I'm not very good at this kind of thing, but here goes.
The dark figure that stalked through the night was undetectable, moving with complete silence through the forest glade. Then he saw the dim glow of the burning embers that just a short hour ago had been a roaring flame. He stepped silently towards the tent where the one he sought had entered to sleep. He crept across the clearing, and entered the tent. As silent as a spirit, he drew a stiletto blade. He drew up to the bedroll, and the blanket-covered figure laying upon it. He struck quickly, careful that it would be a fatal blow. But when he drew the blade up, he saw no blood. How was this possible? He struck again, but there was still not a drop of blood on the blade. He threw the blanket off the figure, and saw not the beautiful woman he had expected to see, but four rolled up bedrolls carefully positioned to look like a body from a distance.
"Not exactly what you were expecting, hmmm?" said a cold voice behind him. He spun around and ducked quickly, a dart passing by where his chest had been seconds ago. The sorceress and the shorter one, that one that had been sent before him, stood at the entrance of the tent. another dart was thrown, but this time he was not quick enough. The dart stuck him in the arm, but there was no reaction from him. You could not tell if he had felt the sting of the dart at all. He fell to the ground and rolled to the side, towards the edge of the tent. The halfling threw yet another dart, but he sprung up and landed next to the sorceress. She quickly drew a small knife, knowing that her spells would be useless when he was so close.
He pushed her against the wall and ducked, while an arrow flew over him. The arrow nearly hit the girl, and had it hit her his mission would be complete. Tymora was not on his side, however, and the witch uttered a sylable and the arrow stopped in mid-air, then dropped to the ground. He stood up and spun, and an arrow that would have hit him merely pierced through his sleeve. Suddenly, he felt some unknown force closing around him, and he found that well he could talk, he could not move his lower body.
A half-orc man and a woman with some pronounced elven features came into the tent, drawn by the noise. The woman, who had dusky skin and pinkish eyes, he assumed was part drow.
"What do you wish with us, dark elf?" Si Mei demanded of him. "why have you been following us for days?"
"What do you speak of? I was not following you, I am simply on the same path, and was wondering if we could perhaps eh, travel together, perhaps?" he lied, thinking quickly.
"You expect us to believe that?" exclaimed Tatl incredulously.
"Have you a reason not to believe me? I am a thief by profession, and you caught me in the act of attempting to pilfer your belongings. Do you not think that your belongings would be safer were I traveling with you? I am also an experienced warrior, as you have experience, and I would be of great value to your group, don't you think? If not, I could certainly go, but would you sleep knowing that I could be stealing your belongings while you rest your head? I think not."
Tatl thought for a moment, then answered him:
"Very well, we will allow you to join us, if only because your silver tongue may get us larger rewards."
"Wonderful. My name is Toshur of house Mi'darnos."
Meh, pretty long, but that's the best I could do. Neutral evil drow fighter/rogue with high dexterity and charisma. He's neutral, so he won't kill everyone in their sleep maybe because they're paying more than the emperor of the eastern country, or something like that.
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Thanks. So you have a half-orc druid/barbarian, a halfling archer, a human sorceress and a half-drow cleric of mask, right? A party in IWD2 should have at least two front line warriors, a rogue who can fight with ranged weapons and unlock doors and the basic rogue stuff, a cleric for healing and also limited melee combat, a spellcaster, and then either another warrior, maybe a monk for some parts of the game, a druid is nice to have at high levels for shapeshifting, or maybe a bard because there are some good bard only items in the game. Here's a biography I've had for a long time, it's for a lawful neutral monk.
As she entered the port city of Luskan, a guard from the local militia ran towards her. He stopped running close to ten feet away from her, and surveyed her carefully before coming any closer.
"You there! What's your business in Luskan? The city is under constant barrage from up north, some backwater town no-one has ever heard of, and the city's finally told them that the situation is being dealt with, just so the barbaric people up there would be quiet. So, now Luskan is sending meager mercenaries to help up there, and I was wondering if-"
"Shut your mouth, you are babbling. Get straight to the point. What is it youwish from me?" Balindara cut in, glaring at the soldier.
"Um...that is to say, ah...um, perhaps you should...um...are you a mercenary for hire? That is to say, um... you look as if you are one, um..." the soldier replied, clearly flustered.
"What exactly is the problem the northern folk are having? I warn you, if you have wasted my time with a trivial matter when more important acts of unjustness are happening elsewhere, you shall wish you had not seen me enter these gates." said Balindara, pronouncing her threat with a cold stare.
The soldier, sweating profusely now, said:
"Well, mistress, I ah... I do believe there is goblin horde laying siege to the ah, the Ten-Towns."
"Ah." said Balindara. "Then justice shall be dealt to the goblins at the end of my fist! Where can I sign onto a ship to take me to the Ten-Towns?"
"The docks are that-a-way, mistress." the guard said, and as she walked quickly away, he wiped sweat from his brow. "I shoulda joined the army. It would be easier than dealing with spitfire wenches like thatun."
Many of the ships Balindara saw were full, and as she walked down the road by the docks she wondered if she would be able to help out. Then, near the end of the docks, by a full ship called "Gutboy's Revenge", she saw a ship with five others on it, and they were about to set sail. She ran towards the ship, and got to it before it left port. She jumped on, and the ship called "The Wicked Wench" set off as soon as she was on board.
It doesn't tie her to the party really, but you could easily add her meeting the other people in the group and deciding it would be easier to defend the town in a group than alone, or something like that. By the way, Balindara would have a low charisma score but high intimidate skill, I would say.
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Forgot to mention her race! I think Aasimar would be good, an aasimar that isn't lawful good is an interesting concept, and it would make her more intimidating than a normal human.
As she entered the port city of Luskan, a guard from the local militia ran towards her. He stopped running close to ten feet away from her, and surveyed her carefully before coming any closer.
"You there! What's your business in Luskan? The city is under constant barrage from up north, some backwater town no-one has ever heard of, and the city's finally told them that the situation is being dealt with, just so the barbaric people up there would be quiet. So, now Luskan is sending meager mercenaries to help up there, and I was wondering if-"
"Shut your mouth, you are babbling. Get straight to the point. What is it youwish from me?" Balindara cut in, glaring at the soldier.
"Um...that is to say, ah...um, perhaps you should...um...are you a mercenary for hire? That is to say, um... you look as if you are one, um..." the soldier replied, clearly flustered.
"What exactly is the problem the northern folk are having? I warn you, if you have wasted my time with a trivial matter when more important acts of unjustness are happening elsewhere, you shall wish you had not seen me enter these gates." said Balindara, pronouncing her threat with a cold stare.
The soldier, sweating profusely now, said:
"Well, mistress, I ah... I do believe there is goblin horde laying siege to the ah, the Ten-Towns."
"Ah." said Balindara. "Then justice shall be dealt to the goblins at the end of my fist! Where can I sign onto a ship to take me to the Ten-Towns?"
"The docks are that-a-way, mistress." the guard said, and as she walked quickly away, he wiped sweat from his brow. "I shoulda joined the army. It would be easier than dealing with spitfire wenches like thatun."
Many of the ships Balindara saw were full, and as she walked down the road by the docks she wondered if she would be able to help out. Then, near the end of the docks, by a full ship called "Gutboy's Revenge", she saw a ship with five others on it, and they were about to set sail. She ran towards the ship, and got to it before it left port. She jumped on, and the ship called "The Wicked Wench" set off as soon as she was on board.
It doesn't tie her to the party really, but you could easily add her meeting the other people in the group and deciding it would be easier to defend the town in a group than alone, or something like that. By the way, Balindara would have a low charisma score but high intimidate skill, I would say.
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Forgot to mention her race! I think Aasimar would be good, an aasimar that isn't lawful good is an interesting concept, and it would make her more intimidating than a normal human.
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Sorry about double posting, but I don't think this and my last post would all fit on one post. Sorry if I'm posting too much, it's just that this thread has started me on a biography spree, and I'm getting alot of ideas. Here's one of my worst ones, I just need to get it out of my head so I can think of more serious bios:
The lone figure stalked through the trees, seeking a dungeon of absolute importance. This dungeon was the most important of any he would ever visit, so he had to hurry. He needed to find it soon, or he would surely succumb to the temptation, and use a leaf instead of the magical Charmin parchment that would feel so soft on his half-orc buttocks. Hold, and there it is! Cha-cha-cha, Charmin!
After he relieved himself, he came into a small town in the middle of nowhere, but it was here where an incredibly plot-specific event would occur. He entered the local alehouse, which connected to a local inn, and got very drunk on bitter black ale, and passed out. When the sky dimmed, he was awakened roughly by the innkeeper.
"Oi, get ta yer room, big fella. It do be time fer me ta get to bed, and I won't have ye sleepin on me floor."
"Fine, I'll go to my room. No need to get dwarven-accented on me." Thogrin walked up the stairs to his room.
*Ten minutes earlier*
"Hey, look Li Mei, free cheese!" Tatl exclaimed excitedly to her companion.
"Who cares? It's a cheap hunk of dairy we could have procured at the general store for two coppers." Li Mei answered.
"I know, but it's free! Anything that's free is good! Oh wait, this cheese stinks! Eww, it's all moldy and gross. It's all brown! How in the nine hells did I think this was cheese?" Tatl said, pinching her nose in disgust.
"Just shove it under the sheets on that bed, then it won't be our problem." Li Mei told her. Then they both crawled into their beds and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Thogrin climbed up the stairs, got into a room, and fell asleep before he hit the bed.
The next morning
Thogrin woke up with a huge headache. 'What happened last night?' he thought, then felt something sticky under him. He got up, and found sticky brown stuff all over the bed. He ran down the stairs, and out of the inn, shouting all the while:
"I POOPED THE BED! I'M A NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY!"
"Last time I rent a good room to a half-orc." muttered the innkeep.
The shouting had woken up Li Mei and Tatl, and when they saw the ruffled bed, they immediatly guessed what had happened. They ran outside, and found the person who had slept in the bed quite easily; he was the only half-orc running around yelling that he had pooped the bed. They quickly ran over to him, and explained what had happened.
"So you put moldy cheese in my bed! I should sue you guys for this!"
"Um, how about you don't sue us, and we let you join our group." Tatl said.
"Yes, we are to become great and epic heroes who save the entire north!" said Li Mei.
"Will you buy me cheese?" asked Thogrin.
"Yes" said Tatl "That should cost less than legal action against us." she muttered under her breath.
And so they traveled together, and when They became epic heroes, Thogrin was asked how he had done it. He simply answered
"They bought me cheese."
Probably my stupidest bio yet, and I've had some pretty stupid ones. Chaotic neutral half-orc bard with good intelligence (because he talks well for a half-orc) low wisdom (thinking moldy cheese was poo) and high charisma (otherwise he would be a useless character, which he pretty much already is).
My advice, don't use him. I've tried him, and he sucked. He's alright for an extra character, but he's altogether useless except for spells.
The lone figure stalked through the trees, seeking a dungeon of absolute importance. This dungeon was the most important of any he would ever visit, so he had to hurry. He needed to find it soon, or he would surely succumb to the temptation, and use a leaf instead of the magical Charmin parchment that would feel so soft on his half-orc buttocks. Hold, and there it is! Cha-cha-cha, Charmin!
After he relieved himself, he came into a small town in the middle of nowhere, but it was here where an incredibly plot-specific event would occur. He entered the local alehouse, which connected to a local inn, and got very drunk on bitter black ale, and passed out. When the sky dimmed, he was awakened roughly by the innkeeper.
"Oi, get ta yer room, big fella. It do be time fer me ta get to bed, and I won't have ye sleepin on me floor."
"Fine, I'll go to my room. No need to get dwarven-accented on me." Thogrin walked up the stairs to his room.
*Ten minutes earlier*
"Hey, look Li Mei, free cheese!" Tatl exclaimed excitedly to her companion.
"Who cares? It's a cheap hunk of dairy we could have procured at the general store for two coppers." Li Mei answered.
"I know, but it's free! Anything that's free is good! Oh wait, this cheese stinks! Eww, it's all moldy and gross. It's all brown! How in the nine hells did I think this was cheese?" Tatl said, pinching her nose in disgust.
"Just shove it under the sheets on that bed, then it won't be our problem." Li Mei told her. Then they both crawled into their beds and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Thogrin climbed up the stairs, got into a room, and fell asleep before he hit the bed.
The next morning
Thogrin woke up with a huge headache. 'What happened last night?' he thought, then felt something sticky under him. He got up, and found sticky brown stuff all over the bed. He ran down the stairs, and out of the inn, shouting all the while:
"I POOPED THE BED! I'M A NAUGHTY NAUGHTY BOY!"
"Last time I rent a good room to a half-orc." muttered the innkeep.
The shouting had woken up Li Mei and Tatl, and when they saw the ruffled bed, they immediatly guessed what had happened. They ran outside, and found the person who had slept in the bed quite easily; he was the only half-orc running around yelling that he had pooped the bed. They quickly ran over to him, and explained what had happened.
"So you put moldy cheese in my bed! I should sue you guys for this!"
"Um, how about you don't sue us, and we let you join our group." Tatl said.
"Yes, we are to become great and epic heroes who save the entire north!" said Li Mei.
"Will you buy me cheese?" asked Thogrin.
"Yes" said Tatl "That should cost less than legal action against us." she muttered under her breath.
And so they traveled together, and when They became epic heroes, Thogrin was asked how he had done it. He simply answered
"They bought me cheese."
Probably my stupidest bio yet, and I've had some pretty stupid ones. Chaotic neutral half-orc bard with good intelligence (because he talks well for a half-orc) low wisdom (thinking moldy cheese was poo) and high charisma (otherwise he would be a useless character, which he pretty much already is).
My advice, don't use him. I've tried him, and he sucked. He's alright for an extra character, but he's altogether useless except for spells.
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Nice. Very cool. I wish I could write like that.
Here's something that Ruscavo suggested that I decided to make a biography for. Kendrim the Paladin:
Kendrim walked down the streets of his small hometown, head held high. He had just passed his test to knighthood, and he could now actively seek and vanquish evil in any form. He was heading towards his home when he heard yells across the street. He ran towards the yelling, and found that it was a barfight. He tried to get in to stop the brawl, but there were people everywhere, and some were blocking the door. He decided quickly that their would be less loss of life if he went to the local watch. After doing so, he took a different way home. He packed a bag, and shined his sword and shiny platemail, so he would be prepared for whatever would come. He then stretched out on his bed, and as he was drifting into sleep, he heard someone settling into the house next door.
The next morning, Kendrim woke at dawn, and began walking around town, watching for anyone who needed help in any way. He was walking down Oak Street when he heard muffled shouts from an alleyway. He rushed over and saw at least twenty dead bodies around a small group.
"What has happened here!" he yelled at the group.
"These fools decided to steal our valuables in this dark alley. We decided they needed to be taught a lesson." said a beautiful young woman standing next to a diminutive female with a bow in hand.
"A lesson is well and good, but you could have refrained from killing these men! Perhaps they needed money for a sick friend, and fell upon a misguided path towards making gold!" Kendrim exclaimed.
"Yes, I am sure that was what happened." said the woman, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kendrim looked at the group of four. They did not seem to be completely evil, just misguided. Perhaps this party, this group of four, was the first test of his knighthood. Perhaps Torm had placed these people in his path for him to guide to the path of the righteous.
"You four look as if you are prepared for a journey. Where are you headed?" Kendrim asked.
"Luskan. We heard there is a call for mercenaries there." the woman answered.
"There's also gold to be made!" exclaimed the halfling happily.
"She" said an elven woman standing in the shadow of a huge half-orc, pointing at the beautiful woman "has promised us that we can leave the group if we travel with her on this 'quest'."
"I wonder if perhaps I may travel with you. My sword is guided by Torm, and can cleave through evil like butter." said Kendrim.
"If we let you travel with us, will you leave us alone afterwards?" asked the halfling.
"Very well." answered Kendrim.
"Fine then. You can travel with us. My name is Li Mei, and these are Tatl, Gorka and Moraya." said the beautiful woman. "Welcome to our group."
Here's something that Ruscavo suggested that I decided to make a biography for. Kendrim the Paladin:
Kendrim walked down the streets of his small hometown, head held high. He had just passed his test to knighthood, and he could now actively seek and vanquish evil in any form. He was heading towards his home when he heard yells across the street. He ran towards the yelling, and found that it was a barfight. He tried to get in to stop the brawl, but there were people everywhere, and some were blocking the door. He decided quickly that their would be less loss of life if he went to the local watch. After doing so, he took a different way home. He packed a bag, and shined his sword and shiny platemail, so he would be prepared for whatever would come. He then stretched out on his bed, and as he was drifting into sleep, he heard someone settling into the house next door.
The next morning, Kendrim woke at dawn, and began walking around town, watching for anyone who needed help in any way. He was walking down Oak Street when he heard muffled shouts from an alleyway. He rushed over and saw at least twenty dead bodies around a small group.
"What has happened here!" he yelled at the group.
"These fools decided to steal our valuables in this dark alley. We decided they needed to be taught a lesson." said a beautiful young woman standing next to a diminutive female with a bow in hand.
"A lesson is well and good, but you could have refrained from killing these men! Perhaps they needed money for a sick friend, and fell upon a misguided path towards making gold!" Kendrim exclaimed.
"Yes, I am sure that was what happened." said the woman, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kendrim looked at the group of four. They did not seem to be completely evil, just misguided. Perhaps this party, this group of four, was the first test of his knighthood. Perhaps Torm had placed these people in his path for him to guide to the path of the righteous.
"You four look as if you are prepared for a journey. Where are you headed?" Kendrim asked.
"Luskan. We heard there is a call for mercenaries there." the woman answered.
"There's also gold to be made!" exclaimed the halfling happily.
"She" said an elven woman standing in the shadow of a huge half-orc, pointing at the beautiful woman "has promised us that we can leave the group if we travel with her on this 'quest'."
"I wonder if perhaps I may travel with you. My sword is guided by Torm, and can cleave through evil like butter." said Kendrim.
"If we let you travel with us, will you leave us alone afterwards?" asked the halfling.
"Very well." answered Kendrim.
"Fine then. You can travel with us. My name is Li Mei, and these are Tatl, Gorka and Moraya." said the beautiful woman. "Welcome to our group."
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Excellent biographies, both of you. 
Like the Charmin and Dungeon Crawling influences .
What can I possibly add to that stuff? Hmm... maybe somekind of dwarven fighter. Either an outcast for an unspeakable crime or simply looking for adventure elsewhere.
If the latter, he gets attacked or comes across something which changes him/her, making the dwarf a much darker character. Perhaps some kind of artifact or a battlefield where evil seems to have triumphed. Something that makes evil harder to resist in the future. Either due to thwe overwhelming hopelessness caused by the power of evil or greed to get more power for himself/herself.
Hope this helps
Like the Charmin and Dungeon Crawling influences
.What can I possibly add to that stuff? Hmm... maybe somekind of dwarven fighter. Either an outcast for an unspeakable crime or simply looking for adventure elsewhere.
If the latter, he gets attacked or comes across something which changes him/her, making the dwarf a much darker character. Perhaps some kind of artifact or a battlefield where evil seems to have triumphed. Something that makes evil harder to resist in the future. Either due to thwe overwhelming hopelessness caused by the power of evil or greed to get more power for himself/herself.
Hope this helps
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Good stuff, ammama
I'll see if I can come up with a biography for the dwarf I mentioned. Then you should have a complete party.
Viradush was fed up of life at Citadel Adbar. Mining, smithing, drinking repeated on a daily basis. What he needed was adventure or at the very least a change of scenery. He'd heard of some of the human town towns out there and had even visited a couple. Now he wanted to see more though...
Saying goodbye to relatives and friends, gathering up some meager provisions he left the place he had called home for so long with high hopes for the future. Perhaps he would earn fame and grandeur or a mountain of gold and a new home of his own, but this would be a long, long way off yet.
On the long journey south and west he found traces of the recent battles between the dwarfs/humans against the orcs. Sporadic bones, armour and weapons lying unattended. The war hadn't really touched Viradush despite the recapture of Adbar from the orcish king, Obould Many-Arrows. Soon he was to come across the remains of a battlefield that would demonstrate in full the destructive power unleashed by both sides. Spell-blasted ground, hundreds if not a thousand deaths on the field of battle and most seemed to be the dwarfs and their allies. The power of evil seemed so... overwhelming. How could the orcs have dealt such a terrible blow to those trying so desperately to stem the dark tide? Surely if such a thing could happen then the orcs were deserving of such a victory and the dwarves were wrong to oppose many of their plans? Surely the orcs were just trying to get a foothold, build their own kingdom and settle in the Spine of the World.
After this, Viradush simply didn't know what to think. His faith in his cohorts diminished he trudged further on to Luskan, where he felt he could still make a difference...
End of biography.
*phew* That's done. What do you think? I haven't added links of the other characters yet. Maybe that's something for later. Hope it proves useful (and not too long) for you ammama
That should be 6 characters for you.
I'll see if I can come up with a biography for the dwarf I mentioned. Then you should have a complete party.
Viradush was fed up of life at Citadel Adbar. Mining, smithing, drinking repeated on a daily basis. What he needed was adventure or at the very least a change of scenery. He'd heard of some of the human town towns out there and had even visited a couple. Now he wanted to see more though...
Saying goodbye to relatives and friends, gathering up some meager provisions he left the place he had called home for so long with high hopes for the future. Perhaps he would earn fame and grandeur or a mountain of gold and a new home of his own, but this would be a long, long way off yet.
On the long journey south and west he found traces of the recent battles between the dwarfs/humans against the orcs. Sporadic bones, armour and weapons lying unattended. The war hadn't really touched Viradush despite the recapture of Adbar from the orcish king, Obould Many-Arrows. Soon he was to come across the remains of a battlefield that would demonstrate in full the destructive power unleashed by both sides. Spell-blasted ground, hundreds if not a thousand deaths on the field of battle and most seemed to be the dwarfs and their allies. The power of evil seemed so... overwhelming. How could the orcs have dealt such a terrible blow to those trying so desperately to stem the dark tide? Surely if such a thing could happen then the orcs were deserving of such a victory and the dwarves were wrong to oppose many of their plans? Surely the orcs were just trying to get a foothold, build their own kingdom and settle in the Spine of the World.
After this, Viradush simply didn't know what to think. His faith in his cohorts diminished he trudged further on to Luskan, where he felt he could still make a difference...
End of biography.
*phew* That's done. What do you think? I haven't added links of the other characters yet. Maybe that's something for later. Hope it proves useful (and not too long) for you ammama
That should be 6 characters for you.