you pounced on the opportunity to try the spell out yourself.

So you did the necessary rituals for the spell, and then when the time came to speak the final verses, you found that in the tension of the moment, you mispronounced a complex word, resulting in a binding activation rather than an elemental activation.

You came to inside of the golem's body, looking at your distraught master from the golem's eyes. You apologized to your master profusely for messing up the spell, but your master didn't react to your apologies. Your master explained that there was no spell that can reverse the effects that he knows of, but you don't believe him. You tell him you're leaving in your golem body to find out how to reverse the spell, and get your body back.

>>22003484

Simon
21
Delivery Driver
Nope
Charismatic, Secretive, Cunning

>>22004030

You woke up wounded on a battlefield. Your armor is battered and dented from blows inflicted on it, and your body is aching and you're feeling a little woozy. You crawled to the nearest corpse to find that it was a man wearing the same kind of armor as you, only he had taken more arrows into his body than he could have handled as judged by his lifeless expression.

You realized from him that you were part of an army that was meant to either attack or defend something. You looked around at the devastation, and you saw a castle nearby that is smashed into pieces, and still smouldering. You saw a flag that was raised over the ruins that did not match any of the emblems that was on your own armor. That was when you heard an excited shout from nearby.

When you looked, you saw a small squad of soldiers with emblems on their tabards that did not match your own. Those soldiers drew out their weapons and rushed at you.

You backed away, and then you reached for two weapons lying on the ground that felt normal to you. Those weapons were your Handaxes, which you whirled in front of you, and with skill that even surprised yourself, you mowed those soldiers down.

Without wanting to take any more chances, you turned from the battlefield, and ran away from it. Perhaps one day, you can get back at those with the other emblem, or perhaps you can learn more about them. In the meantime, you are just one soldier.

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>>22010031
I've never kissed a girl
Or a man for that matter
Not even an animal

>>22004047

You came to sitting at a desk looking over a page that you were in the middle of writing. What was written on the page was poetry, but you just can't think about what you want as the next rhyme, or the next verse. Come to think of it, you only wrote one line.

As you looked at it, you wanted this poem to be the most flawless, most beautiful poem in existance, and as of such, you needed to be very careful about your words. Yes, you can write and rewrite, but you wanted it to be flawless on the first go.

To help yourself think, you decided to go outside and go for a walk around the nearby farm fields. You got up from your desk, and then you left your house. After a lovely walk in a pseudo-medieval land, you returned to your house to find it had been robbed. Worse of all, your poem stolen.

You thankfully had memorized most of the poetry in your collection, but you were still distraught. Deciding though that you should take this in stride, you packed up what little stuff you had left, and you left your house on the road to find the thieves, and to finish your poem.

>>22004086

You came to to find yourself overlooking a fighting pit in the center of an inn, where inside the pit are half-naked men wrestling and punching each other. You looked away from the fighting to find that you are dressed in priestly robes, and that you know of some healing spells as well. At that realization, one of the pit fighters fell to the ground unconscious, and the inn cheered and jeered.

The pit master walked into the pit, picked up the fallen guy, and then slumped him in front of you. You sighed, and you healed his wounds. When the man came to, he thanked you, and said that he was an adventurer, and that he was much better with his hammer than his fists.

As you tended the last of the man's wounds, the man told you about some of his adventures to which he said that he wished that there was a priest like you travelling with him.

When you heard that, you realized how bored of pit fighting you got, but that you weren't going to back down simply because of some grand stories that you heard from a pit fighter. Besides, you're getting a decent pay as a non-temple affiliated priest.

You continued doing this job, healing many adventurers, commoners, or soldiers who just want to fight. When those adventurers became famous, you took pride in knowing that if you hadn't healed them, they would have died.

Name: Oscar
Age: 18
Occupation: College student
Virgin (y/n?: aye
Three words: Indecisive, Noble, Bored

>>22004087

When you came to, you found yourself giving a benediction to a crowd sitting in the pews of your temple. You continued giving your benediction by heart while you thought about your place. You realized the age in your voice, and you realized that you were an old priest. At the end of the benediction, a flash of light shot out from the heavens, and illuminated the crowd in front of you.

At the end of the benediction, you began your one-on-one counseling with the people who asked you all manner of questions pertaining to your deity, to what they should do in their life next. After going through the crowd with the patience of a saint and never showing any wear at all, an elderly tattooed and scarred man with a build to him walks up to you. You recognized him as Thalgor, your old adventuring partner who's rage was legendary.

Thalgor talked about how he was just stopping by to visit his old friend. Thalgor talked all about his kids and grandkids with you, and you continued listening to Thalgor with interest, and as Thalgor finished talking, he talked about how some of his grandkids are about ready to go adventuring. You yourself are too old, but you still know just the thing.

You called some of the youngest fully trained priests to your meeting with Thalgar, and asked them if they're willing to see the world for themselves, to which the priests you called agreed, and you told them half-jokingly that being cloistered in a temple was for old folks anyways.

After Thalgar thanked you and left with the priests you recruited, you sat back and looked back at your old adventuring days. You had no regrets.

>>22004090

I would do this one next, except that this one is my own. Can someone do this one for me?

Wow, OP is a fucking machine.
Name: James
Age: 17
Occupation: Travelling tramp
Virgin: N
Three words: Intelligent, resourceful, tricky.

Name: Amil
Age: 22
Occupation: self employed business man and writer
Virgin: n
Three words:
pacifist polyamorous logical

Name: Emmy
Age: 19
Occupation: Student
Virgin: n
3 words: funny, random, genius

>>22003484

>Name:
Aaron
>Age:
22
>Occupation:
Electrician
>Virgin:
No
>Three words:
Loyal, Intelligent, Depressed

>>22004098

You came to in a dimly lit room with a bed, some furnature, as well as a device that looks like a bunch of wires connected to bells.

You laid there in bed until one of the bells rang. It was the bell to the mistress of the house. You got up and rushed to her room. When you got there, you saw her wearing her black gown adorned with human flesh and bones. You bow in front of her, and she says, "I'm beginning to look old Minion".

You tell her that she still looks young as ever, but then he says that she doesn't need the flattery, and needs a young maiden brought to her immediately. You oblige her request.

You don't think much of her request, seeing as how both her and her husband are seeking immortality. Her husband already turned himself into a Lich, while she was seeking eternal youth by sapping the youth from others.

You went into town under a magical disguise, and you heard the gossip. You learned that one of the farmers has a beautiful, shy, and sweet daughter who was seeing blacksmith's son. After gathering more information, you found out that the two of them left together towards the beachside.

You followed their trail, and you found the two of them looking out over the sea holding hands. You moved up to them, and when questioned, you knocked the farmer's daughter out, and stabbed the blacksmith's son with a knife.

With the maiden subdued, you rushed back to your master and mistress' dungeon where you delivered the maiden. When your mistress sapped her youth away, your mistress suddenly looked stunning, while the maiden looked old and decrepit. Your mistress promised you a reward for your services, but one that had to be kept a secret from your master.

In time, a group of adventurers will kill you, but in the meantime, you enjoyed serving your mistress.

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Name: Shane
Age: 18
Occupation: Computer Science Major (Scholar?)
Virgin: Y
Three words that you think best describe you: Doucher, Comical, Aloof

>>22004122

You came to in the middle of your vast private library, reading texts about eldrich horrors from beyond. After looking at your notes, you realized that you had been researching where it was currently imprisoned, and how to destroy it forever.

One thing you've been researching was how to make a type of metal that reacts dangerously against such horrors, but that making it would require many components from all around the world.

So you marked those things down, and then you packed up some of your books into your bag, and then assigned your servants to preserve your library. After that, you contacted some friends of yours, and together, you and them set out to search for them, and destroy that eldrich horror for good.

>Name:
Kevin
>Age:
22
>Occupation (if applicable):
Pursuing MS degree in Pharmaceutical Science
>Virgin (y/n)?
Y
>Three words that you think best describe you:
Introspective, Loyal, Blue (Mah favorite color)

Name: Matthew
Age: 24
Occupation (if applicable): Unemployed writer
Virgin (y/n)?: y (despite doing everything but)
Three words that you think best describe you: Hotblooded cripple bro

>>22011232
tavros pls

Klaus
22
Shroom Dealer
Not a virgin
Creative, Ambitious, Meticulous

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Name: Charles
Age: 19
Occupation: Magical Cook of wonders and excitement (Cook)
Virgin (y/n): Nope

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>>22011254
>Tavros
>Hotblooded
>bro
>mfw you got me to admit I know about homestuck on 4chan
>mfw I have to cut off my face and mail it to you

>>22006681
... Are you also a ametuer gunsmith? Like every piece of equipment and tooling you have is improvised or made?

>>22011316
Forgot to add last part: Eccentric, Loyal, Creative

>>22004134

When you came to outside, you found yourself in a large dirt area out in the rain where you looked around a small group of soldiers, while you yourself gave them an oration while you hefted your spear over your shoulder.

After your oration, to gave the soldiers their drills, making them crawl in the mud, do pushups, spar with dummies and the like, which took you back to years before.

As you stood there, you recalled a battle that was fought years ago. You and your friends went up against an orcish horde that was charging at the borders of the kingdom. Looking back on that, and looking back on the training you had recieved then, it just wasn't enough.

You yourself had taken horrifying blows from orcish axes, while your friends ended up in a worse state. You survived, and your axe scar still remains on your chest that you now cover up with armor, while your mental scars are covered up by the seriousness in your eyes and on your face.

When your soldiers failed to execute maneuvers, you were quick to correct them. You would be damned if your soldiers believed that they were undertrained, and underready for the battles that awaited them, and you would be even more damned if it was because of the training you gave them.

I'm off to take a lunch break. In the meantime if anyone wants to pick up the mantle and continue this thread, please start with this post:

>>22004090

Then if you want to continue after that, go to this post next:

>>22004139

>>22011325
Hehehe. Still homeless though, might be hard to send that.
>Tavros
>Not a bro

Gareth
24
Lawyer
N

Honest, Musical, Nervous

Name: Kendric
Age: 22
Occupation (if applicable): Waiter
Virgin (y/n): No
Three words that you think best describe you: Righteous Cheeky Gentleman

>>22006114
Thank you very much! It's very kind of you to try and finish each request. I really appreciate it!

And, being someone rather tall, but very unathletic and rigid (as in, not very flexible) I often feel like a tree!

Name: Paul
Age: 17
Occupation: None
Virgin: No
Three words that you think best describe you: Friendly, Humorous, forgiving

Name: Vasily
Age: 21
Occupation: Programmer
Virgin: Yes
Three words that you think best describe you: Creative, Idealistic, Hubristic

>>22011381
I'll take the case!
>>22004090
The scouts had always recruited early. Early enough that Matt, at the ripe old age of 22, was among the best. They had a fearsome reputation, and rightfully so--master pathfinders, skilled trackers, hunters, ambushers, even assassins when called to battle. He had cut his teeth that way in the last war--the speed and ferocity of his attacks, followed by an abrupt disappearance before they could attack--had earned the scout the name "Lightning." And like lightning, the thunder was never far behind, the army arriving on the heels of their skirmishing force to attack while the enemy was in disarray.

But despite the title, most of his duties were relatively tame, despite the wild lands he made his fortune in. Today's was a simple hunt--foraging here was abundant, and Matt intended to stock up well before his supplies ran low. He crept up on the deer, head down as it drank from the nearby brook. He eschewed his bow for this hunt--better to save the arrows without a fletcher anywhere near--instead drawing his long knife from the scabbard at his hip, muffling the ring of steel on steel with his forearm. The deer never heard him approach as it drank its fill and the young scout stalked for it, creeping across the underbrush with so much as a whisper. He paused for a moment, just scant meters away as he readied himself, and without a sound, Lightning struck.

Name: Patrick
Age: 22
Occupation (if applicable): Food development scientist
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you: Caring, Taciturn, Sarcastic

Name: Luke Lawson
Age: 23
Occupation (if applicable): Mechanical Engineer
Virgin (y/n)? No
Three words that you think best describe you: Intelligent, Sarcastic, Forgetful

>Name:
Josh
Age:
>19
Occupation (if applicable):
>I work at a computer repair shop, I guess.
Virgin (y/n)?
>Nope
Three words that you think best describe you:
>Cynical, Sweet, Honest

This thread finally proves almost no one on 4chan is above the age of 21-23.

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>Name:
S
>Age:
21
>Occupation (if applicable):
Shut-in NEET
>Virgin (y/n)?
y
>Three words that you think best describe you:
dependent, inept, unstable

>>22011575

No, it just proves that people above that age have day jobs.

>>22011586
4chan's users are from all over the world, Ameribro. It's nearly 11 PM here.

>Name:
Robert
>Age:
22
>Occupation (if applicable):
Delivery driver
>Virgin (y/n)?
No
>Three words that you think best describe you:
Contemplative, emotional, directionless

Probably way too late in the thread to get an answer, but worth a shot. I suspect it'd be something along the lines of an aimless, wandering explorer type anyway.

Name: Stan
Age: 20
Occupation: Musician/Academic
Virgin: N (but it's all been with just one girl)
Three words:
Creative
Introspective
Self-hating

Name: Sten
Age: 23
Occupation: Helpdesk agent at a call center for Xbox customer support
Virgin: N
Three words that you think best describe you: Depressed, stubborn, lanky

Name: Sven
Age: 22
Occupation: Welder
Virgin: Nope

Stubborn, harsh, proud

Name: Patrick
Age: 25
Occupation (if applicable): Jobless Bum
Virgin (y/n)? N
Three words that you think best describe you:
Grumpy, Lazy, Dumb