Phineas T. Barnum
Phineas T. Barnum
Greetings and Salutations. Men, women, elves, Dwarves, and senteint beings of all races. I present to you the greatest experience of your lives. today is the day you will tell your children's children about! the day you met the great P. T. Barnum and his troup of fantasic freaks! the best, the worst, the famous and infamous! The Adamanite Flames!
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
a somewhat short and thin build
Facial Features
shocking blue eyes in a redish tinted face
Apparel & Accessories
a dashing red coat and to hataccented with scorched white gloves.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
A wanderer that dreams of gathering those like himself and showing the world how great they are. As a genasi he has never truly belonged anywhere, however, he takes that to mean that the place for him is exactly where ever he finds himself. everything the world could want is right in front of them. in those they cast out, talent is born from hardship, and everyone deserves a chance to show what they can do. a little embellishment is all they need.
Sexuality
often
Education
homeschooled to know several languages and after self-studied to learn magic in an unconventional way.
Employment
Odd jobs, performance-related (storytelling)
Accomplishments & Achievements
once convinced an entire town that the village beggar was actually the estranged prince of a far off nation. the beggar was given political position and is happily married to the mayor's daughter.
Failures & Embarrassments
once accidentally suggested that he might be a ghost.... was held in a church for a month as they tried to purify him.
Mental Trauma
Has a deep distaste for private investigators. as they normally reveal his tales to be somewhat overdramatized
Morality & Philosophy
A pretty lie is better than an ugly truth. so long as you believe it and act accordingly, then the truth becomes fiction, and fiction becomes reality.
Taboos
accepting your fate is giving up. we make our own reality.
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
giving the word the greatest. doesn't matter what it is but it is amazing! even if it really isn't.
Savvies & Ineptitudes
good at spinning a yarn, bad at sneaking around.
Likes & Dislikes
likes: those who are willing to try.
Dislikes: those who will not try.
Virtues & Personality perks
friendly and willing to let anyone join him in his endevors.
Vices & Personality flaws
nieve and to trusting at times.
Social
Social Aptitude
comfortable in any circle. from orc to elf
Hobbies & Pets
bertha the young triceratops
Speech
loud.
Wealth & Financial state
the shoes on his feet and the fire in his eye
A charismatic fire genasi that is in the center ring
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Alignment
chaotic good
Species
Ethnicity
Honorary & Occupational Titles
The Great P. T. Barnum!
Birthplace
somewhere to the south
Children
Current Residence
a drifter of the main trade routes
Gender
Male
Eyes
blue
Hair
black
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
light red
Height
5'7"
Weight
165
Quotes & Catchphrases
reality is what we make it.
Other Affiliations
The scrawny man in the cloak.
P. T. Barnum
I have failed three times on the simplest job now. The others work hard to make this place into something great. The Dragonborn has hung upside down for two days knocking stones to make the cave bigger, the small human works to give us more food, and the dwarf hasn't even slept in 3 days. Yet when I am given the simple task to make sure no one walks into our midst... well let's say I have given more access to the unwanted then all the others combined.
The xorn came back and traded knowledge with us, thankfully nothing terrible came from our interaction with it, however my attempts to communicate where proven clunky when a spell of comprehend languages pushed me aside. Honestly, I thought I would be more useful on an adventure when I drunkenly signed my life away for 6 months. But every day I see how much I am suited for this life. The weird and fantastic are so mundane when you see them in real life. far under the surface of the world we are the freaks, but none more than me. A soft smooth talker that wished well upon all they met is a poor fit for a savage land such as this. But survival is not enough. I must make myself useful, play some part in the tale of tragedy yet to come.
The Letter of invitation weighed heavily on my mind. A bat that carried it from God knows who to introduce someone who probably means us harm? this is my field. A stranger in a strange land yet his specialty comes up at the last minute? these are what tales are made of. I volunteer without hesitation, my companions to their credit do not snear as I even take the lead and push us faster towards our destination than even I would like. yet my stumbles and trips give no end to start as we try to go unnoticed. On the way to our destination, we stumble upon some goblins having a conversation of insidious nature, however, that is cut short by an even larger and more pressing threat. we would later learn from the xorn that it is only known by what it brings; pain.
We came to the meeting place only after a run-in with some abominations in the dark. they nearly had their fill of me and would have if the paladin was not near. this was all a prelude to a somewhat rough yet polite communication with a mysterious cloaked man. he spoke eloquently in several languages and offered us several light crystals in exchange for future relations. I insultingly suggested a straight trade with the ale we had brought, not knowing the size and value of the crystals he was offering. however, the paladin recovered the situation. will I ever stop being a burden to this merry troupe? after leaving under the water and piquing my curiosity all the more we recovered the crystals and made our way back to the hearth. All I can hope is that we survive until the end of this tale. we will have such stories to tell, stories so grand that no-one would dare not believe.
Interesting players.
P. T. Barnum
The trip that i drunkenly signed up for way more than I thought it was. a full-blown 6-month tour of the Underdark in fact. The realization that I would not be seeing the sun for a while set in about the second... day? cycle? how does one tell time down here? the plus side is that the merry band of adventures more than makeup for the lack of scenery. even with my dark vision, I can tell that cave after cave is not that interesting.
Out of the party, I definitely have my eye on the fairy, the minotaur, and the drow. you don't often see a drow not fighting with magic in an underhanded way. almost like a knight of old born to darkness but with a heart unable to bend to unpure ways! The fairy mystifies me, what would one from the mystical fey wild want in the mortal realm, a missing item? a call to adventure? the need for a better fashion sense? no matter it will be interesting to see what she does next. and the minotaur. an ancient and bastard race ready to reclaim what is his no matter the danger. his story will be one to tell.
once we stopped in place I found a wonderful freak of the underdark that i later learned was a xorn. a creature hungry for money (quite literally) unable t understand at first I was not able to capitalize on the opportunity. but the next "day" the fairy and I set out a welcome mat.
It looks as if I'll be heading out to improve relations in the near future as we've been contacted by a local animal trader. I do hom=pe all he sells is animals. I don't want ot have to deal with a slaver.
For the fist time in history!
P. T. Barnum
The world will remember 3 people from each generation. the greatest hero, the greatest villain, and the greatest storyteller.
The Inn I was staying at after fleeing from one of the local churches that caught me in... an exaggeration. All thanks to the woman sitting across from me Lavinia Glo. The pain in my side as well as the (once) love of my life. However, her hatred for any truth slightly stretched is absolutely intolerable. A water Genasi devoted to putting out all the fires I start in people's hearts. After escaping from the last fall out from her exposing me in the last city, she had found me even after the long arm of the church Varell had fallen short.
She lectures me on settling down and getting a job as a potter or a fisher. telling me that everything I want could be right in front of me if only I would see it for what it is and not what I want it to be. But every night I think of how much more the world could be if I could show them not what is. but what it could be. A million possibilities that the world could take on if only a little imagination and adventure would find it's way into everyone's heart. The world and this woman deserve more than the cold reality.
leaving me to think about her lecture she tells me she will force reality on me as long as it takes....
The guild quest board stairs me in my downtrodden and exposed eyes. kill this, collect that.... get a job huh? I'll show her. not everyone's life is meant to be drab and predictable. a story that even she cannot refute. I drunkenly swager up to the quest board and rip the most dangerous and glorious quest I can see from the board. The world will have its storyteller. I will see to that!
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