I hear they seriously need to invest in some better equipment

>Let me guess, the Document was SCP-001-The Sheaf of Papers?

Yes.

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Let me guess, the Document was SCP-001-The Sheaf of Papers?

The papers that describe an SCP, and once they are read the SCP comes into reality?

Also Dr. Bright is still on his bullshit many Millenia later XD

Deep Rock Galactic

Kio, the Leonin Warlock (Celestial Patron)

From a young age, Kio yearned for unimaginable violence. His watchful eye swept continuously over his peers, imagining a variety of things that could make the most stoic man squirm.

However, there was one thing prohibiting him from actually committing those acts; his mother.

From a young age, his mom saw the potential for danger within him, and she was able to successfully trap him into a pact that he couldn't escape from. As long as he kept from hurting anybody, she would help him hone his abilities in his dreams.

Now, as an adventurer, hurting people is very necessary. However, his mother refused to budge on the pact's wording, making him exclusively able to learn healing spells. Gods, how he hated being the healer.

Sometimes, his mother even forced him to befriend the enemy! It made him fit in perfectly into a good-aligned party, despite his protests to it.

One time, he decided to test his mother, squishing a butterfly with his powerful paws.

She came for him in his dreams that night, claws unsheathed and at the ready as she threatened to disown him if she ever saw him hurt another innocent being again.

Since then, he's never hurt another living thing (on purpose) again, and he's still forced to enjoy being a healer.

His mother can't help but smile as she sees how underneath all that evil, he's still firmly mama's boy.

Omg that’s epic lol I love it. I’m not a bard type player, I love them so much, they seem beyond me though lol. I bonded with Wisp over the escape into fantasy worlds thing too. Books are where I lived growing up. And where I’ve gone back to after missing them for awhile.

TYSM!!! im supporting my dude so much as well!! i drew heavily on my own childhood spent escaping thru fantasy for this (with lots of embellished bits as well) because. mute bard just hit the feels LMAO

edit: if you ever wanna play him, you have my full support!! and i feel like "the mute" by radical face should be his theme song- it fits So Well

That hits the feels, you go Wisp!!! All the determined “prove ‘em wrong” support on his adventure.

Socially Awkward Bard

Subs I thought I fell for

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Whoops, no that was 2AM writing, I'll fix it, thanks!

A warlock of pure evil being influenced to do good deeds by their patron

Smoking Healing Cleric

Mystical, the Tiefling Barbarian (Path of Wild Magic)

Mysti knew from a young age that she was destined to be a wizard some day. She had an undescribable magic within her that she tried learning to hone, she'd studied up on all the spells she could, and she even spent hours practicing!

Sure, none of the spells ever worked, but every wizard experienced blunders from time to time, right? And besides, maybe she was just procrastinating too much for her training to be effective.

There was just one problem; contrary to what Mysti believed, she wasn't a wizard at all, and her magic could never be honed. It was the magic of the wilderness, a thing that came and went as it pleased. She was, by all means, a barbarian.

One thing she did notice, however, is that her magic was strongest when her rage took over, when she could feel the lightning soar throughout her body. All sorts of unpredictable things happened when she was upset, to the point where she was afraid to let her joyful demeanor slip for even a second.

From there, the fear of hurting someone was far more prevalent than the desire to practice, so when she raged for the first time as a teenager, she stopped practicing right afterward. This was the origin of her starting to mask her every emotion.

But she couldn't hold it in forever, and when she finally did unmask the rage she'd been holding in, the repressed power was strong enough to give her lightning-shaped scars for life.

She ran away from her old house out of embarrassment for letting her "wizardly" magic go amok like that, and since then, she's been looking for a relaxed place to live out the rest of her life and trying to not work herself to (literal) death.

But what are the conditions, the rest of the letter reply? Ya can't leave us like that man

Blood hunter, slice of life

Wisp, the Air Genasi Bard (College of Creation)

In a family full of loud people, Wisp was the one person who couldn't speak at all.

His mother was cursed by her ex to become mute while she was pregnant, but the curse passed to the baby Wisp instead of affecting his mother. As a result, he was shunned by his less understanding siblings, kept out of everything and forced to his parents' side.

And unfortunately, his parents would ignore him as well. They favored his siblings who could verbally communicate, and they didn't want to take care of the living reminder that his mother was almost hit with a curse.

He ended up fading into the background at every party his family held, being used as nothing but a servant.

After a while of this treatment, Wisp learned to appreciate his forced solitude.

He'd spend his days writing fiction, running away to fantasy worlds where he was loved and appreciated by those around them. He even learned how to play the lyre to tell the stories!

He had to learn to cook and clean from a young age just to keep himself alive. He did everything he could to stay afloat, but he wasn't able to do it. He collapsed under the pressure.

So one day, he packed all his things in his pillowcase and ran away, wanting to share his tall tales of creation and joy with his lyre.

After all, if his family wouldn't listen to him, then the whole damn world would.

"YO, A LITTLE HELP HERE?"

"No, that can't be true."

Andrew nods at Lewis.

"Yeah, Lou, think about it. What do we export to the Xandrians?"

"Metal... gems... but come on, they live on a gas giant, they can't produce it themselves! It only makes sense we..."

"It's not one thing, it's the result of everything."

"Still, it's too much to assume they-"

Andrew interrupts him again.

"When they celebrate Earth day in Neptune, what kind of food do they share?"

"Come on, that's speciesist."

"Answer me, what's our dish in outer space?"

Lewis sighs. Defeated, he admits.

"Beer"

"It's beer, it's fucking beer."

"But Earth Day has its roots in Oktoberfest, it's not like they made it on purpose!"

"Root shmoot, it doesn't matter. When Gardion Prime thinks aout us, they picture hairy, short drunkards that export metalwork."

"We are so much more than that..."

"Yes, we are, but that's not the point Lou."

"Ok, ok" Lewis straightens on the chair, ready to deal his final blow to Andrew's argument. "What about our scientist, explorers, artists and whatever?"

"Oh, you mean Penelope Schaffer, and her work on Arious III? What was it?"

"Yes, she was a geologist, bu-"

"Or Cacius, the best jeweler in the galaxy."

"That's no-"

"The Abioye family did colonize and terraform plenty planets. For their mining operation."

"You are just cherry picking now!"

"Name me one famous Earthling that has not been filtered through the flanderinzing ray, come on."

"Ah... there's... Well, the crew of Pleiades doesn't count, they were testing new spacefaring technology..."

Muttering to himself, Lewis eventually falls silent.

"Fine, we are space-dwarves."

"Still very speciesist, but yeah."

"And do you think some species out there would be the space-elves?"

Andrew's face twists in horror. "Dude, don't even joke about that. Super offensive to Martians."

"What? But you just-"

"Shame on you Lou, shame on you."

Species: Beastman

Subspecies: Avian/songbird/ English blue tit

Class: Bard

Phrase: Singer/Songwriter/Performer

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Go out into the world he said, it will be fun, he said.

I'm the type who would honestly just like to keep to myself. The living love to meddle so much! I mean, I used to be one of the living, and I've dealt with so many meddles. Never thought that I would still have to deal with the meddling after death!

Father pushed me out. He wanted me to interact with a human. What? I thought we were never meant to disturb them. But he said "Come on son. You know, how people report supernatural occurrences? Well, they are caused by ghosts wanting to socialize!"

"What.. is that true?"

"Probably." And he turned away.

I've always rejected socializing. The meddling, the arguements and a lot of troubles I'm not willing to be any part of, I've always used every bit of my will power to avoid them during my living days.

Have you seen what the humans can do? Really the escalation is unbelievable. I was killed in the year 1978. Now we are in the year 2023. I remain in my 20s. I don't know, that's just a ghost thing. The 20s people in my time are a complete opposite of people of the same age in 2023. One of the first things about the teens now that horrifies me is the fact that they could spend a whopping amount of their day just looking at these little rectangle things. Last I heard from a group of high school girls, the rectangles are called "smart phones".

Everything is accessible from this tool called "the internet". You could literally search up anything and everything and get a result within a matter of seconds. Having a tool like that would be so good in my time, since I usually have to go to the library and canvas the shelves and browse through multiple books to get the relevent information I require all for the sake of a project that would have to be submitted the very next day. As much as I would love to have something like that in my time, I'm actually scared about how people are so addicted to this internet thing. Social media, that kind of thing.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that there are many aspects of the the modern human that can just frighten me. What I've talked about to say just barely scratches the surface. But I know not every human being on the planet now is scary. Perhaps, I just need to make an effort on my end.

Complaining doesn't leave a good look on me, anyways.

Yeah, I saw it multiple times.