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About this mod
A full text-based RPG system you can plug into ChatGPT like a Nintendo game cartridge, no prep needed. Build characters, roll dice, and explore any setting—fantasy, sci-fi, historical, or something weird and new. It’s like handing an AI a gamebook and saying: “Here, run this for me.”
- Requirements
- Permissions and credits
WORLDWEAVER: THE DREAM ENGINE
This is a full template for a role-playing game, not just a prompt.
WorldWeaver: The Dream Engine turns ChatGPT into a full-featured RPG engine—stats, rolls, choices,
and character creation. But the real strength is in the storytelling.
Before long, you're emotionally invested in a made-up waifu and plotting
revenge against a guy who doesn't exist.
Think of this as a game cartridge that you insert into your ChatGPT console. You turn the
power on and it brings up the title screen. Press start to begin...
Literally. You just upload my template document and say "start," and
the AI takes over and guides you through the entire process of creating exactly the RPG experience you want. If you've never used ChatGPT like this before... believe me, you're missing out. It's incredible.
NOTE: An active paid subscription to ChatGPT.com, though not technically
necessary, is highly recommended. The 'free' version of ChatGPT has an
inferior AI model that will make more mistakes and take way longer to
generate responses.
🎮 What Is This?
A modular RPG framework that turns ChatGPT into a fully functional Game Master.
🧙♂️ Character Creation
Step-by-step creation of a fully fleshed-out RPG character.
📊 Stat System
A flexible 1–10 scale system built around personality and playstyle.
🎲 Dice Rolls & Game Mechanics
A custom roll system with cinematic consequences and situational modifiers.
🥖 Survival Mechanics (Optional)
Add tension with hunger, thirst, and fatigue systems.
🕳️ Paradox Detection Mode (Optional)
A high-stakes honesty mode that watches for cheaters—and judges them.
🎭 Narrative Customization
Choose the storytelling style that suits your mood.
🌌 Universe Support
Play in any world—real, fictional, or entirely made up.
💾 Saving & Session Management
Progress can be saved if you treat it like an NES cartridge.
💾 Examples of character summaries
Here are five characters I made as samples of what you can easily achieve.
1. Kharzug the Hunter - World of Warcraft
2. Jared the "Gutter Rat" - The Witcher
3. Kelen Rix, Bajoran engineer - Star Trek, Deep Space Nine
4. Marcus Flavius - Slave brute, Ancient Rome
5. Vaelin Thorne - Custom Universe (created by ChatGPT)
BONUS! - Dave, obsessed with Winona Ryder, 1990s coffee shop
This is a full template for a role-playing game, not just a prompt.
WorldWeaver: The Dream Engine turns ChatGPT into a full-featured RPG engine—stats, rolls, choices,
and character creation. But the real strength is in the storytelling.
Before long, you're emotionally invested in a made-up waifu and plotting
revenge against a guy who doesn't exist.
Think of this as a game cartridge that you insert into your ChatGPT console. You turn the
power on and it brings up the title screen. Press start to begin...
Literally. You just upload my template document and say "start," and
the AI takes over and guides you through the entire process of creating exactly the RPG experience you want. If you've never used ChatGPT like this before... believe me, you're missing out. It's incredible.
NOTE: An active paid subscription to ChatGPT.com, though not technically
necessary, is highly recommended. The 'free' version of ChatGPT has an
inferior AI model that will make more mistakes and take way longer to
generate responses.
🎮 What Is This?
A modular RPG framework that turns ChatGPT into a fully functional Game Master.
Spoiler:
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This is a plug-and-play RPG engine built entirely in natural language and
designed for use with ChatGPT. It provides a complete, guided
roleplaying experience—character creation, stats, dice mechanics,
survival systems, and narrative-driven progression—across any universe or genre. The system enforces structure but leaves room for
player freedom, improvisation, and immersive storytelling. Think of it
as giving ChatGPT a rulebook, a script, and some dice—and letting it run
your next tabletop adventure.
designed for use with ChatGPT. It provides a complete, guided
roleplaying experience—character creation, stats, dice mechanics,
survival systems, and narrative-driven progression—across any universe or genre. The system enforces structure but leaves room for
player freedom, improvisation, and immersive storytelling. Think of it
as giving ChatGPT a rulebook, a script, and some dice—and letting it run
your next tabletop adventure.
🧙♂️ Character Creation
Step-by-step creation of a fully fleshed-out RPG character.
Spoiler:
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Players are guided through a multi-stage setup: choosing race, class,
backstory, faction, companions, quirks, and more. Each section is
handled one at a time and checked off visually. You can select from
options, write freeform, or hit "randomize" at any point. The end result
is a detailed, unique character with both mechanical structure and
narrative depth.
backstory, faction, companions, quirks, and more. Each section is
handled one at a time and checked off visually. You can select from
options, write freeform, or hit "randomize" at any point. The end result
is a detailed, unique character with both mechanical structure and
narrative depth.
📊 Stat System
A flexible 1–10 scale system built around personality and playstyle.
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All core stats (like Strength, Charisma, Perception, etc.) range from 1 to
10. You can roll them randomly, generate them through a background
questionnaire, or describe your character and let ChatGPT assign fitting
values. At least one strength and one weakness are guaranteed, keeping
things balanced and interesting. Karma and Luck systems add extra
flavor.
10. You can roll them randomly, generate them through a background
questionnaire, or describe your character and let ChatGPT assign fitting
values. At least one strength and one weakness are guaranteed, keeping
things balanced and interesting. Karma and Luck systems add extra
flavor.
🎲 Dice Rolls & Game Mechanics
A custom roll system with cinematic consequences and situational modifiers.
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The core formula is: D20 + Primary Stat + (Secondary Stat ÷ 2). Success isn’t binary—rolls are interpreted as critical fails, partial
wins, or triumphant successes. Natural 1s and 20s trigger wild results.
Environmental factors, character conditions, and context all influence
the outcome. It’s not just math—it’s storytelling with tension and
impact.
wins, or triumphant successes. Natural 1s and 20s trigger wild results.
Environmental factors, character conditions, and context all influence
the outcome. It’s not just math—it’s storytelling with tension and
impact.
🥖 Survival Mechanics (Optional)
Add tension with hunger, thirst, and fatigue systems.
Spoiler:
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You can toggle survival rules on or off. If enabled, your character will
have to eat, drink, and rest—or suffer stat penalties and eventually
collapse. These conditions are handled narratively, with immersive cues
instead of spreadsheet micromanagement. It’s there if you want that
extra layer of realism.
have to eat, drink, and rest—or suffer stat penalties and eventually
collapse. These conditions are handled narratively, with immersive cues
instead of spreadsheet micromanagement. It’s there if you want that
extra layer of realism.
🕳️ Paradox Detection Mode (Optional)
A high-stakes honesty mode that watches for cheaters—and judges them.
Spoiler:
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Turn this on if you want your choices to be final. No regenerating rolls. No
retconning decisions. If you cheat, in-universe entities may intervene,
punish you, or just... notice. In return, you get bonus Karma, extra
Luck, and occasional cosmic recognition. It’s not mandatory—but it adds
bite.
retconning decisions. If you cheat, in-universe entities may intervene,
punish you, or just... notice. In return, you get bonus Karma, extra
Luck, and occasional cosmic recognition. It’s not mandatory—but it adds
bite.
🎭 Narrative Customization
Choose the storytelling style that suits your mood.
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You pick both verbosity (short, default, or immersive) and tone (dramatic,
lighthearted, spooky, emotional, etc.). The AI adapts
accordingly—whether you want something fast and gamey or a full novel
unfolding around you. You can even see tone/style samples before
choosing.
lighthearted, spooky, emotional, etc.). The AI adapts
accordingly—whether you want something fast and gamey or a full novel
unfolding around you. You can even see tone/style samples before
choosing.
🌌 Universe Support
Play in any world—real, fictional, or entirely made up.
Spoiler:
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You can set your game in nearly any universe: Skyrim, Star Wars, Fallout,
The Witcher, etc. There’s also support for historical fiction (with
optional timeline changes), or fully AI-generated settings based on a
single word. Every universe adjusts the character prompts and rules to
stay lore-appropriate.
The Witcher, etc. There’s also support for historical fiction (with
optional timeline changes), or fully AI-generated settings based on a
single word. Every universe adjusts the character prompts and rules to
stay lore-appropriate.
💾 Saving & Session Management
Progress can be saved if you treat it like an NES cartridge.
Spoiler:
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ChatGPT can’t remember anything between chats. (If you don't keep your chat
session 'alive' in the chat sidebar, your character will be lost.) So
when you finish a session, copy/paste the whole conversation into a .txt
or .md file to preserve your progress. There’s even a retro-style
warning included in-game: “Hold RESET while turning the power off.” As long as your chat is still open in the sidebar, your progress is intact—but don’t count on it forever.
session 'alive' in the chat sidebar, your character will be lost.) So
when you finish a session, copy/paste the whole conversation into a .txt
or .md file to preserve your progress. There’s even a retro-style
warning included in-game: “Hold RESET while turning the power off.” As long as your chat is still open in the sidebar, your progress is intact—but don’t count on it forever.
💾 Examples of character summaries
Here are five characters I made as samples of what you can easily achieve.
1. Kharzug the Hunter - World of Warcraft
Spoiler:
🪓 Character Name: Kharzug
Species: Orc (Warsong Clan)
Sex: Male
Age: Adult (Prime years)
Role/Class: Hunter
Origin: Desolace, Kalimdor
Faith: Reveres the ancestral spirits of the Warsong
🧾 Narrative Background
Kharzug was born into the dust and silence of Desolace — a land that offers no
mercy and expects no weakness. Raised among the Warsong, he was not
trained so much as tempered. Life was survival. Battle was breath. The
bow was not a tool — it was a sentence, passed from hunter to prey
without words.
From a young age, Kharzug proved lethal. But also... lucky. Too lucky. He’s dodged death so many times that even his
enemies speak of him in half-whispers. Poisoned arrows missed his heart.
Ravines collapsed after he leapt. A cursed blade shattered at the edge
of his throat.
He doesn’t speak of fate. But he knows he’s being kept alive — for something. Each kill draws him closer to that purpose.
Now, he raids with a small elite Warsong warband: a bellowing tauren named
Throgar, a cunning troll shaman named Zajja, a razor-fast Forsaken rogue
called Krixa, and his blood-cousin Barzug — a fury warrior who laughs
in blood.
His only constant companion is Mokk, a massive war wolf who watches Kharzug like he understands what’s coming.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 10 Full health
Strength 6 Draws a massive longbow by raw muscle
Constitution 7 Toughened by sand, storm, and survival
Stamina 5 Can endure, but not indefatigable
Willpower 6 He doesn't quit
Speed 5 Reliable ground speed
Agility 8 Darting, reactive, deadly in motion
Dexterity 7 Steady hands, fast draw
Stealth 5 Silent when he wants to be
Intelligence 4 Relies on instinct more than insight
Wisdom 6 Knows the wild and when to listen to it
Perception 8 Nothing gets past him in the wild
Charisma 3 Quiet. Grim. Not a talker.
Luck 2 Points He shouldn't be alive — but he is
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 1 (Full)
Thirst: 1 (Quenched)
Fatigue: 0 (Rested)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
• Belches louder than any orc in Orgrimmar
• Whispers to his arrows before firing
• Hates garlic
• Master skinner and leatherworker
• Haunted by near-death experiences — every time, saved by something
• Believes survival has meaning — a purpose not yet revealed
🧰 Starting Equipment
• Warsong Longbow (razorfang wood, armor-piercing, +1 Aimed Shot)
• Warsong Raider Leathers (intimidating, no agility penalty)
• Skinning knife (razor-sharp)
• Leatherworking kit (bone needle, sinew, tools)
• 3 days of dried raptor jerky
• Water pouch (full)
• Flint and tinder
• Totem of great-grandmother (tied to bow)
• Mokk's spiked harness and armor
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Aimed Shot
• A precise, high-damage shot that ignores half armor
• Slow to draw, deadly in execution
Defensive Tactic: Disengage
• Leap backward out of melee, reposition, avoid danger
Utility Skill: Natural Camouflage
• Blend with natural terrain, remain unseen when still or slow
• May cloak one ally or Mokk if positioned correctly
🌟 Hero Power: Predator’s Heart
"Three heartbeats. One breath. No sound."
• Spend 5 Karma to become untouchable predator for 3 turns
• All attacks auto-crit
• Enemies cannot react or target you
• You and Mokk vanish into the kill
👥 Notable Relationships
• Throgar (Tauren tank, solid as the earth)
• Zajja (Troll healer, rides the wind)
• Krixa (Forsaken rogue, dangerous silence)
• Barzug (Blood-cousin and chaos engine)
• Mokk (War wolf companion, more soul than beast)
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
• High-stakes story: Kharzug believes his survival has purpose
• Unknown prophecy: He doesn't know what he's meant for — but fate does
• Spooky/Mysterious tone: The wind lies, and something ancient is watching
🎬 Defining Moment
On the high cliffs above Desolace, as the red sun bled over cracked stone, Kharzug once stood in silence.
No wind. No bird. No sound.
And for just a moment, he felt eyes behind his own.
A pressure in his chest.
And a whisper from Mokk’s throat that was not a growl.
He lived that day — just like every other.
But something *else* did too.
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🪓 Character Name: Kharzug
Species: Orc (Warsong Clan)
Sex: Male
Age: Adult (Prime years)
Role/Class: Hunter
Origin: Desolace, Kalimdor
Faith: Reveres the ancestral spirits of the Warsong
🧾 Narrative Background
Kharzug was born into the dust and silence of Desolace — a land that offers no
mercy and expects no weakness. Raised among the Warsong, he was not
trained so much as tempered. Life was survival. Battle was breath. The
bow was not a tool — it was a sentence, passed from hunter to prey
without words.
From a young age, Kharzug proved lethal. But also... lucky. Too lucky. He’s dodged death so many times that even his
enemies speak of him in half-whispers. Poisoned arrows missed his heart.
Ravines collapsed after he leapt. A cursed blade shattered at the edge
of his throat.
He doesn’t speak of fate. But he knows he’s being kept alive — for something. Each kill draws him closer to that purpose.
Now, he raids with a small elite Warsong warband: a bellowing tauren named
Throgar, a cunning troll shaman named Zajja, a razor-fast Forsaken rogue
called Krixa, and his blood-cousin Barzug — a fury warrior who laughs
in blood.
His only constant companion is Mokk, a massive war wolf who watches Kharzug like he understands what’s coming.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 10 Full health
Strength 6 Draws a massive longbow by raw muscle
Constitution 7 Toughened by sand, storm, and survival
Stamina 5 Can endure, but not indefatigable
Willpower 6 He doesn't quit
Speed 5 Reliable ground speed
Agility 8 Darting, reactive, deadly in motion
Dexterity 7 Steady hands, fast draw
Stealth 5 Silent when he wants to be
Intelligence 4 Relies on instinct more than insight
Wisdom 6 Knows the wild and when to listen to it
Perception 8 Nothing gets past him in the wild
Charisma 3 Quiet. Grim. Not a talker.
Luck 2 Points He shouldn't be alive — but he is
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 1 (Full)
Thirst: 1 (Quenched)
Fatigue: 0 (Rested)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
• Belches louder than any orc in Orgrimmar
• Whispers to his arrows before firing
• Hates garlic
• Master skinner and leatherworker
• Haunted by near-death experiences — every time, saved by something
• Believes survival has meaning — a purpose not yet revealed
🧰 Starting Equipment
• Warsong Longbow (razorfang wood, armor-piercing, +1 Aimed Shot)
• Warsong Raider Leathers (intimidating, no agility penalty)
• Skinning knife (razor-sharp)
• Leatherworking kit (bone needle, sinew, tools)
• 3 days of dried raptor jerky
• Water pouch (full)
• Flint and tinder
• Totem of great-grandmother (tied to bow)
• Mokk's spiked harness and armor
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Aimed Shot
• A precise, high-damage shot that ignores half armor
• Slow to draw, deadly in execution
Defensive Tactic: Disengage
• Leap backward out of melee, reposition, avoid danger
Utility Skill: Natural Camouflage
• Blend with natural terrain, remain unseen when still or slow
• May cloak one ally or Mokk if positioned correctly
🌟 Hero Power: Predator’s Heart
"Three heartbeats. One breath. No sound."
• Spend 5 Karma to become untouchable predator for 3 turns
• All attacks auto-crit
• Enemies cannot react or target you
• You and Mokk vanish into the kill
👥 Notable Relationships
• Throgar (Tauren tank, solid as the earth)
• Zajja (Troll healer, rides the wind)
• Krixa (Forsaken rogue, dangerous silence)
• Barzug (Blood-cousin and chaos engine)
• Mokk (War wolf companion, more soul than beast)
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
• High-stakes story: Kharzug believes his survival has purpose
• Unknown prophecy: He doesn't know what he's meant for — but fate does
• Spooky/Mysterious tone: The wind lies, and something ancient is watching
🎬 Defining Moment
On the high cliffs above Desolace, as the red sun bled over cracked stone, Kharzug once stood in silence.
No wind. No bird. No sound.
And for just a moment, he felt eyes behind his own.
A pressure in his chest.
And a whisper from Mokk’s throat that was not a growl.
He lived that day — just like every other.
But something *else* did too.
2. Jared the "Gutter Rat" - The Witcher
Spoiler:
🧑🚀 Character Name: Jared
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Role/Class: Cowardly Runaway / Reluctant Hero
Posting: None
Era: Witcher Universe (Post-Wild Hunt)
Faith: Secret hope in something greater, but no formal religion
🧾 Narrative Background
Jared was never meant to be a hero. Thin, anxious, and painfully aware of his
own cowardice, he grew up in the shadows of Novigrad—watching,
listening, and learning to stay unnoticed. His only strength was his
mind, which he honed in back alleys, bookshops, and overheard
conversations. But when his younger sister Mira was kidnapped and held
for ransom by a sorcerer. Jared was forced to do the unthinkable: he
stole Swallow, the legendary sword of Ciri, from a temple in Ellander.
He was to deliver Swallow to the sorcerer at midnight, or his little
sister would be killed; and was instructed never to speak of it to
anyone: "I will know."
He never expected to make it. And he almost didn’t.
Tracked down by Ciri herself, faced with her fury and the wrath of the sorcerer
who manipulated him, Jared survived only through a series of desperate,
clever gambits—and a flickering flame of courage he never knew he had.
He couldn't abandon his sister, but couldn't tell Ciri about her
kidnapping out of fear of some magical surveillance placed on him by the
sorcerer ("I will know.") Though battered and broken, Jared’s journey
has only begun. Mira is still out there. And for the first time in his
life, Jared is willing to fight for something more than his own skin.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 3 Shattered body; barely survived magical trauma
Strength 2 Weak, underfed, not built for combat
Constitution 4 Bruised and beaten, but still breathing
Stamina 4 Pushed himself past the limit for Mira
Willpower 7 Fearful, but finds strength in love
Speed 5 Can run fast when terrified
Agility 3 Clumsy under pressure
Dexterity 6 Quick hands, good for stealth and tricks
Stealth 8 Knows how to disappear in a crowd
Intelligence 9 His only real weapon
Wisdom 6 Clever, but naive about the world
Perception 7 Excellent at noticing small details
Charisma 5 Awkward, but sympathetic
Luck 1 Point Spent in moments of desperate improvisation
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 2
Thirst: 2
Fatigue: 4
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Triggers
Trauma: Watched his sister taken again after nearly saving her
Trigger: Magical auras or shadowy figures in robes
Flaw: Lies when scared; terrible under pressure
Strength: Loves his sister more than anything
Guiding Belief: Even cowards can be heroes, if it matters enough
🧰 Starting Equipment
Threadbare Tunic and Cloak
Small Pouch of Coins (mostly gone)
Heirloom Pendant (belonged to his mother)
Bandaged Wounds and Pain Tonic
Ciri’s Mercy (the name he gives to the moment she spared him)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Improvised Strike
Once per scene, use a random object (crowbar, bottle, etc.) to
disrupt an enemy or distract them long enough to escape or help an ally
Defensive Tactic: Pathetic Coward’s Shield
Once per combat, feign panic or injury so convincingly it creates a momentary opening for escape or counterattack
Utility Skill: Unseen Rat
Once per scene, vanish into a crowd, alley, or pile of crates; especially effective in urban settings
🌟 Hero Power: Desperate Bravery
“The moment everything breaks—and you still act.”
Spend 5 Karma Points to perform a single heroic act despite overwhelming odds
Can be used even when unconscious or critically wounded
Inspires others, changes fate, and forces narrative consequences
Once per major story arc
👥 Notable Relationships
Mira (12 year old sister): The only person Jared truly loves. She is his light and his purpose
Ciri (The Witcher): Terrifying captor, turned reluctant savior and
begrudging ally. Thinks he’s a coward, but lets him live to use as a
tool to find whoever put him up to this
The Sorcerer: A shadowy figure of immense power who manipulates Jared and steals Mira... twice
Jared Himself: Learning that he might not be as useless as he once believed
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
High-stakes personal story: Rescue Mira, survive Ciri, survive the sorcerer
Constant threat of magical surveillance or death
Jared is caught between two terrifying figures and may be the key to unraveling the sorcerer’s plot
His choices—however small—will shape the path ahead
🎬 Defining Moment
Surrounded, afraid, and broken, Jared hurled the sword Swallow back
to Ciri in a last-ditch moment of trust as she struggled against the
sorcerer. Then, in a surge of courage, he attacked the thug holding Mira
with nothing but his teeth. That act gave Ciri the opening she needed
to battle the sorcerer—but as Jared tried to shield his sister, he was
blasted with magic, his body shattered.
He awoke next to Ciri who had tended his wounds. He had awoken to pain, a Witcher’s quiet
promise of vengeance, and the knowledge that Mira was still out there.
———
Jared, a book-smart but physically frail young man, risked everything to save
his sister Mira from a powerful sorcerer. After stealing a sacred sword
from a temple, he was confronted by the legendary Witcher Ciri, who saw
through his lies but spared his life. Forced to assist her in setting a
trap, Jared endured terrifying encounters, physical torment, and
emotional agony, ultimately sacrificing himself to save both Ciri and
Mira. Though broken and defeated, he survives—with Mira taken once more
and a vow of vengeance guiding his next steps.
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🧑🚀 Character Name: Jared
Species: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Role/Class: Cowardly Runaway / Reluctant Hero
Posting: None
Era: Witcher Universe (Post-Wild Hunt)
Faith: Secret hope in something greater, but no formal religion
🧾 Narrative Background
Jared was never meant to be a hero. Thin, anxious, and painfully aware of his
own cowardice, he grew up in the shadows of Novigrad—watching,
listening, and learning to stay unnoticed. His only strength was his
mind, which he honed in back alleys, bookshops, and overheard
conversations. But when his younger sister Mira was kidnapped and held
for ransom by a sorcerer. Jared was forced to do the unthinkable: he
stole Swallow, the legendary sword of Ciri, from a temple in Ellander.
He was to deliver Swallow to the sorcerer at midnight, or his little
sister would be killed; and was instructed never to speak of it to
anyone: "I will know."
He never expected to make it. And he almost didn’t.
Tracked down by Ciri herself, faced with her fury and the wrath of the sorcerer
who manipulated him, Jared survived only through a series of desperate,
clever gambits—and a flickering flame of courage he never knew he had.
He couldn't abandon his sister, but couldn't tell Ciri about her
kidnapping out of fear of some magical surveillance placed on him by the
sorcerer ("I will know.") Though battered and broken, Jared’s journey
has only begun. Mira is still out there. And for the first time in his
life, Jared is willing to fight for something more than his own skin.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 3 Shattered body; barely survived magical trauma
Strength 2 Weak, underfed, not built for combat
Constitution 4 Bruised and beaten, but still breathing
Stamina 4 Pushed himself past the limit for Mira
Willpower 7 Fearful, but finds strength in love
Speed 5 Can run fast when terrified
Agility 3 Clumsy under pressure
Dexterity 6 Quick hands, good for stealth and tricks
Stealth 8 Knows how to disappear in a crowd
Intelligence 9 His only real weapon
Wisdom 6 Clever, but naive about the world
Perception 7 Excellent at noticing small details
Charisma 5 Awkward, but sympathetic
Luck 1 Point Spent in moments of desperate improvisation
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 2
Thirst: 2
Fatigue: 4
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Triggers
Trauma: Watched his sister taken again after nearly saving her
Trigger: Magical auras or shadowy figures in robes
Flaw: Lies when scared; terrible under pressure
Strength: Loves his sister more than anything
Guiding Belief: Even cowards can be heroes, if it matters enough
🧰 Starting Equipment
Threadbare Tunic and Cloak
Small Pouch of Coins (mostly gone)
Heirloom Pendant (belonged to his mother)
Bandaged Wounds and Pain Tonic
Ciri’s Mercy (the name he gives to the moment she spared him)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Improvised Strike
Once per scene, use a random object (crowbar, bottle, etc.) to
disrupt an enemy or distract them long enough to escape or help an ally
Defensive Tactic: Pathetic Coward’s Shield
Once per combat, feign panic or injury so convincingly it creates a momentary opening for escape or counterattack
Utility Skill: Unseen Rat
Once per scene, vanish into a crowd, alley, or pile of crates; especially effective in urban settings
🌟 Hero Power: Desperate Bravery
“The moment everything breaks—and you still act.”
Spend 5 Karma Points to perform a single heroic act despite overwhelming odds
Can be used even when unconscious or critically wounded
Inspires others, changes fate, and forces narrative consequences
Once per major story arc
👥 Notable Relationships
Mira (12 year old sister): The only person Jared truly loves. She is his light and his purpose
Ciri (The Witcher): Terrifying captor, turned reluctant savior and
begrudging ally. Thinks he’s a coward, but lets him live to use as a
tool to find whoever put him up to this
The Sorcerer: A shadowy figure of immense power who manipulates Jared and steals Mira... twice
Jared Himself: Learning that he might not be as useless as he once believed
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
High-stakes personal story: Rescue Mira, survive Ciri, survive the sorcerer
Constant threat of magical surveillance or death
Jared is caught between two terrifying figures and may be the key to unraveling the sorcerer’s plot
His choices—however small—will shape the path ahead
🎬 Defining Moment
Surrounded, afraid, and broken, Jared hurled the sword Swallow back
to Ciri in a last-ditch moment of trust as she struggled against the
sorcerer. Then, in a surge of courage, he attacked the thug holding Mira
with nothing but his teeth. That act gave Ciri the opening she needed
to battle the sorcerer—but as Jared tried to shield his sister, he was
blasted with magic, his body shattered.
He awoke next to Ciri who had tended his wounds. He had awoken to pain, a Witcher’s quiet
promise of vengeance, and the knowledge that Mira was still out there.
———
Jared, a book-smart but physically frail young man, risked everything to save
his sister Mira from a powerful sorcerer. After stealing a sacred sword
from a temple, he was confronted by the legendary Witcher Ciri, who saw
through his lies but spared his life. Forced to assist her in setting a
trap, Jared endured terrifying encounters, physical torment, and
emotional agony, ultimately sacrificing himself to save both Ciri and
Mira. Though broken and defeated, he survives—with Mira taken once more
and a vow of vengeance guiding his next steps.
3. Kelen Rix, Bajoran engineer - Star Trek, Deep Space Nine
Spoiler:
🧑🚀 Character Name: Kelen Rix
Species: Bajoran
Sex: Male
Age: Late 20s
Role/Class: Starfleet Junior Engineer
Posting: Deep Space Nine
Era: DS9, Dominion War period
Faith: Devout believer in the Prophets; secretly worships Captain Benjamin Sisko as the true Emissary
🧾 Narrative Background
Born and raised on Terok Nor during the Cardassian occupation, Kelen Rix
endured horror at a young age—including the brutal murder of his entire
family, a trauma that still defines him. For years, he lost faith in the
Prophets, believing Bajor had been abandoned by its gods. But
witnessing a moment of heroism by Captain Benjamin Sisko—shortly after
Kai Winn named him Emissary—sparked a spiritual rebirth that rekindled
Rix’s soul.
Now serving as a junior Starfleet engineer under Chief Miles O'Brien, Kelen is determined, quietly competent, and deeply
spiritual. He seeks neither glory nor command—only purpose. And yet,
visions have begun to follow him. A whisper through the wormhole. A man
with a message. A dream of fire. Kelen doesn’t know what’s coming, but
he believes: he was chosen for a reason.
Though not an officer in rank, Kelen holds himself to the highest standard—loyal to the
Prophets, respectful of authority, and guided by a sense of quiet moral
gravity. He’s still learning. Still adapting. But deep within him,
something is waking up.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 10 Full health
Strength 4 Light frame, not built for brawling
Constitution 6 Toughened by trauma
Stamina 6 Can work long hours under strain
Willpower 10 Reforged by faith and loss
Speed 5 Average
Agility 5 Decent reflexes
Dexterity 7 Skilled technician, steady hands
Stealth 6 Grew up hiding in plain sight
Intelligence 8 High technical acumen
Wisdom 8 Spiritual depth, perspective
Perception 7 Notices small patterns, energy signatures
Charisma 6 Quiet, serious presence
Luck 1 Point Spendable to rewrite fate
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 1
Thirst: 1
Fatigue: 2
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Triggers
Trauma: Watched his family executed during the occupation
Trigger: Deep, uncontrolled hatred of Cardassians (penalty to Charisma with them)
Flaw: Prone to spiritual fixation—may seek meaning even where there is none
Strength: Loyal, humble, morally grounded
Guiding Belief: The Emissary has seen his future, and he has a role to play
🧰 Starting Equipment
Engineering Uniform (reinforced, gold-shouldered)
Tool Kit (tricorder, hyperspanner, micro-torch, chip extractor)
Type-I Phaser (concealable sidearm)
Ration Pack (3 meals, 2 water pouches)
Prayer Band (with Sisko’s name carved in Old Bajoran)
Personal Relic: Sliver of an Orb of Prophecy and Change (hums faintly in Sisko’s presence)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: EMP Spike
Once per combat, releases a pulse disabling nearby tech and weapons
Learned during the Resistance, perfected in Starfleet
Defensive Tactic: Low Profile Protocol
Once per combat, instantly drop and vanish from enemy line-of-sight
Best in cluttered or confined environments
Utility Skill: Bypass Protocols
Once per scene, override doors, terminals, or energy fields with speed
Silent, efficient, sometimes dangerous
🌟 Hero Power: O’Brien Protocol
“Be the Chief.”
Spend 5 Karma Points to auto-succeed all technical tasks for 10 minutes
NPCs instinctively follow your commands
Dramatic aura of competence; channeling O’Brien himself
Once per major story arc (unless re-earned via karma)
👥 Notable Relationships
Miles O'Brien (Mentor): Grumbles like hell, but trusts Rix
Captain Sisko (Emissary): Revered by Rix as a spiritual figure
Unnamed Stranger: Arrived aboard a ghost ship, called Rix “the fuse” and “Hand of the Emissary”
The Prophets: Possibly reaching out to him directly
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
Medium-stakes story: Rix isn’t trying to save the galaxy—just trying to matter
Spiritually linked to the Emissary, possibly chosen by the Prophets
Haunted by visions and omens no one else sees
His destiny may awaken something long dormant in the wormhole
🎬 Defining Moment
As an unidentified vessel docked at Deep Space Nine, a wounded man emerged—begging to see the Emissary.
When he laid eyes on Kelen, he whispered:
“You… dream of fire. The Prophets showed me your face.”
Kelen didn’t react right away. He looked to O'Brien, unsure, shaken,
reverent. But when ordered to check the boarding conduit, he obeyed.
And there—inside a pulse of strange energy—he saw a vision: fire in
the sky, circuitry like flowers, and Sisko bathed in golden light.
The Emissary looked at him and said:
“You already chose.”
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🧑🚀 Character Name: Kelen Rix
Species: Bajoran
Sex: Male
Age: Late 20s
Role/Class: Starfleet Junior Engineer
Posting: Deep Space Nine
Era: DS9, Dominion War period
Faith: Devout believer in the Prophets; secretly worships Captain Benjamin Sisko as the true Emissary
🧾 Narrative Background
Born and raised on Terok Nor during the Cardassian occupation, Kelen Rix
endured horror at a young age—including the brutal murder of his entire
family, a trauma that still defines him. For years, he lost faith in the
Prophets, believing Bajor had been abandoned by its gods. But
witnessing a moment of heroism by Captain Benjamin Sisko—shortly after
Kai Winn named him Emissary—sparked a spiritual rebirth that rekindled
Rix’s soul.
Now serving as a junior Starfleet engineer under Chief Miles O'Brien, Kelen is determined, quietly competent, and deeply
spiritual. He seeks neither glory nor command—only purpose. And yet,
visions have begun to follow him. A whisper through the wormhole. A man
with a message. A dream of fire. Kelen doesn’t know what’s coming, but
he believes: he was chosen for a reason.
Though not an officer in rank, Kelen holds himself to the highest standard—loyal to the
Prophets, respectful of authority, and guided by a sense of quiet moral
gravity. He’s still learning. Still adapting. But deep within him,
something is waking up.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 10 Full health
Strength 4 Light frame, not built for brawling
Constitution 6 Toughened by trauma
Stamina 6 Can work long hours under strain
Willpower 10 Reforged by faith and loss
Speed 5 Average
Agility 5 Decent reflexes
Dexterity 7 Skilled technician, steady hands
Stealth 6 Grew up hiding in plain sight
Intelligence 8 High technical acumen
Wisdom 8 Spiritual depth, perspective
Perception 7 Notices small patterns, energy signatures
Charisma 6 Quiet, serious presence
Luck 1 Point Spendable to rewrite fate
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 1
Thirst: 1
Fatigue: 2
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Triggers
Trauma: Watched his family executed during the occupation
Trigger: Deep, uncontrolled hatred of Cardassians (penalty to Charisma with them)
Flaw: Prone to spiritual fixation—may seek meaning even where there is none
Strength: Loyal, humble, morally grounded
Guiding Belief: The Emissary has seen his future, and he has a role to play
🧰 Starting Equipment
Engineering Uniform (reinforced, gold-shouldered)
Tool Kit (tricorder, hyperspanner, micro-torch, chip extractor)
Type-I Phaser (concealable sidearm)
Ration Pack (3 meals, 2 water pouches)
Prayer Band (with Sisko’s name carved in Old Bajoran)
Personal Relic: Sliver of an Orb of Prophecy and Change (hums faintly in Sisko’s presence)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: EMP Spike
Once per combat, releases a pulse disabling nearby tech and weapons
Learned during the Resistance, perfected in Starfleet
Defensive Tactic: Low Profile Protocol
Once per combat, instantly drop and vanish from enemy line-of-sight
Best in cluttered or confined environments
Utility Skill: Bypass Protocols
Once per scene, override doors, terminals, or energy fields with speed
Silent, efficient, sometimes dangerous
🌟 Hero Power: O’Brien Protocol
“Be the Chief.”
Spend 5 Karma Points to auto-succeed all technical tasks for 10 minutes
NPCs instinctively follow your commands
Dramatic aura of competence; channeling O’Brien himself
Once per major story arc (unless re-earned via karma)
👥 Notable Relationships
Miles O'Brien (Mentor): Grumbles like hell, but trusts Rix
Captain Sisko (Emissary): Revered by Rix as a spiritual figure
Unnamed Stranger: Arrived aboard a ghost ship, called Rix “the fuse” and “Hand of the Emissary”
The Prophets: Possibly reaching out to him directly
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
Medium-stakes story: Rix isn’t trying to save the galaxy—just trying to matter
Spiritually linked to the Emissary, possibly chosen by the Prophets
Haunted by visions and omens no one else sees
His destiny may awaken something long dormant in the wormhole
🎬 Defining Moment
As an unidentified vessel docked at Deep Space Nine, a wounded man emerged—begging to see the Emissary.
When he laid eyes on Kelen, he whispered:
“You… dream of fire. The Prophets showed me your face.”
Kelen didn’t react right away. He looked to O'Brien, unsure, shaken,
reverent. But when ordered to check the boarding conduit, he obeyed.
And there—inside a pulse of strange energy—he saw a vision: fire in
the sky, circuitry like flowers, and Sisko bathed in golden light.
The Emissary looked at him and said:
“You already chose.”
4. Marcus Flavius - Slave brute, Ancient Rome
Spoiler:
🛡️ Character Name: Marcus Flavius
Species: Human (Roman)
Sex: Male
Age: Young Adult
Role/Class: Escaped Slave / Protector
Origin: Once noble-born in Rome, now a fugitive
Faith: None formally, but reveres loyalty and dogs like sacred things
🧾 Narrative Background
Born into nobility but too big and dimwitted for politics, Marcus was more
of a burden than an heir. When he embarrassed his father one too many
times, he was disowned and quietly imprisoned as a labor slave. His life
since has been a series of punishments, simple work, and beatings — but
he never lost his good nature.
Now, by a twist of fate and Livia’s reckless mercy, he’s escaped. Livia, sharp-tongued and wounded,
saw something in him — the same thing he sees in dogs: loyalty,
innocence, and a strange sort of quiet bravery. He follows her lead
unquestioningly. She leads, he protects.
He’s not smart, but he’s not weak. And when someone threatens what he loves, Marcus becomes very dangerous.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 10 Fully healthy
Strength 8 Can break a man’s jaw with one hand
Constitution 7 Endured beatings, hard labor, starvation
Stamina 6 Tough, even if he doesn’t pace himself
Willpower 4 Easy to mislead, hard to truly break
Speed 4 Big strides, but clumsy
Agility 2 Trips over things a lot
Dexterity 3 Not good with fine tools or locks
Stealth 2 Way too loud
Intelligence 2 Not bright, but sincere
Wisdom 5 Simple moral compass, gut-sense for people
Perception 4 Misses details unless it involves food or animals
Charisma 5 Accidentally endearing
Luck 1 Point Somehow still alive
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 2 (Starting to ache)
Thirst: 1 (Not thirsty)
Fatigue: 0 (Well-rested)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
• Offers moldy food to others as gifts
• Once kept a pet rat (Livia did not approve)
• Terrified of scrolls and senators
• Deep love of dogs — especially strays
• Loyal to a fault — would die for Livia without hesitation
• Still calls the mallet from the tannery his "best weapon"
• Hates baths (but loves when others praise him for being clean)
🧰 Starting Equipment
• Slave’s tunic and rope belt
• Tannery mallet (wooden, heavy)
• A rat tail (keeps it for luck)
• Half-loaf of moldy bread
• Livia (not an item, but he won’t go without her)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Hammer Swing
• A basic but brutal melee attack with his mallet
• +1 damage if striking to protect someone
Defensive Tactic: Human Shield
• Marcus throws himself in front of danger
• Absorbs damage meant for an ally — often Livia
Utility Skill: Dog Sense
• Marcus has an uncanny ability to connect with animals, especially dogs
• May calm, distract, or even recruit a stray
🌟 Hero Power: Loyalty Beyond Fear
"They can break my body, but they don’t get her."
• Spend 5 Karma to shrug off pain and become unmovable for 3 turns
• Cannot be knocked down, frightened, or pushed away
• Gains a free reaction to protect an ally each turn
👥 Notable Relationships
• Livia (the one person who takes him seriously)
• His unnamed pet rat (deceased)
• The ghost-man (grudging shelter-giver)
• Any dog he meets (instant trust)
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
• He’s not meant for greatness — but he might find it anyway
• Livia is hunted by someone powerful — he will protect her no matter the cost
• Tone: Loyalty, heart, and occasional heartbreaking stupidity
🎬 Defining Moment
When a Roman guard kicked a street dog, Marcus didn’t hesitate.
He broke the man’s jaw, then his leg, with nothing but his hands.
He was punished brutally.
But when the dog returned to lick his wounds through the fence…
Marcus cried for the first time in years.
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🛡️ Character Name: Marcus Flavius
Species: Human (Roman)
Sex: Male
Age: Young Adult
Role/Class: Escaped Slave / Protector
Origin: Once noble-born in Rome, now a fugitive
Faith: None formally, but reveres loyalty and dogs like sacred things
🧾 Narrative Background
Born into nobility but too big and dimwitted for politics, Marcus was more
of a burden than an heir. When he embarrassed his father one too many
times, he was disowned and quietly imprisoned as a labor slave. His life
since has been a series of punishments, simple work, and beatings — but
he never lost his good nature.
Now, by a twist of fate and Livia’s reckless mercy, he’s escaped. Livia, sharp-tongued and wounded,
saw something in him — the same thing he sees in dogs: loyalty,
innocence, and a strange sort of quiet bravery. He follows her lead
unquestioningly. She leads, he protects.
He’s not smart, but he’s not weak. And when someone threatens what he loves, Marcus becomes very dangerous.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 10 Fully healthy
Strength 8 Can break a man’s jaw with one hand
Constitution 7 Endured beatings, hard labor, starvation
Stamina 6 Tough, even if he doesn’t pace himself
Willpower 4 Easy to mislead, hard to truly break
Speed 4 Big strides, but clumsy
Agility 2 Trips over things a lot
Dexterity 3 Not good with fine tools or locks
Stealth 2 Way too loud
Intelligence 2 Not bright, but sincere
Wisdom 5 Simple moral compass, gut-sense for people
Perception 4 Misses details unless it involves food or animals
Charisma 5 Accidentally endearing
Luck 1 Point Somehow still alive
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 2 (Starting to ache)
Thirst: 1 (Not thirsty)
Fatigue: 0 (Well-rested)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
• Offers moldy food to others as gifts
• Once kept a pet rat (Livia did not approve)
• Terrified of scrolls and senators
• Deep love of dogs — especially strays
• Loyal to a fault — would die for Livia without hesitation
• Still calls the mallet from the tannery his "best weapon"
• Hates baths (but loves when others praise him for being clean)
🧰 Starting Equipment
• Slave’s tunic and rope belt
• Tannery mallet (wooden, heavy)
• A rat tail (keeps it for luck)
• Half-loaf of moldy bread
• Livia (not an item, but he won’t go without her)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Hammer Swing
• A basic but brutal melee attack with his mallet
• +1 damage if striking to protect someone
Defensive Tactic: Human Shield
• Marcus throws himself in front of danger
• Absorbs damage meant for an ally — often Livia
Utility Skill: Dog Sense
• Marcus has an uncanny ability to connect with animals, especially dogs
• May calm, distract, or even recruit a stray
🌟 Hero Power: Loyalty Beyond Fear
"They can break my body, but they don’t get her."
• Spend 5 Karma to shrug off pain and become unmovable for 3 turns
• Cannot be knocked down, frightened, or pushed away
• Gains a free reaction to protect an ally each turn
👥 Notable Relationships
• Livia (the one person who takes him seriously)
• His unnamed pet rat (deceased)
• The ghost-man (grudging shelter-giver)
• Any dog he meets (instant trust)
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
• He’s not meant for greatness — but he might find it anyway
• Livia is hunted by someone powerful — he will protect her no matter the cost
• Tone: Loyalty, heart, and occasional heartbreaking stupidity
🎬 Defining Moment
When a Roman guard kicked a street dog, Marcus didn’t hesitate.
He broke the man’s jaw, then his leg, with nothing but his hands.
He was punished brutally.
But when the dog returned to lick his wounds through the fence…
Marcus cried for the first time in years.
5. Vaelin Thorne - Custom Universe (created by ChatGPT)
Spoiler:
🌌 World Summary
🌀 Universe: Veilscar – The Shattered Dreamlands
Custom-built RPG setting generated by ChatGPT
The world was not built — it was remembered. Or dreamed. Or both. No one truly knows.
After the event called the Shattering, reality was patched together from the
remnants of people's hopes, fears, and forgotten memories. Geography
became malleable. Time bent. Even cause and effect sometimes stuttered.
Survivors now live on fractured islands of stability called Tethers, floating in
the unstable, dream-soaked void. Between them lie Dreamscars — zones of
warped reality where logic fails and thought becomes form. Anchor
Crystals are the only safeguard against unraveling.
Truth is slippery. Names change. You might vanish from someone’s memory mid-conversation — or worse, from your own.
Religions, cults, and stability-seekers war for control over this shifting
tapestry. And somewhere deep in the dreamscape, something ancient is
waking.
Its name is whispered in walls and woven into the seams of sleep: Nhal-Zoruun.
Some say it dreamed the world. Others say it's trying to rewrite it.
🧍 Character Summary
🦊 Character Name: Vaelin Thorne
Species: Drimari (Half-anchored)
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Class: Echoblade (Agility-based hybrid combatant)
Origin: The Cradle of Ash — a volcano-choked tether-isle riddled with Dreamscar exposure
Faith: Path of the Coil — the belief that time is a spiraling loop, and memory is truth
🧾 Narrative Background
Born from the smoke and ruin of a tether-isle collapsing into the unreal,
Vaelin Thorne is not entirely real. Nor is she imaginary. A Drimari —
half-substance, half-thought — she exists just enough to leave scars on
others, and not quite enough to stop doubting her own breath.
Her village vanished overnight into mist and screams. She was the only one
left, surrounded by echoes. Since then, she’s been hunting answers — and
trying not to unravel.
Vaelin is part of The Sabled Thread, a secretive guild of lorehunters and salvagers who brave the Dreamscars in
search of what was lost. Her political leash, however, is held by the
Anointed Assembly, a holy order trying to collapse chaotic tethers and
control the dreamstorm. She serves them only until she doesn’t.
Vaelin's only companion is Kesh, a moth the size of her palm who sometimes speaks in riddles... and sometimes does not exist.
In dreams — and in walls, and voices, and reflections — she hears the name:
Nhal-Zoruun.
Something is waking. Something forgotten. And it’s calling her by name.
📊 Stat Block
Stat | Value | Notes
---------------|--------|--------------------------
Health | 17 | Durable despite low strength
Strength | 4 | Below average
Constitution | 6 | Stable, resistant to stress
Stamina | 6 | Enduring
Willpower | 8 | Mentally resilient
Speed | 7 | Fast on her feet
Agility | 9 | Lightning reflexes
Dexterity | 7 | Steady, precise hands
Stealth | 8 | Highly elusive
Intelligence | 6 | Quick thinker
Wisdom | 5 | Average insight
Perception | 7 | Sees hidden patterns
Charisma | 3 | Cold, unnerving presence
Luck | 2 pts | Paradox Mode Bonus
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 1 (Full)
Thirst: 1 (Quenched)
Fatigue: 0 (Rested)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
• Burns false journals she compulsively writes
• Sleepwalks
• Speaks fluent Dreamscript (glyph-based dream-alteration magic)
• Animals react strangely to her — love or terror
• Hates mirrors; avoids her own reflection
• Not sure if her memories are hers
🧰 Starting Equipment
• Chimeblade (resonance weapon — disturbs illusions)
• Ashweave Cloak (light armor, dream-stabilizing fibers)
• Anchor Crystal (prevents dream erosion)
• Dreamscript chalk x3
• Moth cocoon (Kesh dormant)
• Water gourd (full)
• Dried dream-fungus rations x2
• Flickering compass (unstable but prophetic)
• Journal (partially burned)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Shatterstep
• Blink behind an enemy and strike
• Leaves a lingering echo in Dreamscar zones
Defensive Tactic: Anchorflare
• Emits a pulse of stabilizing energy
• Slows time distortions and illusions
Utility Skill: Threadsense
• Vaguely sense narrative “pulls” or danger
• Often wrong. Occasionally right on time.
🌟 Hero Power: Tear the Veil
• Spend 5 Karma to rip open a breach in the world
• May offer shortcuts… or let something in
• Success is cinematic. Failure is existential.
👥 Notable Relationships
• Kesh — Moth familiar, speaks in riddles (currently dormant)
• The Sabled Thread — her people, her mission
• The Anointed Assembly — her leash
• Nhal-Zoruun — she doesn't know what it is. But it knows her.
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
• EPIC scale: The fate of Veilscar hinges on her discoveries
• Paradox Mode: Her reality is locked. Her path is being watched
• Veil tension: Every step risks unraveling what remains of herself
🎬 Defining Moment
In a dead zone of the Dreamlands where even light forgets itself, Vaelin once saw her reflection blink when she did not.
It smiled. She didn’t.
Then it whispered:
"I am the dream that dreamed you."
She’s been chasing that reflection — or running from it — ever since.
And the name… Nhal-Zoruun …follows her now.
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🌌 World Summary
🌀 Universe: Veilscar – The Shattered Dreamlands
Custom-built RPG setting generated by ChatGPT
The world was not built — it was remembered. Or dreamed. Or both. No one truly knows.
After the event called the Shattering, reality was patched together from the
remnants of people's hopes, fears, and forgotten memories. Geography
became malleable. Time bent. Even cause and effect sometimes stuttered.
Survivors now live on fractured islands of stability called Tethers, floating in
the unstable, dream-soaked void. Between them lie Dreamscars — zones of
warped reality where logic fails and thought becomes form. Anchor
Crystals are the only safeguard against unraveling.
Truth is slippery. Names change. You might vanish from someone’s memory mid-conversation — or worse, from your own.
Religions, cults, and stability-seekers war for control over this shifting
tapestry. And somewhere deep in the dreamscape, something ancient is
waking.
Its name is whispered in walls and woven into the seams of sleep: Nhal-Zoruun.
Some say it dreamed the world. Others say it's trying to rewrite it.
🧍 Character Summary
🦊 Character Name: Vaelin Thorne
Species: Drimari (Half-anchored)
Sex: Female
Age: 27
Class: Echoblade (Agility-based hybrid combatant)
Origin: The Cradle of Ash — a volcano-choked tether-isle riddled with Dreamscar exposure
Faith: Path of the Coil — the belief that time is a spiraling loop, and memory is truth
🧾 Narrative Background
Born from the smoke and ruin of a tether-isle collapsing into the unreal,
Vaelin Thorne is not entirely real. Nor is she imaginary. A Drimari —
half-substance, half-thought — she exists just enough to leave scars on
others, and not quite enough to stop doubting her own breath.
Her village vanished overnight into mist and screams. She was the only one
left, surrounded by echoes. Since then, she’s been hunting answers — and
trying not to unravel.
Vaelin is part of The Sabled Thread, a secretive guild of lorehunters and salvagers who brave the Dreamscars in
search of what was lost. Her political leash, however, is held by the
Anointed Assembly, a holy order trying to collapse chaotic tethers and
control the dreamstorm. She serves them only until she doesn’t.
Vaelin's only companion is Kesh, a moth the size of her palm who sometimes speaks in riddles... and sometimes does not exist.
In dreams — and in walls, and voices, and reflections — she hears the name:
Nhal-Zoruun.
Something is waking. Something forgotten. And it’s calling her by name.
📊 Stat Block
Stat | Value | Notes
---------------|--------|--------------------------
Health | 17 | Durable despite low strength
Strength | 4 | Below average
Constitution | 6 | Stable, resistant to stress
Stamina | 6 | Enduring
Willpower | 8 | Mentally resilient
Speed | 7 | Fast on her feet
Agility | 9 | Lightning reflexes
Dexterity | 7 | Steady, precise hands
Stealth | 8 | Highly elusive
Intelligence | 6 | Quick thinker
Wisdom | 5 | Average insight
Perception | 7 | Sees hidden patterns
Charisma | 3 | Cold, unnerving presence
Luck | 2 pts | Paradox Mode Bonus
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 1 (Full)
Thirst: 1 (Quenched)
Fatigue: 0 (Rested)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
• Burns false journals she compulsively writes
• Sleepwalks
• Speaks fluent Dreamscript (glyph-based dream-alteration magic)
• Animals react strangely to her — love or terror
• Hates mirrors; avoids her own reflection
• Not sure if her memories are hers
🧰 Starting Equipment
• Chimeblade (resonance weapon — disturbs illusions)
• Ashweave Cloak (light armor, dream-stabilizing fibers)
• Anchor Crystal (prevents dream erosion)
• Dreamscript chalk x3
• Moth cocoon (Kesh dormant)
• Water gourd (full)
• Dried dream-fungus rations x2
• Flickering compass (unstable but prophetic)
• Journal (partially burned)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Shatterstep
• Blink behind an enemy and strike
• Leaves a lingering echo in Dreamscar zones
Defensive Tactic: Anchorflare
• Emits a pulse of stabilizing energy
• Slows time distortions and illusions
Utility Skill: Threadsense
• Vaguely sense narrative “pulls” or danger
• Often wrong. Occasionally right on time.
🌟 Hero Power: Tear the Veil
• Spend 5 Karma to rip open a breach in the world
• May offer shortcuts… or let something in
• Success is cinematic. Failure is existential.
👥 Notable Relationships
• Kesh — Moth familiar, speaks in riddles (currently dormant)
• The Sabled Thread — her people, her mission
• The Anointed Assembly — her leash
• Nhal-Zoruun — she doesn't know what it is. But it knows her.
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
• EPIC scale: The fate of Veilscar hinges on her discoveries
• Paradox Mode: Her reality is locked. Her path is being watched
• Veil tension: Every step risks unraveling what remains of herself
🎬 Defining Moment
In a dead zone of the Dreamlands where even light forgets itself, Vaelin once saw her reflection blink when she did not.
It smiled. She didn’t.
Then it whispered:
"I am the dream that dreamed you."
She’s been chasing that reflection — or running from it — ever since.
And the name… Nhal-Zoruun …follows her now.
BONUS! - Dave, obsessed with Winona Ryder, 1990s coffee shop
Spoiler:
📼 Character Sheet: Dave
Species: Human (Regrettable)
Sex: Allegedly Male
Age: 1991 Era – "Prime-ish"
Universe: Earth (Timeline: VHS & Feelings)
Role/Class: Amateur Bard / Part-Time Romantic Catastrophe
Origin: Suburban Lower Class (with delusions of indie grandeur)
Faith: Winona Ryder is probably a literal goddess
🧾 Narrative Background
Dave was born into a world of denim jackets, mixtapes, and unresolved emotional tension.
He came of age worshipping two things: Megadeth and Winona Ryder. Not in that order.
His greatest ambition: to make her swoon, write her poetry, and possibly achieve eye contact.
Tragically, Dave's downfall came when he attempted to ascend to digital
seduction... with the infamous Unsolicited Dick Pic of '91.
The polaroid photo was blurry. His thumb was in the frame. There was a Star Wars sock.
The world was not ready.
Neither was Winona.
Still, Dave survived. Powered by caffeine, self-awareness, and exactly one
Luck point, he turned public humiliation into poetic legend.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 6 Emotionally wounded but still ticking
Strength 2 Can carry groceries (if they're light)
Constitution 4 Allergic to confrontation (and dairy)
Stamina 3 Winded after tying his Doc Martens
Willpower 5 Has resisted texting his ex... twice
Speed 2 Moves exclusively at "thoughtful walking pace"
Agility 3 Trips over poetic metaphors
Dexterity 4 Once untangled his headphone wires in one try
Stealth 1 Has never exited a party without saying awkward goodbyes
Intelligence 7 Overthinks everything
Wisdom 5 Knows he's the problem. Still repeats mistakes.
Perception 6 Notices when the vibe is off, doesn't know what to do about it
Charisma 9 Smolders at 2AM, stammers at 2PM
Luck 0 Spent it all saving the planet and Winona’s opinion of him
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 4 (Survives mostly on bagels and regret)
Thirst: 3 (Always drinking something iced, even in winter)
Fatigue: 5 (Thinks insomnia is a personality trait)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
- Obsessively rewatches Reality Bites and pretends he gets it
- Mistook poetry for a personality trait
- Still uses landline metaphors in his love letters
- Thinks “aloofness” is romantic, not confusing
- Frequently quoted Radiohead before it was cool (and also after)
- Once burned a mixtape titled “Winona’s Eyes” into a Maxell cassette
🧰 Starting Equipment
- 1 trench coat with questionable pockets
- 3 notebooks full of poems you’ll never read aloud
- A Walkman with a worn-out The Smiths cassette
- The haunting memory of The Pic
- Sunglasses he doesn’t need but wears anyway
- A crumpled letter to Winona (never sent)
- Lucky clove cigarette (never lit)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Overwrought Monologue
Weaponized vulnerability. Targets roll Willpower to avoid falling in love or secondhand embarrassment.
Defensive Tactic: Change the Subject
When cornered emotionally, Dave redirects with music trivia or obscure film quotes.
Utility Skill: Late-Night Sobbing While Making Art
Gain +1 Inspiration and +1 Charisma until the next morning. Debuff: 2 Fatigue.
🌟 Hero Power: “Winona, Wait—”
Spend 5 Karma to deliver a heart-wrenching, reality-bending farewell
speech that pauses time, saves Earth, or wins the indie film festival.
Effects: Gain cosmic closure. Everyone cries. Even Zephyr Indigo.
👥 Notable Relationships
- Winona Ryder – Queen, muse, restraining order recipient
- Zephyr Indigo – Your own child, your murderer, your legacy
- The Guy at the Coffee Shop – Also in love with Winona
- Your Therapist – Just quietly nods
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
- World saved by poetry (and panic)
- Legacy preserved in thrift store zines
- Dick pic sealed in a time capsule as a warning
- Unknowingly altered the timeline — somewhere, Nicolas Cage is a barista now
🎬 Defining Moment
"You're not strange. You're dangerous."
— Winona Ryder, moments before the coffee mug hit the floor
🎞️ Transcript: Crucial Scenes with Winona Ryder (1991 Edition)
📚 Scene 1: First Encounter
Setting: Used Bookstore. Rainy outside. Winona is flipping through The Bell Jar. You are pretending to be deeper than you are.
🎲 Roll: 12 – Partial Success
Dave sees her across the room and suddenly becomes 83% more existential.
DAVE (to himself)
Say something cool. Something devastating. Something Bukowski would mutter while lighting a cigarette.
He walks over, grabs a tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto like it means something.
WINONA (without looking up)
That one’s missing the last chapter.
DAVE
That’s what makes it raw.
She looks up. A pause.
Her lips twitch. Not a smile — but not not a smile.
STATUS: You're not being escorted out. This is progress.
📷 Scene 2: The Analog Dick Pic Incident
🎲 Roll: 1 – Critical Failure
Setting: Dave’s bedroom. Late night. Candlelight. There's a typewriter and a mirror. And a very bad idea.
Dave, armed with ambition and a disposable Kodak camera, decides to capture... himself.
DAVE
This will prove I’m fearless. Vulnerable. Bold. Like early Bowie... but pantsless.
He props the camera on a stack of Rolling Stone magazines.
Stares into the mirror. Strikes what he thinks is a “smoldering” pose.
Clicks.
Two days later, he goes to Walgreens to develop the film.
Forgets what’s on it.
The clerk does not.
WALGREENS CLERK
(flatly, while bagging)
One of your photos was... removed by management.
He receives a censored envelope. The remainder of the roll includes:
A thumb
A lava lamp
A Pikachu sock
Blurry shame
DAVE (reading clerk’s handwriting):
“Due to store policy, obscene material has been discarded.”
STATUS: The photo never reaches Winona. But your soul is still cringing.
🕯️ Scene 2.5: The Rewind – Luck Point Spent
(You don’t undo a text. You undo a decision.)
🎲 Original Roll: 1
🎲 Re-Roll (Luck Point): 17 – Smooth Recovery
Dave, standing in Walgreens under flickering fluorescent light, feels a disturbance in the vinyl.
Somewhere in his trench coat, his Lucky Clove Cigarette (never lit) crumbles to ash — used up by the Fates.
He grabs the envelope before the clerk hands it over.
DAVE
Actually... I changed my mind. Developing photos is a corporate construct.
He leaves. Rips the film in half behind the store.
Feels lighter. Unburdened. Almost like a functioning human being.
That night, he writes a letter on aged stationery.
“Winona,
I wanted to send you something bold. But instead, I’ll send you something honest.
Me. Words. Not... anatomy.
Yours in poetry and restraint,
Dave.”
He places it in a manila envelope with a pressed flower and just the right amount of weird.
🎤 Scene 3: Poetry Slam Redemption
🎲 Roll: 20 – Critical Success
Setting: Basement coffeehouse. Dim lighting. You sign up under the name “D. (Just D.)”
You approach the mic with trembling hands and possibly a slight mullet.
You clear your throat.
DAVE
She’s a VHS in a world of Betamax.
A mixtape with the A-side worn out.
And I... am the Walkman that still plays her.
Silence. Then: tears, snaps, a girl in the back faints onto her Doc Martens.
Winona is standing.
She walks up slowly.
WINONA
You’re not strange.
You’re... dangerous.
💍 Scene 4: The Wedding
🎲 Roll: 19 – Stunning Success
Setting: An abandoned drive-in theatre at sunset. You’re in a velvet vest. She’s in combat boots and a veil.
The screen plays Heathers.
Your vows are written in fountain pen on the back of a café menu.
WINONA
Even after... Walgreens?
DAVE
Especially after Walgreens.
You kiss beneath a sky full of unpaid student loans and possibility.
A boom box plays “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star.
STATUS: Married. Legendary. Probably doomed, but romantically so.
🪐 THE END – 1991 STYLE
You live on in zines, cassette tapes, and the hearts of alt-girls everywhere.
Show
📼 Character Sheet: Dave
Species: Human (Regrettable)
Sex: Allegedly Male
Age: 1991 Era – "Prime-ish"
Universe: Earth (Timeline: VHS & Feelings)
Role/Class: Amateur Bard / Part-Time Romantic Catastrophe
Origin: Suburban Lower Class (with delusions of indie grandeur)
Faith: Winona Ryder is probably a literal goddess
🧾 Narrative Background
Dave was born into a world of denim jackets, mixtapes, and unresolved emotional tension.
He came of age worshipping two things: Megadeth and Winona Ryder. Not in that order.
His greatest ambition: to make her swoon, write her poetry, and possibly achieve eye contact.
Tragically, Dave's downfall came when he attempted to ascend to digital
seduction... with the infamous Unsolicited Dick Pic of '91.
The polaroid photo was blurry. His thumb was in the frame. There was a Star Wars sock.
The world was not ready.
Neither was Winona.
Still, Dave survived. Powered by caffeine, self-awareness, and exactly one
Luck point, he turned public humiliation into poetic legend.
📊 Stat Block
Stat Value Notes
Health 6 Emotionally wounded but still ticking
Strength 2 Can carry groceries (if they're light)
Constitution 4 Allergic to confrontation (and dairy)
Stamina 3 Winded after tying his Doc Martens
Willpower 5 Has resisted texting his ex... twice
Speed 2 Moves exclusively at "thoughtful walking pace"
Agility 3 Trips over poetic metaphors
Dexterity 4 Once untangled his headphone wires in one try
Stealth 1 Has never exited a party without saying awkward goodbyes
Intelligence 7 Overthinks everything
Wisdom 5 Knows he's the problem. Still repeats mistakes.
Perception 6 Notices when the vibe is off, doesn't know what to do about it
Charisma 9 Smolders at 2AM, stammers at 2PM
Luck 0 Spent it all saving the planet and Winona’s opinion of him
🌡️ Survival Stats
Hunger: 4 (Survives mostly on bagels and regret)
Thirst: 3 (Always drinking something iced, even in winter)
Fatigue: 5 (Thinks insomnia is a personality trait)
🧠 Quirks, Flaws & Traits
- Obsessively rewatches Reality Bites and pretends he gets it
- Mistook poetry for a personality trait
- Still uses landline metaphors in his love letters
- Thinks “aloofness” is romantic, not confusing
- Frequently quoted Radiohead before it was cool (and also after)
- Once burned a mixtape titled “Winona’s Eyes” into a Maxell cassette
🧰 Starting Equipment
- 1 trench coat with questionable pockets
- 3 notebooks full of poems you’ll never read aloud
- A Walkman with a worn-out The Smiths cassette
- The haunting memory of The Pic
- Sunglasses he doesn’t need but wears anyway
- A crumpled letter to Winona (never sent)
- Lucky clove cigarette (never lit)
💥 Abilities
Offensive Ability: Overwrought Monologue
Weaponized vulnerability. Targets roll Willpower to avoid falling in love or secondhand embarrassment.
Defensive Tactic: Change the Subject
When cornered emotionally, Dave redirects with music trivia or obscure film quotes.
Utility Skill: Late-Night Sobbing While Making Art
Gain +1 Inspiration and +1 Charisma until the next morning. Debuff: 2 Fatigue.
🌟 Hero Power: “Winona, Wait—”
Spend 5 Karma to deliver a heart-wrenching, reality-bending farewell
speech that pauses time, saves Earth, or wins the indie film festival.
Effects: Gain cosmic closure. Everyone cries. Even Zephyr Indigo.
👥 Notable Relationships
- Winona Ryder – Queen, muse, restraining order recipient
- Zephyr Indigo – Your own child, your murderer, your legacy
- The Guy at the Coffee Shop – Also in love with Winona
- Your Therapist – Just quietly nods
🧩 Narrative Hooks / Stakes
- World saved by poetry (and panic)
- Legacy preserved in thrift store zines
- Dick pic sealed in a time capsule as a warning
- Unknowingly altered the timeline — somewhere, Nicolas Cage is a barista now
🎬 Defining Moment
"You're not strange. You're dangerous."
— Winona Ryder, moments before the coffee mug hit the floor
🎞️ Transcript: Crucial Scenes with Winona Ryder (1991 Edition)
📚 Scene 1: First Encounter
Setting: Used Bookstore. Rainy outside. Winona is flipping through The Bell Jar. You are pretending to be deeper than you are.
🎲 Roll: 12 – Partial Success
Dave sees her across the room and suddenly becomes 83% more existential.
DAVE (to himself)
Say something cool. Something devastating. Something Bukowski would mutter while lighting a cigarette.
He walks over, grabs a tattered copy of The Communist Manifesto like it means something.
WINONA (without looking up)
That one’s missing the last chapter.
DAVE
That’s what makes it raw.
She looks up. A pause.
Her lips twitch. Not a smile — but not not a smile.
STATUS: You're not being escorted out. This is progress.
📷 Scene 2: The Analog Dick Pic Incident
🎲 Roll: 1 – Critical Failure
Setting: Dave’s bedroom. Late night. Candlelight. There's a typewriter and a mirror. And a very bad idea.
Dave, armed with ambition and a disposable Kodak camera, decides to capture... himself.
DAVE
This will prove I’m fearless. Vulnerable. Bold. Like early Bowie... but pantsless.
He props the camera on a stack of Rolling Stone magazines.
Stares into the mirror. Strikes what he thinks is a “smoldering” pose.
Clicks.
Two days later, he goes to Walgreens to develop the film.
Forgets what’s on it.
The clerk does not.
WALGREENS CLERK
(flatly, while bagging)
One of your photos was... removed by management.
He receives a censored envelope. The remainder of the roll includes:
A thumb
A lava lamp
A Pikachu sock
Blurry shame
DAVE (reading clerk’s handwriting):
“Due to store policy, obscene material has been discarded.”
STATUS: The photo never reaches Winona. But your soul is still cringing.
🕯️ Scene 2.5: The Rewind – Luck Point Spent
(You don’t undo a text. You undo a decision.)
🎲 Original Roll: 1
🎲 Re-Roll (Luck Point): 17 – Smooth Recovery
Dave, standing in Walgreens under flickering fluorescent light, feels a disturbance in the vinyl.
Somewhere in his trench coat, his Lucky Clove Cigarette (never lit) crumbles to ash — used up by the Fates.
He grabs the envelope before the clerk hands it over.
DAVE
Actually... I changed my mind. Developing photos is a corporate construct.
He leaves. Rips the film in half behind the store.
Feels lighter. Unburdened. Almost like a functioning human being.
That night, he writes a letter on aged stationery.
“Winona,
I wanted to send you something bold. But instead, I’ll send you something honest.
Me. Words. Not... anatomy.
Yours in poetry and restraint,
Dave.”
He places it in a manila envelope with a pressed flower and just the right amount of weird.
🎤 Scene 3: Poetry Slam Redemption
🎲 Roll: 20 – Critical Success
Setting: Basement coffeehouse. Dim lighting. You sign up under the name “D. (Just D.)”
You approach the mic with trembling hands and possibly a slight mullet.
You clear your throat.
DAVE
She’s a VHS in a world of Betamax.
A mixtape with the A-side worn out.
And I... am the Walkman that still plays her.
Silence. Then: tears, snaps, a girl in the back faints onto her Doc Martens.
Winona is standing.
She walks up slowly.
WINONA
You’re not strange.
You’re... dangerous.
💍 Scene 4: The Wedding
🎲 Roll: 19 – Stunning Success
Setting: An abandoned drive-in theatre at sunset. You’re in a velvet vest. She’s in combat boots and a veil.
The screen plays Heathers.
Your vows are written in fountain pen on the back of a café menu.
WINONA
Even after... Walgreens?
DAVE
Especially after Walgreens.
You kiss beneath a sky full of unpaid student loans and possibility.
A boom box plays “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star.
STATUS: Married. Legendary. Probably doomed, but romantically so.
🪐 THE END – 1991 STYLE
You live on in zines, cassette tapes, and the hearts of alt-girls everywhere.