Smoker
| Name / Titles: | Smoker Tree of Smoke |
|---|---|
| Class: | Rogue (Arcane Trickster) |
| Species: | Tabaxi |
| Nationality: |  Meshela |
| Home: | Sweet-Tree Vale |
Character Information
| Background: | - Mechanical Background |
|---|---|
| Born: | - (AGE) Day-Month-Year, Can exclude year |
| Alignment: | - Alignment character tends to gravitate towards. |
| Languages: | - |
| Tools: | - tools character is proficient with |
| Gear: | - Gear character is proficient with, weapons, armour etc |
| Saves: | - Main Stat Saves character is proficient with |
| Profession: | - How character earns money |
| Affiliation: | - Organisations or groups character has relations with |
| Faith: | - Gods character follows or no gods at all |
Physical Description
| Type: | - Beast, Monstrosity, Fey etc |
|---|---|
| Height: | - in ft & CM |
| Weight: | - in ibs & KG, also what build the character is (Under-weight, Average, Muscular, Tone, Over-Weight, Obese) |
| Size: | - Mechanical Size 1×1, 3×3 etc |
| Complexion: | - skin colour |
| Texture: | - Scales, flesh, fur etc |
| Eyes: | - Eye colour |
| Hair: | - Hair colour |
| Details: | - Extra Anatomy, wings tails, Markings, scars, extra texture such as patches scales, magic hair etc |
| Gender: | - identified or Biological, Pronouns if preferred |
Family
| Partner: | - Lover or close too it |
|---|---|
| Parents: | - Adoptive or Blood |
| Siblings: | - |
| Children: | - Adoptive or Blood |
Stories & Campaigns
| -: | - |
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| -: | - |
Stats
Details
Smoker or Tree of Smoke is a Young Tabaxi man of mysterious origins.
Born in the nation of Melsha with inate magic abilities made life very difficult.
Its unknown what happened to his parents, did they abandon him due to his magic? Were they taken away or killed? Its a myster but one thing is known is that Smoker had to grow up alone.
He was in a foster care for his early childhood until his magic started to take shape and he was throne out. After that point he was on the streets of Sweet Tree Vale for years.
It was on these streets he learned of hardships, of survival. To hold your pride when needed and let loose a knife when an opening presented itself.
But this life wasnt easy. And as Smoker got older he begain to sink low. Real low.
Wannting far more normal life but fate had cursed him a bad hand. Anger to depression it was upon the Grand Worgon Bridge that he intended to end his suffering.
Standing on the edge looking down to the sweet release bellow. A savage war in his mind pushing him off or stepping back. Something, anything he was seeching for to not go through with it.
Just as he began to lean a voice caught him.
“Oi! Get down from there before you hurt yourself!”
Regaining balance and turning to see a Tiger Tabaxi man, strong and tall. He stood nearby out of the blue. He guestured for Smoker to come down.
He clapped Smoker’s shoulder in reasurance. “So boy. Whats got ya so down you thought a bridge leap might solve things?”
Smoker didn't respond so the stranger offered to get him some breakfast.
