Rise of Shadowfell
Koli for Faux
Faux is my character in the campaign and I love her to death. She is a cleric/barbarian who is in charge of healing the group. Her mental health is unstable and becomes worse over time as she grows attached to her found family at Shadowfell. Her personality doesn't change much from the beginning of the campaign, but she does get more serious about the lives in her party.
Some fun facts:
She spouts random trivia about death when she has nothing else to add to a conversation, she is a tad socially awkward.
Her barbarian rage is her having a panic attack.
She is close with every NPC in this campaign and has an NPC love interest Jazz.
She ties scented air fresheners that look like trees to peoples' guns and the rear-view mirrors of cars.
Currently late 20s, early thirties.
(Angry-or-sarcastic) You don’t, Mr. I shot Faux in the fucking ankle. You almost let those thugs get away, too. You’re lucky I am a skilled medical professional, or I would’ve bled out by the time we got back to Spaghetti.
(Making fun of Remi) And this is Remi. Remi the smelly. He make-a the spaghetti.
(Tries to explain her dreams and her anxiety wells)
I see them and I can’t breathe. I can’t escape. All I can do is watch and mark a check in a box. An attendance roster. Dad. Mom. Father Sashi. The kids at the orphanage. Arcane. Caring for them. Carrying them on my back to their graves because no one else could muster any balls to do it themselves. One year apart. Three years apart. Two years apart. Another two years. The smell of death permeates the air. A camera follows me, taking pictures of my plight without offering a hand. I feel it watching me. I feel eyes, so many eyes. Cancer. Gang violence. Old age. Explosion. Neuralink… Neuralink…
