D&D Players, What's the most dramatic personality shift you've had in a character? #1

[@colinchildress1251]

Best thing I did lately was with my necromancer. There was a vampire in this town, serving people this tea that granted their every wish when they drank it and helped them run their town and grow their crops, make them happy. But after we killed the vampire, we needed to get the tea and destroy it. Mind you, we had been trying to convince people that this girl was a vampire and using souls to make this tea that they were using. So I make a bunch of skeletons and ghouls to go around, breaking into homes and destroying tea. I use Disguise Self to make myself look like the vampire, laughing and making the town think it's me leading this undead army. After they destroyed the tea, the party came and "drove me out of town" so to speak, making them look like heroes for saving the town. But then my party came in to do the long term help. The town couldn't sustain themselves anymore because the wishing was only temporary in some cases, for example: their land wasn't fertile, and without the magic that the liquid gave them, their crops couldn't survive. But one of the party members used the 8 hour version of Plant Growth. He stayed until he taught one of the towns members to a level high enough to cast it as well, then they could sustain themselves. It was one of the most satisfying sessions I've ever had. My alignment shifted from Lawful Neutral, to Chaotic Neutral.

[@alabamaslammer3921]

Just curious, did you get the idea of the concept from a vocaloid song?

[@Qualicabyss]

Why kill the vampire though

[@instantpurple1282]

Paladin broke his Oath of Devotion, and took up one of Conquest. After a while, he gave up the oath of Conquest and finally took the oath of Redemption. Going from man to monster to savior hero. I implemented the rule of cool for the player to make someone interesting. This character was one of three who survived from session 0 to final.

[@esbeng.s.a9761]

I need the rest of that story

[@instantpurple1282]

@@esbeng.s.a9761 One of my players made him. let's call this player Sam. Sam loved Paladins and decided to make a character that served in an order within a Kingdom. This character was named Wulfric Angelos (a human). Wulfric survived a large scale regicide while serving and fighting for the then- king. As a result of this treason, he was exiled. During this time, Wulfric's mind began to fall apart wandering the wilderness. Sam decided to make him resist being an Oath Breaker to avoid being too edgy, but instead made it so that Wulfric felt that he was abandoned by his god. Wulfric decided to become a wild man gathering other survivors to lead a sort of tribe against the usurped crown's rule. He was basically a monster killing bandits and duke loyalists by the dozens. After a while a new challenger for the throne rose, the party's bard- Sylvia (a half Aasimar, we'll call Sylvia's player Jessie). Sylvia had blood from the former king as an illegitimate daughter. Sylvia along with the rest of the group managed to make the slightly broody and ill-tempered Wulfric reveal a kinder side, contrary to his gruff and grizzled exterior. When Wulfric saw the opportunity to save his former kingdom, kill the man who cast him out, and help his friend achieve something greater: the choice was simple. He chose a new oath, one that he swore to never break from, one that he would die holding onto if he must. Long story short: Wulfric killed the "Duke" and became a personal guard to Sylvia. Both Sam and Jessie decided that they would leave off their characters there.

[@Victor-056]

...Beckett, is that you?

[@Salad_Pickle]

In my own character Avvar. He went from a quiet awkward artificer, preferences in peace; to an arrogant gunslinger who hacks pieces off of fallen foes for ingredients and the like, and to the suicide of a villain responded simply "Well fuck. I was just going to slit his throat." It didn't happen out of nowhere, though. He had fallen into traps, fell prey to mimics and other hidden animated objects, was psychically tormented and assailed multiple times. Now he's getting headaches, delving into eldritch powers and just not giving a damn about anything but money, knowledge and power. His closest comrade, Leon, is pretty much the only thing maintaining his Chaotic Good actions. Swaying awfully close to Neutral

[@edamommy]

Gordon Yanagiya, monster hunting sushi chef. He started as a meme PC entirely, but due to party shenanigans, he was trapped in a Happy Death Day-style time loop for 100 years. He exited the time loop with virtually no fear of death, and an extremely calculating mindset after essentially using a single day as a sandbox simulator for a century. Became one of my absolute favourite PCs

[@weaselundercover481]

tiefling sorcerer who's backstory was being trapped in his brother's body as part of a ritual that gives his bloodline his sorcerer powers. He is followed by his father's familiar who reports back everything to his father. His goal for adventuring is to have the familiar killed so he can be himself again. it was really funny when my familiar died and I had a 10 minute timer to explain as much as I could before the familiar was resummoned by my father.

[@Blandy8521]

This is just more of a result of playing a warforged (Axel) that had a imp familiar (Zarial). So as Axel I do a completely monotone voice while with Zarial I'll be completely batshit insane. The group looked surprised that I could go from a flat monotone "I suggest that we run" to a completely insane "AHAHAHAHAH I'LL HAVE YOUR EYES" in the same breath

[@waffler-yz3gw]

thats amazing

[@GeminibBorn]

Kinda wish I was there.

[@GingerLadyBoffin]

My kenku rogue (arcane trickster) sorcerer (divine soul) went from being the shyest and weakest character in the party to the strongest and most courageous after she rolled a Nat 20 to resist Strahd when he tried to turn her on the party. She was subsequently chosen to wield the Sunsword and deal the killing blow (mostly because finesse weapon and I was using it to cast green-flame blade and dealing massive damage, but also for flavor since she was the only one who had been able to resist him and see through his nightmares). She somehow went from the youngest and squishiest party member to heavy hitting tank protector of the group. I'm so proud of her and her character development.

[@drunkenrobot7061]

I once played a cleric who followed a deity of mercy and healing; no issues with fighting, and definitely not a pacifist, but he would prefer peaceful solutions to battle, hence his absurdly high Charisma and low Strength. Over the course of the campaign, he was worn down to a shell of his former self who, thinking back to playing him, seemed more than ready to end just about anything that threatened him, his party, and the like... even one of the other party members who was rapidly turning more and more evil after using an evil item. He also died about 5 times that campaign, and after the second time was revived as an undead, only kept sentient by the grace of his deity. That was eventually cured, but for a while he was extremely self-hating and just wanted to get the mission done so he could disappear.

[@cordmoody1353]

I remember the dwarf paladin I played in my first campaign. He had a severe hatred of goblinoids, but especially Orcs (not that I do but i like a little controversy and our main enemy was Orcs for the first part of the campaign). When my brother decided to introduce his Half-Orc Barbarian, my character was... less than pleased, and made every effort to leave him for dead. That never came though. One day however, in a separate session between the two characters, they went on a little mini adventure by themselves and bonded over their love for battle and surprising common disdain for Orcs. They grew from tolerating each other to brotherhood. It was beautiful.

[@lunakai976]

This change was completely unintentional, but I absolutely loved the idea when circumstances presented themselves. My very first character, a bard named Acacia, was quiet, gentle, and terrified of fighting (and spiders). She ended up with the party because they were all captured at the start of the campaign and broke out together. Level 3 rolls around (most recent session actually) and I get to pick a college for Acacia. I know nothing about this stuff and didn’t read up on it beforehand, so I picked the College of Whispers. As my DM was reading out the description, my brain burst with an idea. Acacia, the timid, soft soul, was a total lie. An act she put on so anyone that posed a threat to those she cares about wouldn’t suspect her to be a threat, when in all actuality she is more than willing to go to extremes to protect anyone she holds dear. So far, no one in the party (in character) knows about the fact she’s been lying to them ever since the beginning. Except the spiders thing, she still hates spiders

[@CaptainFirespitter]

Ok, this is a campaign and character I’ve mentioned a lot in these videos, but during the old version of our rebooted modified version of Tyranny of Dragons, my Character, Deric Kain, A teenaged bronze tempest cleric, started off with being someone who was excited to see the world, yet anxious and nervous about having to support the party with keeping them alive whilst being desperate to find out what happened to his parents after being found and raised within the clergy as an egg. When he learned the truth to his parents from Hazirawn after killing Rezmir, them being former members of the dragon cult that died to protect their only child and their failed mounted rebellion against Severin the Red, whilst constantly dealing with much abuse from the party ranging from exploitation, blackmail, gaslighting and more, he became a very different person afterwards. He became vengeance exemplified to the extreme and the reason why Dragonborn are meant to be raised properly in their culture since feral Dragonborn are terrifying in of itself. He would be making and gathering power for himself to help his obsession in revenge not considering the consequences of his actions for the longest time and even becoming the loose cannon of the group, not without a damn good reason. Deric’s continued like this until he ended up unintentionally killed one member of the party, probably the only person who at least treated him with a good respect even if they were rivals in their pursuits for a relationship with the same NPC they cared about deeply. The death of his only friend made Deric consider himself, taking stock of his actions and bearing the responsibility of everything which happened next. He never surrendered the mission to wipe out the cult, but he ended up becoming the most dedicated and selfless person out of everyone to help wipe out evil to protect the people. They were the person who made the most difficult choices to make an edge against the cult, recruited many despised and pure evil beings and characters to make them wipe themselves out in the war effort while learning their weaknesses to exploit in the future (coming close to bringing down the Drow society of Lolth followers, only failing when the party made it impossible for him to garner their support) and so much more transpiring. And while everything was happening, Deric never refused to make sacrifice after sacrifice on himself to protect the very people routinely hating and despising his existence in the party, breaking every possible outcome for a positive life for himself to safeguard the future, even surrendering their very soul and the person they love to make them happy, sacrificing his own. Everything which ended up making Deric one of the most dangerous yet tragic people in the entire campaign, only wanting to know where his parents were as he became the biggest monster of the Swordcoast to break the threat to the world and be the necessary evil. We sadly never were able to see where the story ended with deric on the old campaign but luckily their story isn’t over yet. New revised version of the campaign, fresh changes, brand new characters and players (including my fiancé, Heyo!!!) and another adventure to be discovered. And I genuinely can’t wait with where thing are progressing now!

[@tafua_a]

My personality shift was pretty slow, but point B was vastly different from point A. I started the adventure as Drum, a low life goblin rogue named after the goblin leader's tendency to hit him with a stick. He was meek and, by goblin standards, pretty kind. He was also cowardly, especially intimidated by dwarves and other goblinoids. Then Drum joined the party with a paladin who saved him from a beatdown by his old tribe, and started a character development which made him colder, more calculating, but still kind to his friends. He also grew interested in magic (becoming an Arcane Trickster) and guerrilla warfare. If in his first fight, Drum would panic and hide pathetically, by the end he had become cunning enough to pretty much wipe the floor with entire groups of bad guys using his surroundings, a few spells and some planning. He also saved the lives of a dwarven family of mine owners, becoming filthy rich as a result.

[@SecohdYue]

One of my own characters, Marz, a homeless lizardwoman that worked as bard for food and ended more than one time having to sell her love for some coins per night... she was, despite all, gentle, friendly, and gratefull... Despite suffering a lot on her day by day, she meet one guard one cold night that got some mercy to spare with her, bringing her to his house, give her food, and a warm place to stay without asking. She prepared him food, nothing that wild or sofisticated, got a good wine bottle but when she arrived home she found him murdered in a terrible way and ended on jail for almost 6 years... since she was the last person that saw him alive, despite not being guilty at all During this years behind bars she changed drastictly, become sour, selfish and allways looking to other with a mix of fear and hate, not knowing what they could do to her. She was on that mood when a fairly powerfull mage was attacking three of the new players on the game, the mage said it was not her business and she just turned away and resumed walking. They survived and ended up joining them, during the time I spent playing this character she became a pretty good spy/assasin but allways sour and distant. They blame her for allways not help them when they screw up something that was not on "her contract" She got a long life despite all and retired when she started to get blind form age, but despite that, she was just another old witch that spent her last years on a hut near a small city

[@momijiinubawooshiri1261]

I once had an old war veteran character in a pathfinder campaign named Slake, he was a crotchety and cantankerous old coot who was on the insane side, He had lived through many wars, and even grew a taste for cannibalism in his time spent fighting, his only known love was for his mount, a pet raptor, grown to large size whom he called Darak, she had been with him through all his time spent fighting, and even had threatened the party to save her over him when they both were knocked unconscious. He was insane in the regards of always looking for the biggest thing to fight, claiming whatever land and property his opponents had as his own, and even spoke to the various voices in his head (played as any OOC comments from the table). He was mean, strong, and saw himself as unbeatable, the kind of character that caused collective groans from the other PCs when he piped up (but the table honestly loved him). His major turning point was when we were sent on a quest to protect a child of a royal family on a trip, when the party and our ward were separated from her guard everyone was quite worried when the cannibal stepped up to the girl, reached out a hand... and offered it to her saying in his gruff tone "C'mon little lady, we gotta get outta here." the whole group was shocked by this development as he had never shown any semblance of kindness to anyone before, but as soon as she took his hand, he swept her up onto his mount, and screamed at the others "What in the hell y'all lookin' at? Get a move on!" In truth this wasn't so much him having a dramatic turning point in his character, he had always been partial to kids, justifying it as "Can't kill off the young'un's, then there'll be no one left t' fight!" But later on in the same campaign he also adopted another little girl and paid her way through magic training because she showed an aptitude for it. He ended his tale a hero to many, running a suicide mission to draw the attention of a horde of demons away from the group as they made their escape.

[@Ceracio]

Sounded a lot like Kled from League of Legends to start with. An insane old coot with a pet raptor who is always claiming territory as his own and being possibly psychotic/schizophrenic.

[@momijiinubawooshiri1261]

@@Ceracio to be honest, I modeled him initially off that idea.

[@momijiinubawooshiri1261]

@@Ceracio and if you look at their names Slake and Darak are an anagram for Kled and Skaarl

[@sovereignflux]

I had a sword college bard named Walsh. He was a famed bullfighter that later became a member of an adventuring party so he could fight mightier foes. He believed that morals against killing were a form of handicap that prevented people from unleashing their full might. He was quite the blood knight, focusing on the biggest monster in a fight. He always made sure to get last words from worthy foes so he could write them on his cape before finishing them off. It was my turn to DM after the campaign ended. I brought Walsh back, albeit in a new light. After the old party defeated the main villain from the first campaign and parted ways, he became apathetic. His performances failed to entertain them as they used to. He needed real challenges. This caused him to be sought out by a Demon Lord, who agreed to give him even more power and reveal combatants worthy of his time. He couldn't resist. He set off to kill those dear to his "challengers" in order to draw them out and surface their killing intent. He found himself slaying soldiers and adventures, including most of his old party. All of this served to further the Demon Lord's goal, as he knew very well the danger adventures posed. Walsh ended up being the second-to-last boss, after the Demon Lord himself. "A fight to the death has meaning."

[@GeminibBorn]

Hoho nice! Kind of a Byronic Hero gone wrong.

[@darcraven01]

Had a bard who was just a simple wandering minstral. Told his stories and sang his songs but kept to himself.. At least until the queen fell for him (completely not my bard's fault). Queen choose to take him as her husband and thus making him king. As king the bard took on a noble and powerful nature, trying to prove to the kingdom that he would be a worthy king. (This was in an rp that was unconnected to any ttrpg, it was just written in forums online. It is, however, the only time i had such a change in character personality so i figured it fit)

[@waffler-yz3gw]

in the "fool's gold" campaign (look it up if you dont know what that is) there was a crazy hag who melted goblins and owned 28 ducks, she turned into a mature 7ft tall super elf with glowing veins and became the voice of reason for the group she was in so i'd say that would count as a dramatic shift

[@5Psuperstructure]

Her name was Gothi if you’re wondering. She LOVED potatoes

[@LocalMaple]

My character got PTSD. _All Things DnD_ shared the full thing; I have a playlist for The Iron Golems on my channel. In my backstory, I was a Tiefling whose tail and horns got ripped out by the champion of the colosseum. We were sent (back for me) there by our employer to either make an alliance or kill the colosseum master. In the meeting, we met the champion, a Chain Devil (CR8, we were Lv8). The warlock in charge was paranoid, and said he would make our alliance on a few conditions, including a 1v1 with his champion, and a Geas to serve. The warlock was eyeing up his former party member, and my best friend the sorcerer, for the duel. But I didn’t want him to face the Chain Devil, and threw down my gauntlet quickly. So here I am, facing the being of my nightmares. The sorcerer casts a couple buff spells on me before the fight. We enter, and a cage match is set up; I can’t rely on Zephyr Strike to stay out of melee. I down my Potion of Haste, and telepathically learn through sorcerer that the Chain Devil is being Hasted too. As the fight progressed, and I was winning, I began to laugh and become elated. I won without getting bloodied. I was how much more confident. I stared down the Adult White Dragon while disguised as the warlock it made a pact with, and fooled it into a trap. I was now a stronger, more vocal party member. And then I got caught by the BBEG, chained up, and put on display to persuade my friend the sorcerer into complying. Exactly as the colosseum did to me when I first arrived. That gave my character PTSD, and he reverted to worse than before. I even got set off when the metal-armored sorcerer friend tried to hug me in comfort. I recovered 3 levels later, in time for the finale.

[@flameofmage1099]

The idea of a newly turned vampire excitedly running to the bathroom only to scream in pain as he pulls his hand out of the sink is not an imagine I knew I needed.

[@amberkat8147]

Ikr? And the burning blanket on the porch thing was just perfection *chef's kiss*

[@casualgamefreak]

Ah, Vaira. She went so far off the rails from what I was planning for her character, but oh, was it all 100 percent worth it in the end. Vaira was a githyanki blood hunter/cleric multiclass who started the campaign as a bitter, broken, traumatized woman after the loss of her love interest. At campaign start, she delivered on exactly that, with biting snark and cold distance being the norm. The only reason she stuck with them at first was a perception of strength in numbers. I was expecting Vaira to be juggling her loyalty to the githyanki with a growing attachment to the party. To keep her ruthless warrior nature while still holding on to her memories of the past. What I instead got was her loyalty to the githyanki waning and then being severed entirely by an incident that threatened our high elf wizard's home. That was followed up by a conversion to being a cleric of the Raven Queen and her slowly but surely moving on and letting go of the past with the party's help. At the end of the campaign, Vaira had gone from a merciless soldier hanging on to her trauma and bent mostly on destruction, to a stalwart warrior, healed from the scars of her past and aiming to protect her friends and set things right.

[@EroWaters]

Dakari's player here. It *was* incredibly traumatic, and not an easy choice. Not that long before the lich surgery, Dakari lost both arms, both legs, and one of their lungs (not all at once, and in separate combats, all within 24 hours). It's only because of the crystal that served as a connection to their god that Laza was able to regenerate Dakari's missing body parts. Unfortunately, the entirety of that regeneration is done in adamantine, and it is not perfect. They have two nearly perfect adamantine arms, a fairly decent adamantine lung, and a couple of adamantine peglegs. Laza points at Dakari's restored limbs as proof of his god's power. Dakari never asked for any of it. At the moment, they are considering knocking a few inches off of the peglegs and having some adamantine bullets made for the fallen Solar to use in her rifle to kill Laza.

[@t.b.cont.]

A human wizard in the twilight years of their life. Decided they wasted their entire life with a nose in a book, and so became an adventurer to experience the world. The personality didn’t change, just a kindly old soul facing their mortality. But the shift was how the party saw them. They were a necromancer, and became an adventurer to steal the knowledge of other necromancers through playing a hero so they can achieve eternal life. Suddenly the “bucket list of spells I want to learn before I die” took a dark turn…

[@ThatVia]

I played an Avali (raptor bird alien thing) Charlatan Swashbuckler Rogue in Tomb of Annihilation. He was the typical Chaotic Neutral roguish type, a thief and a scoundrel, and seemed pretty set in his ways. It wasn’t until a powerful Medusa killed nearly his entire party of 6, with him and the gnome wizard running away, that he started to see things differently. He became more jaded, vengeful, and set on killing that Medusa. He had really grown to like the party, and had considered them friends. Eventually, with a new party gathered, he made his way back to the Medusa with a plan. Covering a polished metal shield with a cloth, the new party very clumsily and poorly tried to sneak back in, finding that the paranoid Medusa had built hundreds of terracotta soldiers to guard her palace, and inevitably engaged in combat. As soon as he was able, he slipped through the crowd, and shouted “I’m back you snake!” while revealing the shield and pulling it up to his face. She failed the save both times. The Medusa made stone, the shield enchanted to +1 and with her shrieking face imprinted upon it, and her Terracotta Army crumbling, the party leveled from xp and then again from completing his personal quest. That day Kadako the Rogue became Kadako the Fighter Rogue. My character changed alignment immediately to be Neutral Good, and took the goals of the adventure into his own hands. By the end of the campaign, Kadako himself was fighting in the frontline against the BBEG with his new friends instead of hiding in the back and sipping in and out for opportune sneak attacks. He didn’t land the killing blow on the BBEG himself, but he was valiant in his new ways, and after the adventure returned home to care for his daughter with a newfound appreciation for the better side of things, and a QUITE hefty amount of gold to secure his and her lives.

[@ItsHellRider]

I had a goose Arakockra, named Robin. EVERYONE, even the party bullied him so badly it became such a bad joke. He went from a good fighter just trying to find adventure to... Pulling the barkeep outback and murdering him because he was selling eggs for crushing to piss Robin off. The other party members joined in the egg crushing. Constantly accused Robin of being evil despite never doing anything wrong. So he snapped and went on a murder spree. Ripped the head off someone and another person. These people were part of a group of ten thousand carrying a large castle and well... Robin straight tearing through two of them caused a massive panic that dropped the castle on everyone and killed major story characters and Robin says "You think the bodies are still fresh?" which caused our Paladin and I to start fighting on the ethics of eating humans and Robin was adamant that if humans can eat goose, then a goose can eat humans its the same thing. Ended up with the party hollering and going insane as the paladin was screaming at me to change my alignment. 0 to 100 character real quick. The party insisted I went crazy because Robin was supposed to be. I'm like no, yall bullied him all the time.

[@amberkat8147]

Yeah, I'm on Robin's side int his one. Actions have consequences, and treating someone monstrously can in fact create a monster.

[@theuncalledfor]

Sounds like a group you should ditch.

[@sonicroze]

Uther Eisenbart is my favorite character I've played. He started out in a Pathfinder one-shot. All our characters had been resurrected so we could retrieve a mcguffin from a tomb for this goddess. Uther's first words after being resurrected was "Tha' explosion wa'n't my fault! " I'd just recently learned hour warlocks pretty well came with built in back stories just by virtue of having a patron. It wasn't necessary to craft a story for him, but I like putting in the effort and I made it pretty simple. He came from a mountain dwelling family known for their mining skills and prowess with a battle axe - all very well typical, but Uther didn't want that. He wanted to be more... unique. So, one day, while he was mining, he found a rainbow stone faintly glowing in the dark. He picked it up and a voice spoke to him and his body was filled with a warm- safe feeling like he just received a million hugs and a mug of hot cocoa without end. This stone was the connection to his patron - the product of an Archfey and a Demon. Prisma never intended evil, and liked mortals very much, but she tended to cause extreme zeal or sloth in those she touched with her powers. Uther was a zealot - hell bent on bringing her physically into the material plane, but had tragically died in an explosion of his own making. But now, he had a second chance. Having never seen his 'rainbow goddess" he assumed the one who brought him back to life was her. She sent a representative with her -a scorpion who assumed the shape of an Elf woman. She couldn't speak but in clicks (our DMPC so he could play with us and not to his hand to what was going to happen next) and Uther absolutely loved her. Worshiped the ground she walked on. Now we (the players) knew that we were likely to die, so the goddess (our DM) left several corpses for us to inhabit if we needed (he abs a friend made up 5 random character sheets for us if we died). Uther was the first to die from his own stupidity and a wish stone gone wrong. So, I get to draw a new character for his consciousness to inhabit - a pyroclastic half dragon barbarian. Oh, but it gets better. I went from a 4 foot dwarf to a dragon man 8 ft talk with molten lava looking skin. A barbarian. And what skills did he have? Riding and animal handling. I also realized that Uther had achieved his goal - he was now very unique. He was significantly dumber, losing the ability to read and write, but without the stone he was cut off from his patron. He was now.... sane. He stopped bugging our guide, treated the gnome more cordially and at the end of it... after competing our mission, he went off riding into the sunset on a horse, followed by a bunch of animals like a Disney princess.

[@ShalkaChannel]

Yay! Glad to be once again in one of the videos from this amazing channel! Jhiaxus thanks you- i can't wait to develop him further so i can Tell you how we finally grafted the Eye and Hand of Vecna!

[@abadidea5984]

This happens quite literally and frequently with my current Strixhaven character. Vess Aubrelinn is an Eladrin wizard prodigy who grew up in the Feywilds. She is at all times meticulous, calculating, a stringent perfectionist and insufferable overachiever. However, her temperament is prone to shifting with the seasons, as all eladrin are prone. During winter she becomes rational and logical, in spring she is jolly and cooperative, in summer she is bold and confident, and in autumn she is prudent and patient. However, something unexpected happened when she moved from the Feywild into the material realm of Strixhaven; she did not account for the time dilution between planes, and now Vess shifts temperaments every 24 hours instead of every season. Furthermore, this rapid transition only intensifies the extremes of each season; Winter Vess is exacting and inflexible, Spring Vess is insufferably positive, Summer Vess is overconfident and capricious, and Autumn Vess is sullen and paranoid. Her core personality does not change, she is still an insufferable genius mage no matter what season she's going through. But now she's an insufferable genius mage prone to wild mood swings every time she wakes up in the morning.

[@broke_af_games9661]

Yeah that person who rolled with it... It shows how much trust they have in their DM. Players out there, that is all we want is for you to trust us to provide a fun and dynamic story. I have a group that trusts me a fair bit, but not only do they trust me I have taken my time to get to really know them. By the end of the first campaign with them by the end of the 18 levels I took the campaign through, all of the characters became something else through their own actions and events. A little less so at the end because I had to expedite the campaigns ending. A friend was leaving for South Korea. But anyways they were all very happy with it and it was a very cherished campaign. In the end, the whole magical plot of land floating in the astral sea, as well as all of the player characters, we're eating by the two old one warlock's patron. But it's fine... I have a whole new campaign for in the belly of Amigliobop, which the characters had become minor gods

[@TheRoastMaster69]

My favorite character ever was a multiclassed Fighter-Ranger. And how he came to be was all roleplay oriented. When I created my guy, it was my first time on 5e, being a pathfinder guy at first. So I went to my DM's place so we could work together on my character creation. It was for a lvl 3. I wanted the kind of guy that would be from a large species, his whole deal would be to grab random stuff around to use it as weapon. He came up with a homebrew subrace of lizardfolk he called a Kroxigor, basically a half-alligator. It came with the usual 13+Dex Ac, a AS bonus in wisdom and strenght. A natural 1d10 bite with grab and the hability to hold my breath an hour per con modifier. Needles to say. He was kinda broken. My Dm also came up with the plans to get tavern brawler as soon we can. He gave me a background story, I was to be a proud warrior of a wyvern hunting tribe, prodigy among them all, having rolled really high on my ability score(20 str, 14 Dex, 18 con, 10 int, 11 Wis, 12 Cha). Started the game without much more of a back story than going out for a hunt. To coming back to a decimated tribe and the big question of what happened and is there lost survivors. He was born on a continent the rest of the player wer new to, as an unexplored continent in a hunter-hunter kind of setup. My Dm chose to let me handle the rest of my back story, wich I did by roleplaying my guy teeling stories around the bonefire to the rest of the party, during long rest. I really gave myself the work of making him progressively learn common. He speaked really poorly when we started (ex: Can Kilgan lunch on Midget?) but now, around lvl 11 he has enough vocabulary to tell his tales. Some storied around hunts. Or how he was still a child when he bullied a warrior, wich quickly granted him the rank of shaman's escort. Or how he had a twin, where my guy(Kilgan) was the muscles and his twin (Crath) was the brain. DM realised he had a new NPC to had to his world and fking WENT FOR IT. Good DM tbh. So anyway... I started as a battle master at first and always roleplayed him as a hunter on the side. And he was really doing well at it... like... TOO WELL. Rip the panter... (isert side story: I was chasing a rabit when I spotted a giant kitty who wanted my meal.. As a player I thought the kitty would slay me... But I had to play my guy as reckless and dumb I could... So I grabbed that poor cat tail down from the tree and clubbed the poor thing on the head... crit with 35-ish damage.. and one shotted his head into mashed potatoes... while yelling: NO MUNCHING MY BUNNY.. Stopped surprised... then decided big kitty was better meal than small rabbit and came back to my party.) Being such good/lucky hunter, even if the stats never really were on his side, it came clear to me my guy was so good at hunting he had to get some ranger lvl, and so I went for the hunter/colossus slayer subclass.. Man did it made my guy a deadly dps with a lot of f-ing dice to roll on my hits. 1d6 Hunter mark, 1d8 colossus slayer, 1d8+1 wyvern femur club, 1d8 superiority dice, +5 str. On each hit. On a homebrew campain inspired by monster hunter that f-er fitted right in At lvl 11 I was a battle master 7, hunter 4, with tavern brawler and shield master feat. And a +2 ability modifier to wisdom(to get requirements for the ranger subclass) Sometimes used a club, sometimes a bow, or sometimes throwing axes(had 6 tomahawk, with action surge and trip manuver no enemies could run from my blood hungry friendly gator). And a good portion of the time I was using my enemy as a improvised weapon against his allies.. Also I had a grabing bite so I also just ended fight on a death roll(my dm and I ruled I was doing 1d10 bite damage and could use my move for a death roll in water for an extra 1d6) I think my best favorite fight was a bossfight. The thing was huge. I felt like a rat in front of it. It was some sort of giant metal golem with a whole arm being a sword. My damn wizzard used enlarge on me and I was now doing half the thing side. I told my DM: I wish to disarm that shit. DM: the sword is litterally his arm!! Me: I CAN DO IT Him: Aight roll for it Roll a crit. 56 damage. Him: you successfully detatcg his arm from his body. Me: I grab the armsword and swing at him. Decapitating it and stopping the fight right there and there. Pacific rim came true and god was it satisfying. Side note: this happened in the same fight/session dice rolled a meme in the game by a mix of wild magic and dumb luck on a custom wild chart. Could tell that story an other time. God I loved this campain so much.

[@kaseymathew1893]

I have a character who's probably going to have some personality changes . . . He currently naive, soft-hearted, and a pacifist. Also, he's too curious for his own good.

[@swiftwolf2950]

(Pathfinder) I had a Barbarian/Magus who was kind but also kinda stupid wisdom-wise. In the beginning he would only use his sword as a last resort, preferring to use his fists, and was very fond of/reverent toward Valkyries. Later on in the campaign, a bandit killed one of the PC and after my character killed her in turn, she became a Valkyrie of the dead. This turned my character on a campaign long vengeance quest that made him more brutal/sadistic and after killing the Valkyrie (along with another PC) got our party hunted by the rest of the Valkyries and most of the world. My character eventually became the final boss after being fully corrupted and turning on the rest of the party.

[@Cheshire5174]

it hasn't happened yet, but it could happen easily. a character I am playing as right now, probably my favorite character, a drow Feylock called Cheshire, she is the friendliest person ever, she doesn't want anything more in life than to enjoy life, be that by drinking, partying, adventuring, or some combination of the three. technically her personality wouldn't change, but I could very easily see her starting to be chaotic evil instead of chaotic good, just because she got bored. one that actually happened, is an actual personality change, but is much less substantial, is that of another character I'm playing right now, is that of an orc barbarian called Karadur (But everyone calls her "Big Jane" and at this time the party doesn't even know her real name). She just wanted to have a simple life, but somehow she always ends up somewhere where there are lives to save. she doesn't want to be a hero, but she doesn't want to let people die, so she saves them, and then leaves. she tries to avoid violence... which is great, considering the party is comprised almost entirely of incredibly powerful murderhobos. they are now fighting a Mirror Remorhaz, a homebrew creature, that is actually harder to kill the more powerful you are (our party can't even damage it). This, along with seeing a village she considered a temporary home shattered, has even more impounded Janes idea that violence should be a last resort. she is now taking levels in Redemption Oath Paladin, and she is no longer hiding from being the hero. Her oath is as follows: "I look at the ones called heroes, and I see violence. I look at myself and I see a hero. Violence is the way of cowards, and it has been my way. I shall no longer run. I give the world a hero who does not fight. I am Karadur, the Redeemer."

[@levisallade1976]

In an evil campaign I was playing a cereal killer who hid his intent behind a meek persona. I gave him a negative dex score as he had a type of nerve damage (shakiness and the like), but he played this up. I included moments in my description of his actions that indicated to everyone that he was hiding things. In the last encounter before the party broke up (as evil campaigns do) and we moved on to another campaign, I finally allowed him to break character. So I guess I kinda subvert the rules of this prompt, in a way. One piece of context is that magic had been banned for a long while before the beginning of the campaign, but the ban was lifted. Also, my character is a Warlock. We were in a town that all the men had left behind for war, and in their stead, the women had become a strong Matriarchal society. There was a lot of back and forth within the party as our only female member started to feel a kinship with these women, and the rogue was talking to the leader about doing a job. On the other hand, the Oath of Treachery Paladin who thought that we were the Seven Deadly Sins (long story) was demanding we move on as he saw no point in helping the town. This argument turned into a fight between the Paladin and Rogue with the female Fighter standing by to consider joining, and the rest of us stood off to the side. Also as a note, the townswomen were gathered in an outwardly facing circle as they realized we were using magic, and they didn't either trust that the kingdom had lifted the ban or were too stuck in their ways to change. During the first round of combat I messaged the DM with my held action. Paladin almost one shots the Rogue who fires back with lackluster results (Rogue best 1v1), my turn passes and it comes back around. Two swings and misses later, I announce to the table what my held action was. I held the spell Shatter until just before my next turn, then as my next turn came I cast it once more. Where? You might ask, did I cast them. On the townswomen. Two turns and both my spell slots later there were maybe 7-8 dead women, and everyone had a bit of ringing in their ears. I stepped forward, stood up mostly straight, and spoke with confidence and a different accent and voice. The exact quote doesn't live up to the hype leading up to it, but basically I told everyone to calm TF down and let us leave before I do it again.

[@amberkat8147]

I wish i could have seen the look on their faces when you did that, tbh.

[@Mogura85]

i had an Oath of Devotion paladin and we had a young idealistic party of bard, ranger, cleric, and a rogue (who ironicaly was just a bored noblemans son with a knack for acrobatics) and we ran a grim hollow campin. but over the cause of the campain we lost friends, allies, whitnessed how childhood friends were torn apart and eaten alive by ettercaps, maidens ended like in goblinslayer, my paladib broke his oath and had a "The end justifies the means." agenda. over the campain (wich is still running) our party gets more and more corrupted. our bard got a flute made of a bishops thighbone and charms undead. our ranger became a high ranking Wight. and our cleric now worships vecna.

[@jamessberna1330]

Not really a personality shift for my character but a player at my table missed a session and I played his character that day. It was difficult because my character EC was very personable and tho a con artist he had fun with it (one level rogue, three druid on the ua fairy race) and was somehow the party face. The other guy was playing a life cleric bug thing (homebrew my dm came up with) and one of our first encounters a player went down because he refused to heal anyone. When he missed the session for a bad reason I gave his character a personality that "you owe me if I heal you and I'm going to BUG you till you repay me" pun intended. The player ended up dropping because he stole from another player at work tho they remained friends. We wouldn't have had a healer after that (I know I'm a druid so I could be a healer but I built my character to fight knowing we had a healer) so the dm and the rest of the players asked me to play his character as well as my own. Two completely different personalities that clashed a lot and I would rp an argument between the two (in voices EC sounded like a bad Johnny Depp impression and "Ugbug" as we called him sounded like a high pitch Egor). Anyway after a few sessions, about 5 or 6, my dm asked if it was becoming too much to play two characters. I told him that it was a lot to do and keep track of. We came up with the idea of Ugbug being a spy for the bad guy. I loved it and our last session right before our break from this campaign was the big reveal. The big bad was pretending to be a noble and came into a tavern we were at, Ugbug jumped and let the bb take his seat then handed over this item we were to hold onto. The others were floored and it caused a big fight in the tavern. Like I said not a big personality change because he was always a ..... but it was a definite change up to the party and how everyone is viewing the other characters. Even with my meta knowledge of Ugbug being the only traitor, my character is sus of the others.

[@muntuku]

A couple short stories. In my current campaign, I'm basically playing the Doomslayer (it's an epic level campaign using homebrew Ioun stones that give 10 levels in a class). Yes, the DM played At Doom's Gate when he was introduced. My DM is... Very generous with homebrew. So the Doomslayer is a barbarian (of course) complete with super shotgun, plasma rifle, and crucible blade, all completely homebrew, just like basically all my other gear. Our mission (at the time) was basically to be hit men for a lich. So, he teleports us to the first location, a couple miles from our target. The DM describes how we feel that we are being watched. Having a 25 passive investigation, I'm able to spot a displacer beast stalking us. I walk over, shove my super shotgun into the displacer beast's mouth after grabbing it by the throat, and pull the trigger twice (I have the gunslinger feat, so close range does not effect my ranged attacks). Needless to say, the displacer beast's head basically stopped existing. Did I mention this was basically the very first thing my character did? Yeah. After that, we were fighting a dragon (green, I think, it was a couple months ago), and I rolled athletics to grapple it's neck. I have a +13 to athletics, and rolled a 19. After I grappled, I used my crucible blade, which has a vorpal ability. Nat 20. Later sold the dragon's head for a rather hefty sum.

[@Onkelcuno]

I usually play evil characters as a player, as i like to be the little devil on everyones shoulders when making decisions. never evil as in BBEG evil. this one time however i played a lawful good mercy monk, out to just heal and help people selflessly. one of my defining character traits as a mercy monk was however how pityfull my healing was, compared to others (the other healing classes), and that all i really could do was punch people to death. then came a fatefull day. we were trapped in a magic cave that wouldn't let us leave and that let into a sprawling dungeon. after solving riddles and killing tons of stuff we stood in the final room. in it was a throne made of bones. throughout the dungeon we had learned that the throne would give powers far beyond the wieldest expectations. those who sat on the throne would gain "the strength of armies". My monk was tempted to gain such power to help people. and he failed the wisdom saving throw (his strongsuit!) when the throne itself beguiled him to sit. my mercy monk took seat. immidiatly he had pictures rushing through his mind which gave him proficiency in the survival skill, but nothing else happened at first. our party tabaxi sat too and got turned into a dwarf by the throne. however, what happened to my monk was worse: after a day he fainted and had a vision of the god cyric. cyric is an evil god that wants to sow chaos, destruction and loves backstabbing (aka the murder hobo god). my good natured monk, over the course of a few days forgot everything good and monk-like in him and turned into a full on cyric trickery domain cleric. in a course of 3 days he begane drinking alcohol (previosily he didn't drink), started donning armor and started using a +3 shield (yes a +5ac shield) we had found and originally wanted to sell. he also became, through his transformation, chaotic evil. he started actively going out at night with his new found "pass without trace" spell to murder several familys to spread the word of his god. i am still playing him and have slowly managed to corrupt the entire party by getting them to make evil decisions. kinda the "we don't have time for morality to get in our way" style. turns out enticing murder-hoboing isn't that hard! just about all good-natured characters in our party have been told that they shifted to at least neutral alignments by our DM by now. one little sit on an evil chair and gone was all hope. currently my monk-turned-cleric is on the way to freeing his god. i'm really looking forward what happens if i manage to succeed with him. the truest of backstabs for cyric!

[@jasondahfolf4325]

I haven’t played too many characters but I do have one that would fit this story. I played a small viximera (personal foxfolk homebrew tied to various forms of magic) divine sorceress named Eeshki in West Marches server. She started out as this bubbly and downright adorable little fennec fox gal, with fire spells and some healing to match her personality to help her make her way through the world. Then she got one shot by a hill giant yeeting a flaming cart at her(which she accidentally set on fire, had to face flame skulls while having just a wand of magic missiles to help out, and was nearly assassinated by a cultist of Graz’zt. Needless to say, her confidence was shattered and it took her a long time to gain most of it back, but she never gained her full confidence and truly outgoing nature and became more protective of her friends.

[@Wladeex123]

I DM a game right now. D&D, 5th edition. Started as a campaign for 4 players, each one started with an extremely serious character (y'know, since it's a campaign, not a goofy one-shot *sigh*). Even with all the prompts in the world, there was no interaction. The players, recognizing this, decided to change some things. A druid character was replaced by a bard with quite the opposite goals and ideals and a gunslinger became much more sociable, and it's done wonders for the team chemistry. Also playing a game right now. Wanted to do a chef-feat cleric support character who would mostly be a comic relief piece + a person who resses people. Turned out we need more serious voices so suddenly the party follows a self-obsessed wizard and a cook cleric who only wants to learn more recipes for himself and gain gold for his family. Also sanctuary is the best spell.

[@fosamwise3374]

Story of one of the players in my game, this game started with just me and her and was the first game I DM'ed but after a few sessions it became a full game with 5 players. Faelyn was a chaotic good, high elf, Moon druid who had just reached Elf maturity and grew up relatively sheltered in a small forest village. And she was the kindest and most naive character ever, violence was definitely the very last option for her. She once accidentally snuk into the torture room of a goblin nest where two goblins were activily torturing someone. her first reaction was not to attack or do closer recognaisance, it was to get out of the tunnel she was hiding in and loudly ask: "hey, what's going on here?". Only to be attacked by both goblins. She then saved the person being tortured, Mert, and they travelled together for a while and bonded quite a bit (as she was alone, he was a DMPC rogue meant to help her out a bit). Throughout their adventures, they kept running into a BBEG who stole a number of artifacts and magical items right before they could get them. Until one day, Mert threw himself through the BBEG's portal before he could close it again and left Faelyn alone again. So she went looking for the BBEG, trying to figure out who they were, and where Mert could be. On her path she ran into other adventurers and teamed up with them as there is strength in numbers. she stayed her friendly self and was a very peaceful part of an otherwise rather aggressive party. Then, they finally found a lead, after much investigating, they knew the BBEG was most likely one of 2 rich poliicians in the capital and they had an idea of where Mert was being kept. After fighting a tough battle they managed to save him, but he was changed, he had been imprisoned for months and was clearly heavily traumatised, his personality had dulled and he seemed to yearn for rest. His fighting spirit had left him and he wasn't very forthcoming with details about his imprisonment, probably because of trauma. So they left him in another player's inn to recover there and Faelyn was distressed over his change, he had loost all interest in finding the BBEG and when she visited him, he tried to convince her to go home and stop advnturing because it wasn't safe. Another player didn't trust Mert and starte invvestigating his actions and the BBEG on his own, not wanting to unsettle faelyn. He found out however, that he was right not to trust Mert when the party discovered that the person they saved was not Mert at all, but someone posing as him. A Changeling assistant to the BBEG had set up this charade in an attempt to get the party of his trail, the real Mert was still out there somewhere, still imprisoned. And when they confronted the Fake Mert, he just managed to escape. Meanwhile the party had gone through multiple traumatic events connected to other PC backstories, hardening Faelyn a bit. When they finally found the real Mert, his brain was scrambled from many months of mental prodding and torture, but with some restoration they returned him to his senses to find him bitter and deadset on making his captors pay. Faelyn then swore to him she would kill teh BBEG, who they found out was named one of their current patrons named "vanan". Vanan fled the city soon after to find an artifact in order to perform an eldritch ritual, however, this artifact was on the other side of the continent and the party spent almost 2 months chasing them through the wilderness. Wen they finally caught up to them, they were already in the midst of their ritual, some monologueing and a gruesome battle ensued, as the players were on their last leg but about to beat them. Vanan's right hand man, stabbed them in the back and teleported away, revealing themselves to be the changeling who pretended to be Mert and possibly the reall BBEG. However, Faelyn wasn't done with Vanan yet. As Vanan was laying on the floor bleeding to death, betrayed by their closest friend. Faelyn walked over and cast cure wounds. Maybe she wanted to interrogate them for more information? ask them about the changeling? what their plan was?... no Faelyn casts flameblade, and plunges it into their chest, granting herself the satisfaction that Vanancould look her in the eyes as she killed them. This caught me by suprise as a DM but it really shouldn't have. After the many traumatic events Faelyn had gone through she had slowly lost a lot of that childlike wonder and innocence. The horrors that er friend had undergone had pushed her over the edge into full vengeance mode. with this we also shifted her alignement from chatic good to chaotic neutral. That was the last game we played and I'm incredibly stoked where this story will go next. TDLR: naive and friendly druid loses her best friend twice and finds him tortured and traumatised, goes through many hardships and once the BBEG who abducted her friend goes down and is on deathsaves, she heals them back only so she can look them in the eyes while she plunges a flameblade into their heart

[@eesedesesesrdtsuperjoshuab7907]

My angel ninja character: Session 1: covered in scars, afraid of everything, constantly hid away in her pocket dimension, got overstimulated easily by loud noises and lots of people Final session: brave, confident, protecting the party, coming up with plans and was able to combine the BBEG to become good by pulling him and herself into her pocket dimension. That was my favourite campaign I’ve ever played, the party was so and great was a massive part in helping her become more confident and happy and Lilith exodus (the character) will always be one of my favourite characters ever

[@nathanwilkowski3131]

A friend of mine who also GMs wanted to run a campaign, but wasn't up for a longer one. So we agreed that I would be the secret BBEG, not terribly powerful, but secretly resentful of the party, and disgusted by their cavalier attitude, and inability to see the wider repercussions of their actions. The idea was that if my PC hit their theoretical breaking point, or the rest of the party realized that the letters I was writing and sending off to my sister had coded instructions and tip-offs to the party's movements, so villages that would likely be subject to collateral damage would be abandoned by the time the party got there. This lasted for 6 months irl, translating to 15 months in game. During one of the level-ups for our party, our bard picked up a feat to help with espionage and made a casual, but very lucky roll while looking at the letter I was writing to my sister. Instead of playing coy, they confronted me then and there in the room, alone. A successful cast of Hold Person gave me enough time to drop the super friendly "oh sure" healer personality I had rolled with, for a slow chuckle and a short monolog about putting up with their BS, hoping, but failing to curb their destruction. Drawing a knife, my friend, who had been the DM up to this point, took his cue to have an innkeeper spook me by knocking on the door, forcing me to use a scroll of dimension door to dip and run (we had talked a bit about how it would all go down). I left the room with a peevish smile and next session I was waiting for the rest of the party from behind the GM screen.

[@lostonessoul5154]

OK. So this story is about probably one of my most LEGENDARY DnD characters. This particular character was my DMPC who, due to them being a dwarf and having a long lifespan, served as the party's guide and sage like figure who knew a LOT about the world, but not everything. his name was Luke Marrowind (pronounced: Marrow-wind) and by the end of the campaign he was a mountain dwarf echo knight fighter with a special war hammer called "King's blessing" however this story take's place long before then in a arc that the group calls "The shattered mind arc". It starts off directly from the "Old soul" Arc which, TLDR, We help put to rest the soul of a brave knight who's honor was tarnished by a fellow knight who just wanted all the fame and glory. After the boss fight of the arc, which was the eldritch knight who tried to steal the fallen knight's glory, I gave hint's that Luke, the normally pretty stoic and unreadable battle worn dwarf, was suddenly acting more friendly and what was more out of character very open. Alistar, Gnome paladin who took some inspiration from Critical role's Pike Trickfoot, and the party member closest to Luke, thanks to some high rolls, knew something was off with Luke. After making it to the local cleric of the town, The group found out that out of spite the eldritch knight from before had shattered Luke's mind, sending him into a spiral of insanity that would only get worse over time. "The only way to fix this..." The cleric said as he sighed. "Is to go into his mind and repair it. To do so you will need two people: A family member, and someone close to him." Alistar selected herself for one part of it, being as of the party members she knew Luke more then anyone. As for the family member there was only really one that was close by, Luke's twin brother Dalrum. Once the situation was explained to Dalrum, who by the way lived with the hill dwarves instead of the mountain dwarves due to there mother being a hill dwarf, grabbed his things and prepared to leave with the party at once, encountering some small time thieves which they all quickly stopped, then continued on there way. Once within the walls of the city the Cleric rushed the party and Dalrum to Luke, who was going more insane by the second. "You two." The cleric said pointing to Alistar and Dalrum. "You will be the anchor for the whole group. Neither of you can fall in any form of battle. If you do all of you will be kicked out of his mind." Before I continue I should let you know Dalrum is a hill dwarf bard cleric, this will come in later trust me. As the group enters Luke's mind they see a place only Dalrum remembers. Brook, the halfling wild mage wizard, tilts his head. "What is this place?" The old halfling man says as he smokes his pipe. "Our hideout." Dalrum says with a small smile. "When we were young, we'd come here to get away from...everything. School...bullies....anything and everything really....From here you could see everything.." Dalrum said as he stepped forward and pointed out places. "From the great Sutran mountains, to the kingdom of Asamoth, to even the guldran sea...." Dalrum sat down as he sighed. "This...this is where we learn what we wanted to become....but Fate had other plans for Luke." he said as the ground shook a bit. Slowly from the ground rose four doors. Each with a carved image of Luke in different stages of life: Child, Teen, Young adult, and middle age. The doors were cracked with light shining through. Pretty much all of the party chose to go through the door with the image of a child on it first. As they step through they see a young Luke and Dalrum. With Luke seeming to be working with the villages blacksmith as the older dwarf seemed to be teaching Luke how to make a twist-forge bracelet. "Very good young one...Yer almost a natural at this.." The older dwarf said with a slight chuckle. his snow white chin strap beard turned greyish from ash getting caught in it. "Thank you grandpa..." Luke said stoically but it was obvious the young dwarf was trying to hide his happiness from being praised. "Do...you think she'll like it?" he asked as his grandpa gives a small, warm smile. "I know she will...now come on...let me do the last finishing touches.." The older dwarf says as he adds just a bit of gold to the rather simple bracelet. "I never saw this...Dalrum says but then notices the bracelet is glowing. Taking it or rather a copy of it. As the memory continues the party see's more of Luke's childhood as they gather three items from these memories. The bracelet was first. Second came the first weapon Luke ever forged. A dagger. Once again the party walk along the roads of the village till they run into the next most important memory for Luke. he's older now, around ten-ish, and he wasn't in the village from before. No instead the party seemed to be under a mountain. "Take it slow....Making weapons is different then making simple trinkets..." A mature voice said as the sound of ringing metal echoed. "To make fine arms such as we dwarves you 'ave to get the timing right." he said as the dwarf with the black beard with patches of grey began to try and steady Luke. "You seem off this time...something wrong?" he asked as Young Luke let out a sigh. "It's just..I feel like I'm letting you down father. Yer try'n to teach me the best ya can but...I just can't seem to get it..." he admitted. Luke's father nodded, listening to his son. "I know how you feel my boy. When I was your age I struggled with the forge myself...From it's heat to it's tools I struggled to even make a shield-let alone a weapon. But...Then your grandfather taught me the thing that mad it all make sense.." he said as he stepped back to the forge, heating it up. "What was it he taught you?" Luke asked as he looked to his father. "Smith with the soul and forge with the heart. make the bellows blow..." Luke's father said as he began to hammer down on a piece of metal, shaping it as the metal sings. As Luke looked on he looked down at the metal he was trying to make into a weapon. "Make the bellows blow...." Luke reheated the metal, reshaping it as he matched his father's pace. The sound of two hammers rang through out the mountain. By the time he was done a hammer was made. Like before a copy was taken. The final childhood memory was of when he had to choose between where he would stay. Would he stay under the mountain? or in the hills? he was older now, twelve at the very least. "I aim to hone my craft as a smith....I choose to live under the mountain." Luke said as there was much fan fair. "Then...I believe this is yours..." Luke's father said handing him a hammer, and a smith's apron. Dalrum smiled. "he struggled making this choice...but in the end...he felt closer to the mountain and it's forge then the hills and it's trading." he said picking up the hammer. Moving on to his teen years the party are greeted by the sounds of a hammer ringing, and the cry of his father yelling "hey!! Thief!!" Luke ran after the thief, wielding a a hammer As he quickly knocked out the thief, drawing the king's attention. No words were spoken but Luke knew he was no longer to be a smith. "What is your name young man?" The king asked as he extended his hand to Luke. "Luke...Luke Marrowind...." Luke said taking the king's hand. The king in turn gave him a necklace. "Bring this to the guards..they shall let you in." The king said as the party took the necklace. The next memory takes place years later. Luke is now in training as a soldier and is proving to be the best. After getting what they needed and quickly getting through the young adult door, or trying to at least, They stop when they see Luke get betrayed. After that it's more recent memories. What took several days in game was finally over and Luke was back to himself but now...everyone knew everything about him.

[@TheEDFLegacy]

Once I had a really kind Mage character; she was being constantly talked down to by the party, one of which even physically abused her. One time that particular party member intentionally dropped her into a pit trap. I tend to get really deep into my character (method acting?), and I felt something snap in my character. I pulled my DM aside and let him know what she was going to do. When the party split up, she then proceeded (in the middle of the dungeon, mind you) to systematically kill every single player character in the group, until only two were left, including - ironically - a second player character I was also playing at the same time. It was weird to be fighting my own character in the same fight. I didn't even play it unfairly, I played it as how either character would handle the situation, and he was also a good guy character, so he felt he had to defend himself from this crazy mage lady, and they successfully subdued her. Interestingly, she did survive this, she stayed evil for a while, but she was eventually turned back to good again after a long while. It was quite the arc! I've also never attempted to kill the party since.

[@DHTheAlaskan]

I had a Wood Elf Arcane Trickster Rogue who was a Harper Agent in Waterdeep Dragon Heist. He was originally going to be super optimistic and friendly. He was my 3rd character in first 3 sessions as the dice demanded PC blood. He was tasked with keeping an eye on the party (mostly the waterdavian noble hexblade leader) and ended up bonding with the Dragonborn Valor Bard and Human Runeknight Fighter. Then the nat 1s started to come. I have NEVER rolled that many nat 1s in my life. My happy little sniper spy slowly became the party sad sack. He fully believed he was cursed and had hinted at getting his brother killed by accident in an argument with the party's Half Elf Open Hand Monk. When the campain ended, he severed all ties with the party, the Harpers and everyone he knew and made his way to Lonelywood in Icewind Dale where he thought his curse could affect as few people as possible.

[@amberkat8147]

That's sad, I'm sorry.

[@DHTheAlaskan]

@@amberkat8147 yeah, sometimes the dice just want to make you suffer. I'm half tempted to give him the lucky feat starting out if I ever make him again

[@subpolar3285]

My favorite Shift was my first character Wodug Ironshell, A tortle circle of spores druid who was the closest thing to a tank the inexperienced party had (this was the literal first time many of us had played). After a grueling few sessions the general feel for Wodug was a temperamental closed-off but protective Father figure basically "I don't want to get close to you but if you stick around me long enough I will literally fight a god to save you" I chucked this up to his good natured heart, low CHA score, and early trauma. The original party consisted of a cleric, a rogue, (who stopped showing after 2 sessions) a Paladin and me. having the best luck and most knowledge my character ended up having a lot better chance of surviving each encounter and most of the time my character would save the others with good spell usage. but one by one the original party died off instead After that Wodug was much more open about his softer side becoming more calm and patient, and he has and always will have a place in my heart.

[@Autobubbs]

My Barbarian Braith, a Happy go lucky College Athlete in a short-lived Pathfinder game, a Sequel to our previously completed campaign. A far departure from the 'Edgelord' archetype that had been stuck in my mental craw for the past month pre-game. With so many players, we had the game split up between 'Dorms', who'd have their own adventures and occasionally team-up. Unfortunately the Campaign seemed to be cursed from the get-go... as during our first joint-mission we suffered a Goblin-related cataclysm that resulted in a near TPK, with Braith and the Druid being the only two survivors... and only because Braith was cloned from an Ear and the Druid re-incarnated into his dog companion. While the next few sessions at the Dorm went ok, the other players decided to opt-out of the campaign in favor of another option... which resulted in the house exploding with them inside. At this point Braith would be moved to the other Dorm, and the Noir aspects that some of their missions entailed. Unfortunately, their latest investigations ran us all afoul of the wrong people... and not even one session in the new dorm she lost 2 more party-members due to a combination of act-of-Yakuza and player stupidity. Cue some PTSD and Survivors guilt, which lead to her having some 'counseling' from the coach. Bad decisions/rolls on my part resulted in her loosing and arm... but also resulted in her getting some Clockwork Automail in the process. Then, in what would become our last session, our attempt to reacquire the bodies of our fallen dorm mates would lead to a spectacular failure, with the other two party-members dying as a result of a weapons malfunction. Not only did they get blown up, but the Dragonborn was apparently a carrier of the positive 'obitu' virus.. resulting in the now dead classmates Skeleton messily rising up out of the shrapnel-ridden corpse. The 'Best' part... this organism would be following Braith around like a lost puppy for the next 2 weeks, which is when it will gain sentience and begin it's new life. In the End, Braith was the ONLY original party member to Survive. And taking into account everything she's survived and experienced.... there was no way she'd retain that happy go lucky attitude. It would seem that becoming an edgelord was her fate the entire time.

[@Alex-wu2sl]

Preface: DCC character, so some things are different. The first character I ever played started out as a super edgy chaotic rogue character who didn’t care about her party and actively left them in a flaming dungeon to go loot the treasure vault. Upon finding the vault, Lilith Shadow found some fun items and then picked up a glowing sword… which then proceeded to immobilize her as she was chaotic and the sword was decidedly lawful. She almost died due to psychic damage before she desperately threw out that she can change, confusing the swords Paladin spirit collective enough to stop the damage. With the oath of “May lightning destroy me if I go back on my word”, my chaotic rogue turns into a highly lawful Paladin Valkyrie in a system that didn’t have paladins… mechanically she’s still a rogue so I’ve got all the rogue bullshit, but she is also a wrecking ball with a set 18 ac against lawful creatures and a 22 ac against any other creature so long as she has her sword full of aggressively protective grandfathers. The DM was not expecting that out of the first session I’d ever played in and honestly neither was I.

[@nathanfreeman8250]

My elven mage Daemaeris Lorekeep started out as sort of a immature prankster then one session that was getting a bit goofy (Rogue and barbarian acrobat performance) I made him a little stern and seem like the responsible one. And I enjoyed it since then he went from prankster to wise polite responsible and logical

[@aliteralpotato873]

I was Dming icespire yesterday, (light spoiler warning I think) The drunken monk, a generally good person who made a few mistakes, threw Adabra into a tree to knock her out, rolled a Nat 1 and split her skull

[@Paxxie]

In my current campaign I’ve got this character named Red Herring, goes by herring, he’s a weasel swiftstride shifter who generally has never cared wether he’s a hero or a villain. He’s not a good person who has to do bad things, he’s just a guy with nothing to loose and one selfish goal, if he saves a few lives along the way good, if he has to burn down a village to the ground to reach his goals he won’t hesitate to do it. But this is beginning to change, he’s finally found a situation he cannot slink away from, he’s approaching his final hour and he’s starting to wonder what story he’s leaving behind, what legacy he has. it still doesn’t matter to him whether it’s a villainous or heroic one, but he wants to make sure it’s something worth remembering.

[@cptclonks7279]

Damnos my paladin was a chill guy who took no sides and didn't initiate anything only finished it, then one day a character betrayed the party (dm said it was cool and for us players made the plot even juicier) selling us out to the bbeg. He went from reserved but sure, to the brutal one with a hair trigger, whenever the mention of the betrayers name was mentioned he'd do anything to find him and when he did he took his sweet time to crucify the poor sod who hurt the ones he cared for staring into his eyes until the crucifixion took him.

[@amberkat8147]

Jesus. I mean, good rp, but wow, that's both a bit badass and a bit too much all at once.

[@simcap1505]

I was playing in a lvl10-20 campaign as a rogue swashbuckler. In order she became tired of the belittling of her abilities and intelligence by the leader of the organization our group worked for, was tired of the disrespect to her family by the party( mainly her grandfather who was a prolific hero), realized how little they cared when she left briefly to check on her home that had just been attacked by a great wyrm and it's entire brood and they didn't even check, she had an identity crisis(multiclassed into paladin), and finally grew to resent the complacency and bitterness that plagues the people of her world. She went from a bright and jubilant young girl, to a hateful and cantankerous ship captain who's thirst for the murder of pirates is only equal to her alcoholism

[@MexicanoLive]

Closest I got to a dramatic character change was a druid who wanted to hunt down all monsters from other dimensions and universes, those that would summon them for power, and any who would prey on the innocent. He ended up just doing what he did because it needed to be done, purely because the dm was running the worst campaign ever with one player being the main character who got to do whatever he wanted and everyone else being hit with a NO at every turn. Oh innocents died? Well that sucks but I literally could’ve done nothing about it because the god of this world just makes shit up as it goes. Oh the monster I banished back to its dimension and killed the guy that summoned it is back? Well yeah nothing I could’ve done to actually stop it, time to do it all over again. Oh my teammates are suddenly plotting to summon monsters to control them right in front of me? Well nothing I can do about it because the god of this world will let anything this guy tries to do just happen. Oh he plans to be a dictator by overthrowing a corrupt government and the just claiming the throne for himself? Well that’s common anyways, but still there’s nothing I can do to stop it. I’m gonna move somewhere else and open up a KFC because no one has fried chicken or anything for that matter in this world

[@thunderthunderstorms8828]

I had a wild magic sorcerer in a campaign who got to the world in question through a wild magic surge and into a world that had a largely reduced presence of well chaotic magic marking him as an anomaly and all the fun that comes with being a glitch within a new world Anyways events and constant being hunted down to a point where he couldn’t leave the party’s main base. And to make matters worse one of the PC’s had a vendetta aganst the sorcerer due to a spell called mist form…. All of this going on was set to turn an optimist who was exited to explore a strange new place along with finding a way home to a Bitter chaotic battery that would rather the whole place explode in a firery inferno.

[@maximumdm9612]

Had a character named Kioku Vellend. A Vedalken Conjuration wizard. He started out pretty basic as an archeologist. His big thing was he always had fun names for his summons. His familiar was a pure white and long haired Tressym named Queen Isabella. Stuff like that. But during a boss fight he ended up getting banished to a random plane, it was pre-planned cuz I had work and had to leave early, but the caveat was that in that homebrew world time moved differently throughout the planes. To some pretty drastic extents. Thus how my guy was stuck in the shadowfell for roughly a month. He went a little crazy. But during that time he met an old mage whose power had been sealed away, And after a few sessions the party ended up splitting up to do a while 2 year time skip to train. The DM is a big One Piece fan. Hey I am to so it works. But he spent those 2 years in the shadowfell with that old mage. After doing the math he spent a few thousand years there. How he survived you ask? He didn't. The mage tricked his now fragile and maddened mind into becoming a lich but his real goal was to at the moment of becoming a lich to enact his part of the ritual in order to switch our souls. Breaking him free of his curse and giving him a new body all at the same time. Kioku then spent a very long time as little more than a zombie. He was found by the servants of the Raven Queen who nursed him back to health. He then spent the remaining amount of time to build himself back up to where he was before. He pledged himself to the Raven Queen becoming a member of her court, think that weird old dude who they just put up with cuz he's smart. He ended up showing back up to the parties meet up as this old half undead dude in dark robes and wearing a harlequin mask. Shame how the game ended after 2 more sessions. But hey I'm a DM in my own group now and I have a really cool NPC who can hop between universes.

[@VengenceAngel]

I played a character in a zombie apocalypse, don't remember the system but with the random stats we had Zack my pro grid iron PC was an absolute unit. He was confident, powerful, brave even quit literally riding a gurney through a hospital fire to save people. This was after having his entire family turned into zombies. That was apart from his daughter. Anyway many sessions later and his daughter was unfortunately infected due to simple negligence on the part of some NPCs we were working with. This broke him and after flying into a rage that would make any barbarian proud he went on a rampage no longer caring about saving people just trying to hurt the world that had hurt him so badly.

[@notjohnbruno1522]

My old samurai fighter started the campaign as a poor, homeless vagrant ronin who couldn’t get employed for the life of him, until he found a job, which was the campaign’s adventure. His whole arc throughout the campaign was him realizing that he forged his own honor and he wasn’t defined by his social class or how others viewed him. Maybe a bit basic as far as character arcs go, but it’s something that I at that point in my life needed just as much as he did.

[@askreddit3021]

Vallen, once a level headed lawful good paladin, the epitome of justice, after an incident that resulted in his death, was resurrected and now has a split personality in the form of revan, a lawful evil warlock, its anyone's guess when he will suddenly shift (decided by a d6 dice roll) and its been an interesting experience for my first ever campaign

[@jamesmedina5177]

I played a half elf bard named Halus who wanted to be apart of his fathers court. Even though as a half elf he was shunned by the pure blood members he stove to do all he could to prove his worth to his father. Eventually his father tasked him to become spy and gave Halus a magic amulet that had been enchanted with scry (it was pretty much a body cam) So finally we meet the party 1. The prince of self control- a bladesinger wizard (typical fireball salves it all kinda guy) 2. Sleepy Joe- Ranger (dont remember what subclass but i know he had battle die) 3. Steve Stevenson- Warlock with infinite AC (the Dm gave him a tome that would give him advantage on Blink but if he rolled a 1 or 2 CRAZY $#!+ would happen) Also quick context we have multiple PCs in this campaign and its a high seas pirate adventure. My main PC was dealing with setting up a new temple for his god so i felt i was a good time to try out this bard. Halus did this thing to read lips, cast comprehend language, and later minor illusion (to put up subtitles for the party) So Halus has already been spying on the party and knows where they are going and doing. When they first meet its not by chance but thats not what they think as i skillfully stop a cutpurse after stealing from the party. After informing them of this rough side of town they agree to take me along and soon we were off. We push into a forest and fight trolls and other guys on some bridge over a long deep gap (this is where Halus gets a troll amulet. come into play later) With clever thunder wave and a few meme firebolt missing rounds we are victorious. After a few sessions we had a heist were thigs started to go wrong. First on the way Halus gets bit by Wereboar and our warlock hits his first nat 1 on a blink roll (oh yeah another cool thing about this item is when he gets a 1 or 2 he then has to beat his own DC or else) so he fails his save and is pulled into another realm where not his patron but some other being from the hells. He proceeds to make a new deal with this thing and try to keep it secret from his real patron (that when about as well as you might think) Now on Heist day Warlock is suffering from necrosis and the skin on his fingertips and his ears fall off and Halus has woken up with blood on his face and down his shirt. I dont want to bore yall with how we killed a wizard and stole his teleportation circle to put it on our ship. A few months pass and our crew is being hunted by a duke of the sea so our main crew (my cleric the wizard the warlock and the ranger all stayed with the ship) This whole time Halus has been using sending to send messages back to Elven navy HQ on the movements of our crew. Also whenever possible he would find some way to satiate the growing hunger of the wereboar. At this time he had become the parties front line not to mention a clutch healer and face of the party. He spoke all languages and did the helpful subtitles for the party (they never thought my subs could be lies) I had these guys on the hook, but Halus HAD been through so much with these guys. They respected him in ways his people never would this crew was more of a family than he had ever known. With a slight change of heart he went into town to meet new PCs rolled by my friends. The three of them have a side quest to meet an tavern (original in know) on the way they roll perception and see someone skulking the crowd and give chase. ROLL initiative. They go a few rounds and get surrounded at witch point my DM asked me if Halus would like to get involved (of course i said yes) as a few rounds have passed he lets me cast a spell to buff myself and i cast greater invisibility jumping into action. Charging into the fray I knock one guy and hit another, however my wizard just rolled a sorcerer and casts synaptic static on the area Halus is in. He says 'im sorry i was going to do this before you moved there' i tell him its all good i was invisible and there is no way he would your sorcerer would know im there. He hits 5 guys including me and Halus is the only one to fail. The rest of the battle im flailing and nothing and several rounds later Halus just runs away invisible not meeting those PCs. Later they finally meander to the ship and meet the rest of the crew along with Halus (now we knew the duke is after us and that we are going to use our main cast as they are the ones this guy is after. so i know im not going to play Halus for a while) So Halus gives his amulet ( the one with scry inchanted on it) to the Sorcerer. Few sessions later we are back on the ship but three crew members are missing along with blood in Halus' cabin. The remaining crew rolls investigation finding one member was tossed overboard, one cast of speak with dead later and we didnt get much further. Duke shows up says he has had a spy on our ship for some time and lets it sink in (giving close dates to when the sorcerer joined the crew). The crew turns on each other and eventually finding the amulet tucket inside the Troll amulet that was Halus' {the rest of the crew didnt know i gifted him this item) he was all but guilty on the spot. Sadly My cleric used zone of truth and proved he didnt kill Halus but there was still a spy. TBH i dont have much to add to this story as my campaign is still ongoing. However my DM has pulled back the DM screen and told me Halus is building power and we may see him one day. TLDR halfelf shunned by his clan finds a family on a pirate ship and becomes the heart of the team. New members humiliate him so he pins evidence on the one who made him feel dumb and fake his death only to become the BBEG In another side campaign all rouges and fighters (only to start but after allowed to multiclass) while most of the party multiclass right away into Lord Bimp rouge/wizard(cobalt arcane trickster/ cronomancy) and Dr Tyrennus fighter/barbarian (bugbear echo knight/TBD) sorry i just love there PCs really cool concepts Anyways as we are all like a thieves guild so we are kinda 'bad'. Sorta forgot what caused it but a celestial came to our group bidding us all to do one selfless act within a week. so we each went about it our own ways some not actually doing it hoping they could trick this THING. Well my fighter is now /paladin but he kinda didnt have the stats to do so. However in a 'rule of cool' my DM allowed me to give up my INT for CHA (my INT was only 13 with point buy and would only be 13 CHA if i swapped) Although i dont think this is going to help my PC be stronger its just real nice of him because i really wanted to lean into the story beats he presented us. Also run a Barbarian named Iyu Zless in another campaign talks like Snuffaluffagus but when he rages his alter ego sounds like Macho Man Randy Savage "OH YEAH!" speaks in the third person and calls himself Killum "KILLUM NEVER SKIPS LEG DAY!"

[@NikolaiMihailov1]

Ive got a techpriest. Right now hes fairly sane. Has all his morals. Even if he debates intensely with the sorceress and druid about the ethics of replacing meat with metal(if hes dying we can just take the dead bits off and put metal there). Will complete tasks he takes on and is willing to negoiate with people. Did feed a corrupt politician to a demon he summoned instead of trying to kill it once since his mentality was 'well i cant beat this demon..and im not making any deals with it. So the politician getting his punishment seems fair to me'. However in a mini adventure Im working on to give the DM a break. The techpriest may have made an oopsie and all thats left of his mind is the insatiable thirst for knowledge. And he may or may not be using criminals as test subjects.

[@amberkat8147]

Honestly, the his choice regarding the corrupt politician sounds like some I myself would do.

[@NikolaiMihailov1]

​@@amberkat8147 Im just glad the plague demon was reasonable for a demon. It was mad that we figured out it's plan sure,but was more mad that the politician dipped and fled town. We pointed it out in the direction he went,and it gave us it's word it'd bug off back to the depths. I thought it was a fair trade. Maybe heresy since we didn't kill the demon,but I figured 'that plague demons gonna kick my ass' kinda thing.

[@KazuyaTomoko96]

(Sorry for bad english) I play a bard. He was quite easygoing, didn't like to fight and tried to solve everything as peacefull as possible. He was a pure supporter in the group: Haste for the paladin, haste for the fighter, Bardic Inspiration and so on... Then IT happened. Bard and Paladin fought a very strong wizard. But my bard noticed something odd: The Wizard was cursed. He was forced to carry out the deeds of Tiamat. So - in the middle of this fight - he casted remove curse to free the wizard. Problem was: The wizard was a lich. Now freed, he slaughtered hundreds of thousands civilians, by destroying a floating city. It crashed into the ocean, the waves whiped out further settlemens. My bard took it hard. He was responsible for so many deaths. Since then, his joyous and carefree attitude is no longer. He now wants to kill his enemys as fast as possible, before they can kill innocent people. Peace can only achieved through death. Because mercy only results in war.

[@kayq3231]

Probably when my passive, timid, extremely forgiving, lawful good character snapped and told the character who had spent the entire campaign tormenting her but was finally wanting to start making things right that tormentor could become the nicest and best person in the world but my character would never be able to look past how tormentor had treated her. And while others may forgive her, my character cannot.

[@kitemaywilder1792]

chaotic evil character (read murder hobo) changed a ton after finding a hammer called "op hammer" which put targets hp at exactly 50% which would also heal the target if used on a target below 50% hp, and was cursed so he could never use another weapon so he got first hit on foes and used it to heal allies who were below 50% hp... our dm is a genius at handling problem players ravuh if you read this, please never stop DMing ^^

[@TheNoobRapter]

as a dm for cyberpunk this hits a bit hard. For the players I made an AI who would help the party with hacking, he was a tour guide AI that gained sentience when their was a power surge in his tour kiosk. I played him as a panic attacked clippy, someone that is trying to help you but when their is something he does not know or is causing you discomfort he will mentally breakdown. The party would flip from treating him like a good friend, to some unwanted pet that they will beat. During one mission where the party were trapped in a shopping mall, and needed to shoot their way out, they made the AI hack the auto turrets to stop shooting them. When it was taking to long they basically abandoned the AI and destroyed the turrets thru rifle fire (while the AI was in the turrets). Later in the campaign the party was investigated by a detective who was always one step ahead of them, they later learned that the detective found the AI and became the buddy cop movie from hell. The detective was the good cop who believed the party could do good if they where put on the right track, the AI was the bad cop who would constantly leak cam footage of the party doing felonies and smart gun data of people killed. The AI started to lose the wimpy attitude and became confident and a major adversary of the party. It was great.

[@williamsrdan]

My first multi-session character was an Aasimar Cleric of Peace and Good-Will. After a dungeon puzzle put together wrong banished him to the Plain of Pain, he became the most evil thing in the universe and killed most of the gods.

[@leekonze7441]

Wasn't DnD, but Shadowrun. Hollywood, my Discordian Magician Adept gunslinger martial artist. He started the campaign as a happy go lucky elf who wanted to have fun. He ran the shadows to support his fun-loving lifestyle, which included spending hours in an arcade, drinking, eating fancy meals at lavish restaurants while wearing the loudest fucking Hawaiian shirt he could find, skateboarding, etc. Over the course of the campaign, he watched a girlfriend get killed by a roach spirit, another girlfriend go crazy & try to murder the party, his best friend abandon him when he was needed the most, his teammates manipulate him into paying for everything & controlled his actions through magic,, being forced to kill a teammate who had betrayed the team, and had an employer who had a history of betraying the team swoop in and try to take control of the team. Hollywood lost the happy go luckyness and became cold and hard. He kicked the crap out of the employer who tried to sieze control of the team (wasn't allowed to kill him because it was a GMPC) & proceeded to hunt down & end all of his former teammates who had controlled or manipulated him. After that, he hunted down and ended a wealthy contact who had betrayed him & looted her strongholded. With the money he acquired from the looting, he faked his own death & relocated to Minneapolis, from Seattle, to start a bar he named Discord. He usually keeps to himself now in the apartment above the bar. If he feels the need to socialize, he uses magic to disguise his appearance and goes to have a few drinks. But, he prefers to keep to himself now and rarely goes out for fun

[@ditrixgenesis781]

The best I got is Imber Burnhand. Winged blue tiefling and arcane archer. I gave him a phobia of being restrained/losing mental control, after myself. It's less a phobia to me and more something that bothers me a lot, but having it just be a nuisance is boring. Anyway, mid tier game, the group is making their way into a cabin in the woods where we're out to kill the evildoers. Turns out they're vampires and Imber does not have a good save against vampiric charm. The group got him out alive and removed his charm, but the damage was done. Their escort, or hostage retrieval, or whoever it was turned out to be half vampire and Imber unloaded into them, 3 sharpshooter shots pointblank (he has crossbow expert so no disadvantage). Almost killed them outright and the party had to hold Imber back from doing more damage.

[@yoface2537]

Typically my artificer fighter multiclass was the first to jump to fighting except for that one time we got ambushed by dark elves, even the celestial sorcerer who was the most peaceful of the party rolled initiative, I watched as everyone was reduced to 0, meditating like qui gon Jin behind the laser gate in the phantom menace

[@angrymike590]

The Archfey Warlock sounds badass honestly.

[@pedrooginio]

Hey, first time having my story on the video! Pressed the Like button before that though, as these videos are golden.

[@hen-ryebread714]

my monk in my current curse of strahd campaign went from anti-social and brutal way of the long death monk, who relished in obliterating his enemies, to returning to his natural wood elf side and becoming a druid (neutral good to lawful neutral) but nearing the end of the campaign, and seeing that any increase in power possible was necessary, he accepted the curses at the amber temple and has moved to chaotic good, willing to do whatever it takes to win and kill strahd. he even stomped a former party member (player left and the character had taken a deal to become a vampire) without a single shred of mercy, taking his tenth level in monk as we come nearer to the final fight. he got a fire giant belt of strength from a treasure pile, and can deliver 40+ damage per round if i hit, even killing a vampire spawn in a 1v1 in just two rounds

[@whitewolf8780]

My post actually got into a video! My day has suddenly gone from eh to incredible

[@whocares2214]

Chaotic good cleric of larethian (I was human which is why the dm even let this happen) to neutral evil vampire cleric of nerull. This was 3.5

[@dr4c0r3x5]

The Half dragon went from the gentle soul that healed the sick and feeding orphans went to running a network of Kobolds thieves and a sort of secret police.

[@rick44451]

I had a wizard/sorcerer gestalt that was focused entirely on support and healing. Soon after being given a plot relevant power, he was shunted to the 9 Hells by chance, spending 10 years there in the space of 10 minutes. When he returned, he had been corrupted by the plane. Now evil and having spent 10 years mastering his new abilities in a crucible of hell fire, he basically speed ran the rest of the campaign and tpk'd the rest of the party

[@dennismokry258]

I had a happy friendly friar type cleric whose alignment was changed by an amulet. (2nd Ed AD&D) What he believed to be an archaic symbol of his god was actually a disguised and cursed symbol of the direct rival goddess. He kept the change secret as he began carving the symbol of his new goddess into his chest, torturing the donkey he formally loved by placing burrs under the pack blankets and poisoning it, and praying to her while flagellating himself with a scourge. Thankfully the party discovered the problem after only a few encounters and removed the cursed item and got his alignment corrected before he could betray the party and sacrifice them to his new goddess. The character retired to live in atonement a few sessions later knowing everything that he had done and planned.

[@catfwish]

My "chaotic neutral" artificer robot kolbold hive mech thing (functionally a warforged, that's not what this is about) is basically the caretaker to the (I think) "lawful good" paladin that cleaved a charmed goblin that was just standing there smiling and asking for tacos (don't ask) in half after I suggested that it pop off before something bad happened to it, and then proceeded to chase my character across the cave after I berated him quite intensely in character and light heartedly out of character. And compared to his brutal slaughter, I have only killed one creature (a goblin thing, don't remember what it was) by accident, as I was throwing it away from a 2 hp party member, failed, and ended up dealing one damage from *dropping him up the stairs*. What is more, I've tried to end all but two encounters peacefully (to comedic failure). Am I playing the wrong alignment?

[@VimyGlide]

the paladin certainly is...

[@fabiansuckfull9446]

Oh boy do I have one for that: First time playing CoS I made a ditzy noble who spent all his time in his reading room and thought that reading penny novels instead of books about law was a rebellion against his father. Basically thought that the world owed him respect and he easily got very impatient if things didn't go his way. And he also completely hated the idea of children being mistreated. About when we got to the fishing incidence, this character realized that children all over Borovia were being treated like shit and something inside of him just broke. He went from ditzy noble to something between Kindergarten Cop and Hans Landa and ended all cases of child abuse with impunity. Blew up a chuch because they hid a kid with vampirism in the basement, fed the evil witch into her mill stones and cut off the right hand of all of her customers, went full genocide on a tribe of werewolves who wanted to sacrifice a bunch of children to Strahd etc. All while prestidigitating cups of hot coca to make the kids feel comfortable: "Don't worry about the screams and sounds of crushing bone coming from the mill. How's your coca? Do you like it?"

[@scallop933]

I had a bard/rogue that joined the party with plans to rob them. After a visit from his God he stayed with the party, help found a nation ,and is now the head of his God’s temple

[@amberkat8147]

6:40- wow. I would hate it if a party member went full missionary stupid. When we had a party member who preached everywhere about his God it was funny, because he would never have taken it that far. He was a joke character: Bacon, the servant of the Morninglord.

[@talia1628]

For my first ever dnd campaign I made an edgy, anger ridden, elite warrior. The campaign had no one who really brought them all together so my character became an enthusiastic, over-trusting, follower who was the heart of the group.

[@ezrealbot664]

my paladin for a league of legends based campaign. noxian noble, conquest subclass, daddy issues wrapped in an insecure bundle of bastard. met the party, started forming familial bonds (and a relationship with my wife's storm sorcerer from the enemy nation of ionia). literally started shifting from lawful evil to lawful neutral slowly, until the spirit of ionia itself met him in a dream and offered him an oath to protect the land of runeterra and those he loves. and he took it, making him an oath of the ancients. did i mention he has a family heirloom whip with a demon inside? and said demon actually overtook him in the campaign because the black rose (his biggest enemy) was in his way? yeah ... sad this campaign is on eternal icebox :')

[@bennetrussell3567]

Our DM gave my halfling rogue a magic hat that let me cast spells from it and once per day I could use any cantrip even if I didn't know it. Before this he was a medic, very nice and somewhat heroic. Now he's the bbeg in the next campaign

[@Lowehart]

My Wood Elf shadow sorcerer. She was originally made for a one-shot, which made me think, "hey, I can be an evil character." and so her entire conccept was simply the word 'bitch'. She mocked other party members, slapped an NPC with their missing wife's severed hand, just did really messed up stuff for the sake of putting people on edge. That game eventually rolled into a full campaign, and I decided that I can't keep playing an evil character - I would slowly have her become a wizened mentor to the group's druid. What happened over time, without conscious control from myself or the other player, is that the two became an item, causing my shadow sorcerer to become closer to the neutral-good side of things.

[@mack4253]

Let me give a little bit of back story This was back when I was new to dnd There was a session when I was laughed at because I didn't know what to do because I didn't know what the mechanics are. So I didn't play for 2 weeks. I researched and studied not just mechanics but subclasses. maltagliati "jack" cerliogne was born I played him in adventurers league the time when you can't really change classes after a certain level that's the reason why I had to research and write down the path he take He was a level of everything aside from monk He was a a serious type of fella Calm collected like a noble Long story short he got stuck in barovia for 2-3 months cause the dm went awol So I rped him as he went batshit crazy He became a arrogant undying mofo And every game I played using him most dm target him due to well they declared him as abomination. Till this day he lives as a prince in a layer of hell

[@savonhlee6385]

Probably the tabaxi monk who started off cold hearted, emotionless and only focused on himself and his brother, who then became a kind and selfless kid who wanted to learn everything about emotions and try to understand those around him. This all happened thanks to our bard, who was a extremely good guy who just wanted to help people. Or the Druid who started off as a seemingly excited, loveable and kind man who turned out to be a psychopath. Once the party confronted him about him killing an innocent kid he started showing just how cruel and cold he could be.

[@adadakaka2835]

I was playing in a spell jammers type setting (before it was officially released) and I rolled up a simic fighter named Hastur. Hastur was supposed to be an edgy character who was pompous and thought of others as below him. However due to the party just not putting up with something like that, hastur quickly became a goofball type of character who loved eating and a good joke. Miss that guy.

[@randomfeller]

My gnome artificer was given a crystal pendant, dropped by a dark cultist, because I had a bag of holding. I was soon cursed by it afterwards and went from Neutral to Lawful Evil. I went from liking my dwarven comrades to being disgusted by them and sought to murder any Duregar I came across. My character was already “eccentric” and the party just assumed my change in attitude as part of that “eccentricity”. I was outright rude to the dwarven party members and even conjured a bonfire under a female dwarf tradeswoman because she wouldn’t give me the answer I wanted while interrogating her. Just before the curse became permanent after a week, the DM stepped in to allow a priest exercise the demon in me. The party said: “We thought you were just being weird.” So I attack y’all because you tried to take something that was “precious” to me, while hissing and coughing in my Gollum impersonation, and I’m just acting weird? I went all in on the curse, even allowing my spell list to reflect my intentions. Just waiting for a chance to finally change them to something I want, rather than what’s being RP’d.

[@Cornchips-om5rf]

Jhiaxus really reminds me of the character from transformers idw of the same name! If I'm not mistaken, the robot who modifies people is a big part of that series

[@KamiRecca]

The way you said Necromancer made it sound like Neck Romancer... And thats just a Vampire.

[@Tinythegoblin]

I had a gnoll barbarian that is best described as happy go lucky, and quite stupid, it was Because of her they fell into an abyssal portal, she's still ok. Then about halfway through the campaign they come across another gnoll who reveals that rythi killed her entire tribe, and a few villages in a canabalistic rage, then she said the best line in the entire campaign. "Would you like your families' teeth?" Cause She kept them. Duh

[@amberkat8147]

Oh my God, that's badass and insane. Great combo, tbh. I wish i could come up with lines like that.

[@Tinythegoblin]

@@amberkat8147 thank you, that made my day!

[@niajhopkins]

Playing my first character called Sariel Amakir who is a elf wizard. I couldnt decide on what shes like and found it strainge to rp since i haddnt done it before. So now she aparently had a persinality disorder where she chainges constantly

[@epicmelonman]

Had a chaotic evil assassin sacrifice himself to save the party

[@briansneary7535]

My chaotic good, halfling, barbarian fell in love with Tiamat because of a deck of many things

[@misterhyde2817]

would you rather fight a Ultra Instinct Argonian or Ultra ego Imperial whoever you choose not to fight will become your bodyguard also the winner gets a restaurant and ask your friends the same question

[@Ferrari255GTO]

I'd just go with the classic bard move and charm them both, then afterwards make them fight for me, after the wich i would finish off the last one standing in case it realized what's going on afterwards.

[@misterhyde2817]

Jekyll aren: *kicks@@Ferrari255GTOin the face* you fail in the worst way possible!

[@Ferrari255GTO]

@@misterhyde2817 you can't deny the efficiency of my plans! (rolls a 1) Well fuck

[@misterhyde2817]

Jekyll aren: besides the two women are my employees I consider them to be my kids

[@misterhyde2817]

Jekyll aren: besides my employees are not allowed to date each other or the rivals Steakhouse besides they simply are not allowed to date bards

[@keeshuunedited5678]

Only got into D&D this last year so choices are limited. Seems like the later the character, the more drastic the changes they undergo. First character Dragonborn Paladin (Now hydra multiclassed into divine soul sorcerer) Didn't change too much. He was typical good guy paladin. Was going to go around saving people and giving wisdom. However nowadays he's more of an dopey character that tries to do good, but doesn't realize that someone is planning to do terrible things and is too trusting.... The party is full of murder hobos and loot goblins. Kinda hard to defend that behavior as a paladin, and it feels weird going "hey, don't do the thing that you wanted to do". So super oblivious paladin it is! Second character Kobold wizard trying to be the opposite of 1st character: Was trying to be a selfish A-hole doing what he could to become a dragon. However, I realized overtime I'm not good at roleplaying someone like that so he slowly became more of a cranky loudmouth with a heart of gold. Third Character Kenku Rogue: Trying harder to be opposite of 1st character this time. Alongside a friend who had a character that was someone that talked like they were the best at everything but were really a coward, so it was nice to have a character to contrast his. My character was a character that grew up being forced to fight in gladitorial arenas for the amusement of one of the bad factions in the campaign, that is until he escaped. So he was a master at combat, and felt nothing when killing people, and doesn't trust anyone because he's been betrayed too many times in the arena. Not having the best speech because combination of being Kenku, but also because he was only taught how to fight. Realizing that he was becoming a typical edgelord rogue, I wanted to add some details, however these details kinda changed him a ton. Made it so since he only ever sees the battlefield, he gets very excited over the simplest of pleasures, yet tries to hide that (and hides it poorly since he's not used to hiding that sort of stuff). Always the curious type because he's been taught to always improve and questions are a fast way to gain information. Which is amusing when combined with his awkwardness since he was never able to talk to people about most topics growing up. These things made him kind of adorable, which is a large shift in tone compared to where I started him as a silent assassin.

[@aidanjones8288]

Unfortunately it never happened, but my DM and I had a plan for my character to have a personality shift. See, my character, Tristan, was a neutral good ranger who had lost everyone he cared about except for the woman he loved. He was a stereotypical goody-two shoes, because he wanted to bring peace where all he had seen was death. His lover interest was kidnapped by the cult that served as the main antagonists, and we rescued her. The plan after that was that she would have actually joined the cult, and would betray the party. (By this point the party bard had also betrayed us). As a result of this, Tristan would’ve then become a vengeful, ruthless hunter, dedicated to killing every last member in the cult. Sadly, I had to leave the group before that happened, but we had it all planned out.

[@thesongbird1679]

Had an orc storm herald barbarian who was incredibly low int and wis due to poor rules. Played it off very well as him being a little on the dumb side due to a head injury he got in an fight. About halfway through the crown party found a Crown of Intelligence and decided to give it to my barb. I had him do a full personality shift to some sweet talking badass instead of the funny yet deadly goofball he was before.

[@spartanhawk7637]

I originally intended one character of mine to be just a run of the mill gunfodder grunt of the Imperial Guard in a Warhammer game. He wound up going from a fresh faced greenhorn to friggin Rambo.