Bell
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Bell was born in the fetid alleys of Westgate, a city where crime and corruption seep through the cobblestones like spilled wine. Her father, Darrun, was a peddler of dreammist and mind-fog, an addict who often forgot which debts he owed and to whom. Her mother, Tasha, worked the brothels of the docks, a woman broken by disease and hardship yet stubborn enough to keep her daughter alive. From this mire of degradation, Bell rose not as a victim, but as a figure carved from grit, laughter, and an uncanny resilience.
As a child, Bell learned quickly that pity could not fill her belly, and sorrow could not keep her safe. She scavenged food, stole coin, and learned to fight from watching drunken sailors brawl. Yet even in her squalor she carried a wild spirit and a sharp wit. By twelve, she had a reputation for mocking the city guard so savagely they dared not approach her, lest they choke on their own humiliation. Her rise to adventurer's fame began when she fell in with a band of mercenaries who took her on as a cook?s helper. She was terrible at cooking, but her fearless mouth and quicker fists earned their respect. When a goblin raiding party ambushed their camp, Bell seized a fallen blade and fought with such reckless fury that even the hardened sellswords took notice. They called her 'lil storm,' and from then on, she was no one's servant. But her true legend sparked during a duel in the back alleys of Suzail. A haughty Red Wizard of Thay, insulted by her mockery, attempted to silence her with spells. As he began his incantation, Bell, half drunk and wholly defiant unleashed a thunderous fart so vile, so eye-watering in its potency, that the wizard gagged mid-syllable. His magic unraveled, and in his moment of weakness she cracked him across the skull with a tankard, felling him before a crowd of stunned witnesses. From that day forward, she bore the nickname 'Stinkwind,' a title she at first despised, but eventually embraced as part of her growing myth. Her adventures only escalated. She braved the haunted barrows of Battledale, wrestled an owlbear into submission with her bare arms (though she admitted later it may have just been drunk and sluggish), and once convinced a Zhentarim captain to surrender an entire fort simply by insulting his manhood for three hours straight without pause. What made Bell extraordinary was not her martial prowess alone, though she grew into a formidable fighter, but her indomitable spirit. She refused to bow to lords, kings, or gods. When others faltered, her crude humor and reckless bravery carried the day. Peasants adored her, nobles loathed her, and bards immortalized her in songs equal parts bawdy jest and heroic ode. By the age of twenty-seven, Bell had become a near-legendary figure. Some tales claimed she could belch loud enough to shatter minor wards; others swore she once cowed a beholder by threatening to moon it. Whether truth or embellishment, her name spread across Faerûn as a symbol of irreverent defiance, a reminder that even from the filthiest gutters can rise a hero, armed with nothing but audacity, laughter, and, when all else fails, the deadliest of wind. Green: Flame weapon, clarity, freedom, prayer, keen Yellow: Out numbering me, spamming aoes to cause lag. (my PC is from 2001) Red: Dispelling me. Cleric on my team dispelling me, not getting flame weapon. |
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| Player: | 0po0ia |
| Gender (Visually): | Female |
| Race (Visually): | Human |