He's suffering through shell shocks, he's of the abused minority in his nation and he really, really tries to just protect his party-members but he's constantly fearing that they will either get hurt or end up as broken as him.
He's also a hobo with financial issues.

He's hoping nobody else killed as many Orks single-handedly as he did. And that I get some kind of prize as a result of his ass-kicking.

He's in love with his step sister, who sleeps around with everyone (except for him ;_;).

He's considering his options. He saw the best of his generation blown to smithereens on pointless fields of battle. He was in charge of scraping those who were unlucky enough to survive together and give them a decent last week of life.

Then the south lost the war. Home is no more, the family lost most of it's plantation. The Wild West offers opportunity to a man with field experience, but is it this what he wants to do with his life? Look at ever more torn-up bodies? Kill whomever means ill, like in some uncivilized hole?

There's also a sub-struggle Lord vs. Bottle.

My character is trying to extend his life without becoming a lich. He's convinced a few people helping him to try and solve this problem, but every time there's a breakthrough and he gets his hopes up, a pesky band of mercenaries comes in and fucks it all up. Soon he'll show them the consequences of their actions. Inferior beings so often forget there place.

My character is also an ancient red dragon, also I happen to be the dm.

A Dwarven Artificer who specializes in Constructs. DM and I refluffed him to be a bit more of a steampunk mad scientist with just a tiny bit of magic tinkering. He was once a prominent inventor in a major city until one of his lab assistants stole his research and burned down his lab. Now he's out for revenge and to keep his inventions from falling into the wrong hands.

>>12548339
HERESY

>>12548357
His other lab assistant tried to stop the other one from escaping, but lost her arm in the struggle and is now a self-forged.

He needs more gp.

>>12548339
I've always had a soft spot for dragon liches.

He's obsessed with murdering Garl Glittergold in order to rebuild the Gnomish nation as a strong warrior people who shall never be mocked again.

His pregnant wife was killed by his fetch and he went from a 160 pound 5'10" white guy to 290 pound 6'11" blue ogre. He had to change his name and rediscover what he's going to do with his life.

Human fighter - he's trying to live up to the ideals he has of his dad who died fighting in the Greyhawk wars. He's more a philosopher though, and not a leader of men like his father and will ultimately have to find his own way to contentment.

Hes fighting with himself because hes been adventuring all his life, taking down undead and necromancers in the hopes of killing the elven necromancer that killed his mother and orphaned him.

But by now that hes finally found the guy, hes so tired all he really wants to do is give up his life as a sorcerer and go home to raise his 4 year old son.

Hes going simply by determination to finish this without joy, everyday fearing that this necromancer will kill him too and he will end up orphaning his son, just like he himself was orphaned.

Plane of Elemental Fire.

She was sent to a chaos warband to get them to invade Ultramar, but they'd rather lay around and fuck and do drugs, and then necrons appeared out of no where and are fucking up their shit.

He had to find a landmine in his kid's lunchbag to start taking the gang seriously as a threat. He handcuffed six of them to a single grenade for them to take him seriously in return.

Score stands at vigilante cop: fourteen, gangs: zero.

My paladin, whom I had played for close to five months now with my group, is actually out of the party and I'll have to re-roll another character. My purpose in joining the order of the ecclesiastic knights was to find my father, who had left my mother when I was still a child and gone off to fight in the great war that tore across our country. I grew up training every day with the hope of finding my father again when I was old enough to join the knights, unsure of whether I wanted to have revenge for abandonment or merely to earn his pride. But when I did finally come of age, I found my father had been labeled missing in action shortly after the war. So I went on a sabbatical after many years to try to find new purpose in my cause, though it seemed empty to me. I took up with a rag-tag group of adventurers seeking to end tyranny in the neighboring lands where peace had not truly arrived despite the end of the war.

Well, as per conservation of detail and the fact that my DM is a fantastic story crafter, I eventually recieved a message from the Order that my sabbatical had come to an end and a task had been set for me. We eventually found a warlord who had taken up residence in the borderlands of my home nation. He had waged a long and secret was against my order, sabotaging their efforts. Of course, when we finally kicked down the door and confronted him it was none other than my father.

The road raiders HAVE to take the town/depot he's in (they don't have enough gas to get to the next town), but he doesn't want to piss off their leader by defending it (because he's their only known contact with the Knights of Genetic Purity).

>>12548501
(cont)

He had turned from the Order when he found that the knights, as noble as their intentions were, had been established as a tool to help oppress the people. Our entire religion was a sham, our power being stolen forcefully from a captive demi-god through the use of ancient and forbidden artifacts.

I knew what I had to do from the moment I realized he was my father. I stepped forward from the party and before all of them renounced my faith and was instantly stripped of all of my powers. I pled myself to my father's cause. Of course, most them thought for sure my father was insane and that it was stupid of me to join him, but I knew what my character would do. What he must do. So I fought against the party in my crippled powerless form. They slayed my father and took his head as proof of their deed and left me unconscious, later to be reported lost to the Order. I was left to carry on my father's cause in his stead, a shattered and broken man.

Seemed as good a way as any to go out. Thinking of re-rolling as a bard next.

Struggling to reconcile his world-view of JUSTICE FOR ALL with the reality of the Old World of Darkness.

He's a defense attorney with Defense as his Creed. And he's surrounded by Zealots that mostly favor Vengeance.

bamp

She's investigating a suspicious workers union on a tundra mining colony.

A politically powerful, popular, but corrupt businessman is holding two women (at least) as slaves. We are going to get him out, but simply killing him is not an option until we have the evidence we need to prove posthumously that he is a bad dude and the city should thank us for killing him.

>>12548918

BTW, this is a 4e D&D campaign.

>>12548934
Why does that matter?

>>12548934
Love that quote.

Not my char but im the GM so in a way, he is my own struggle.

In a party of 2 to 1 players in a dark heresy campain there is an adept, this adept has a dream, a dream of mass producing a loyal mutant army.
Last session he got a playmate, a mutant psyker, by the time they teamed up to take down a small cult the psyker had mortal wounds that only the ships medic could fix, he also captured two cultist test subjects and made a pact with a demon by restarting the sacrifice.

The demon would enhance his mutation experiments for an as-of-now unspecified price.

So he poured everything liquid in the inquisitions transport ship into a big jug, irradiated it and fed it to the prisoners,
The first subjects blood became spoiled and he grew tougher but lost his sanity.
The second gained nightvision but died, probaly because his mutation cocktail included promethium.

But whats this! the adept still has a long flight to go and hes out of test subjects! all alone exept for the other party memeber who is lying unconcious in the medbay!

The next day when the medic came to check on his charge the players limbs were bent grotesly out of shape and the inqusitor was called, They all met up in the holo-room with the player playing the innocent bystander and the ships commisar, medic and techpreist all testifying against him. The inquisitor was outraged and ordered all the mutants, including the still unconcious PC to be shot and vented into space, along with the remaining PC's medical equiptment, books and collection of posonous animals.
It wasent until the commisar had the PC in his sights that the player offered to make a cure in excange for there lifes and the life of his beloved hallociogenic spider.

So thats it, the player has only a few days to make a cure and reverse the madness he has wroght or the commisar will TPK everyone. even if he succeeds he will most lightly be slapped in an explosive collar and have his pay docked.

She's discovered, quite annoyingly, that her Mom was right: she is a special, beautiful snowflake with a _very_ Fey Eladrin Heritage, and it's completely fucking with her head because it's hard to be Gangsta when you sparkle.

>>12548958

It's a shame there are typos in that, because it's awesome.

My guys a Barbarian, CG male human. His clan lives on a mountain in the northern lands, guarding a relic sacred to Kord. His mother died in childbirth, he was raised by his father, and he wandered off to adventure when his father died. He's only recently reconnected with his clan.

Up until a few missions ago, he had no motivation beyond "KILL EVIL THINGS, TAKE THEIR HEADS FOR KORD, ALSO GET HOT BABES" when he traveled to a land similar to where he grew up. There was a city of elves there; a glorious city made of ice and stone. Everyone there has never done a day of hard labor in their lives, and they're all super artsy.

How do they maintain this luxurious lifestyle? The local humans have not figured out how to make metal items, nor do they have boats to travel the ocean and trade with the southern continent. Their only choice is to supply meat to the elves.....in exchange for an elk carcass, the elves will give a mere HANDFUL of steel arrowheads.

Oh, it gets worse. The elves love to take human orphans in and keep them as slaves and pets, just as if they were lower animals. They have no beds in their taverns, because they don't like people staying overnight. And they're doing all this under a supposedly lawful good deity.

He's outraged by this tyranny, especially because it's so close to home for him.

No one EVER gives humanity the short end of the stick. NO ONE!

His current plan to have the most intelligent child from each tribe apprenticed under a blacksmith. He's had some success with this plan so far (2 down, 17 to go). If the elves learn of what he is doing and interfere, then he will burn down that city. Even if does not possess the power to do so now, he WILL liberate those people.

Other than that, it's just the usual 'Must control rage so I don't go on an uncontrolled killing spree' thing barbarians deal with.

I love F'd up characters so really, this is entirely my fault.

I am playing a human wizard, Abjuration specialist. I am also shooting for the Apostle of Peace prestige class from Book of Exalted Deeds. I cannot use a weapon and cannot do real damage. None of that is the problem.

The problem is the rogue in our party. He's new to D&D and think rogues have to backstab everything and steal anything that isn't nailed down. Needless to say, there have been conflicts.

rolled 36 = 36

A half-mad Human "paladin" following the whispers of the dead god of justice. In Darksun.

He was born into the Macc Baís of Dusk.

When he was 5, his mother was taken by daemonic beasts in the night.

Then orphaned, he grew up with the older girl, Aoífe. He grew in the most terrible of ways. He grew into a man standing a half-metre over the heads of the tallest warriors in his tribe though sculpted like a willowy, grotesque marionette, with skin and hair white as frost, as death.

His tribe of scarcely four thousand chose him to be their ambassador. They made him a Man of the Mask, entrusting him with the name, the very honor of his nation, that he might represent them within the alien world of the Imperium.

When he was 20, his mother came back. Hale, healthy, terrified of the looming horror which lie sleeping where her young son should have been that morning.

To make up for 15 years of loss, the month he had left could never suffice.

And when the ship came at the end of the month, he left his mother behind. He left his nation. He left his best friend, his guardian, his mentor, his lover, or whatever Aoífe was to him, though the question hurt too much to answer now that he was leaving. He was a Guardsman now. A faceless, disposable soldier for the Imperium.

And none of his loved ones were there when the ship crashed on Mara. When the dead returned on Mara, it was not with bewilderment and bittersweet reunion, but a frostbitten hate and hunger for death.

It's been eight years since he's left his home, and, through his service in the Inquisition, he has ignorantly, carelessly had a direct hand in sparking a genocide on a foreign planet which would claim the lives of no less than twenty times as many innocents as the population of his entire nation.

His struggle is to return home a good man. A strong man. A proud man. To return with the respect of the highest levels of the Imperium, that the galaxy might know the worth of the Macc Baís.

His struggle is to see Aoífe and his mother again with his head held high.

he's indecisive, he wants to move forward, but he can't figure out how to do so without taking weeks to travel somewhere that can sell the tools he thinks he needs to him

Currently, she is going to have to deal with the fact that she now has a copy of herself in her own head.

He has random paralysis of one of his limbs every day.

After a whole lot of blood, sweat, and tears, he thought he had his life figured out. Though financially struggling, he was doing what he loved for a living, had a studio in a major metropolitan area, and had a relationship he had hoped would last forever. Now he's awakened, locked in a war for the soul of humanity that none of his friends or family could ever even understand. Everything he thought he knew is falling apart, and he is slowly realizing that he's not equal to the task of holding it together.

He survived being shot in the head, buried alive, only to get up and hunt down his would be murderer... Oh wait...

My mage is currently trying to work with his other group mates, who are not only ignorant savages who happen to also wield magic, but have a tendency to fling him at the enemy with force spells when it seems like a remotely good idea for the group.

My character's current conflict is that, while his most obvious goal is to escape back to his home, in this new and bizarre land he's met two people that, for the first time, have gotten to him- emotionally and intellectually.

He's having a religious crisis based around the question of whether it's okay for man to own another creature like his god owns him- he already has become a vegetarian because the idea of eating a living creature repulses him.

This is compounded by his cats. They serve as companion animals and it's really bothering him. His grasp on sanity is already pretty weak.

He's struggling to decide what to do now that that fucking beast-kin has revealed the fact that she's actually a cultist of a god so illegal no-one knows he exists. By telling him this, she implicates him in her plot to overthrow the current ruling god. Turns out this god has been the source of all of her secret knowledge and revelation. Going with her means declaring himself a heretic but may just save the world. Following his orders means keeping his job, but possibly endangering his life and the world at large.

He's struggling to recover from their disastrous attack on a house full of vampires in time to win the competition. But hey, at least they blew one of those cheating, bloodsucking faggots up, and rescued their friend.

He's struggling with the trans-global, inter-dimensional conspiracy that runs the world. Also with the guilt that his actions unleashed an unstoppable horror upon the world. He isn't really struggling against his descent into madness (and possible Slasher-dom).

He died

She's about to fight a horrible mechanical horror unleashed by warlikg precursors and sealed under sigils until about 24 hours from now.

I'm pretty sure we're fucked, but eh, might as well try and see if we can prevent the world from exploding.

Pathfinder game.

8th level fighter. Party tank. Very well defended, but has never been missed. 35 ac, and nothing has ever missed him. He has abilities set up with AoO's, and has never made a single attack. In the game, ever. He just gets in the way, and the archers and mages kill everything in the 2nd round. Sigh.

My current character is a man trying to survive in a zombie apocalypse. For whatever reason, my DM started him out with a wound penalty in the form of a bullet in the gut. Later that day, while he was on lookout duty, he saw a man in the building across the street. This man had a jeep on the roof [don't ask me how it got there]. He drove this jeep into the building my character was currently in. The shockwave sent my character falling out of the building and onto the jeep. A zombie walks up and just vomits blood at me and i narrowly dodge, then the driver of the vehicle pulls me down into the car through the sun roof before I can react. Then my allies, startled by the crash, burst out of the building and open fire without checking their targets. The driver of the vehicle ducks, the bullets fly through and hit me in the mouth giving me a terrible but manly scar. The zombies begin to swarm our car when everyone else piles in. My character didn't fire a single shot that day, he simply sat in the back seat bleeding all of the the place, having now suffered two gunshot wounds and not a single zombie scratch or bite. I struggle to survive against those who should be protecting me.

I'm a DM. Players just hit fourth level and I want them to feel like they're out of 'newbie' type adventures, but I'm also not exactly sure how to challenge them without a tpk. Unusual party dynamic and size. CR not helping.

He's currently the primordial of pre-character creation awaiting to adapt to the whims of the DM and other players

Dark Heresy.

My character is part of an 8 person cell dispatched to infiltrate and destabilize the planetary government of a minor Hive World. Why would we want to do that, you ask? Apparently so that when the end comes, our Inquisitorial sponsor(s - I'm one of the three out-of-towners brought in for this by a seperate party) can say "told you so". It's the usual Hive shit, great up top and piss on the bottom. The plan is to fund and form an insurgency movement and topple the government by way of murdering key individuals. That's hardly my conflict - I'm a Hiver myself, and I know how it is.

No, my conflict is the party's Cleric.

My job is to kill him.

>>12553641

>35 AC
>an amazing AC for your level-- something that nothing your CR or two above it will hit-- is high attack for two CR above you + 16
>high attack for CR 10 is 18
>18 + 16 = 34
>brute monsters at CR 10 have to roll a 16 to hit you

Your fucking DM, man. I'm sorry. It sounds like he can't run a combat encounter and is trying to compensate by making the monsters hit harder and for higher numbers.

>>12553648

That is a BAD GM. Your solution is Rochambeau.

>>12553949
Despite this, I had fun anyway. Next session I'll try to find a hospital or something and fix myself. My character isn't designed to take hits.

My life has been my struggle.

Dark Heresy. We are less than 400 exp from hitting Ascension level. We've lost all of our gear, and our healing Psyker is dead. I, a Scum and soon to be Interrogator, have 3 wounds left. Our Guardsman, soon to be Inquisitor, and most importantly my friend, is at crit 1.

We've been playing this campaign for about a year and 6 months. My Scum and the Guardsman both started at rank 1 and have survived through everything thrown at us. Actually, my Scum is the ONLY character still alive from our very first session all the way to now. No one else has survived this long in the group. I've come close to death and survived more than anyone else. I'm the only member that's lost body parts and survived. Specifically my eyes and jaw. I have a metal jaw and cybernetic eyes. I took Blind Fighting and Enhanced Hearing asap just in case (and they've been needed more than once).

Almost everyone in the group is immune to fear through the talent Fearless or some other bullshit. I did it the old fashioned way. I have failed enough Fear checks to be at 63 Insanity. I have flashbacks of horrible passed fights, and talk to our first, dead Psyker as if he was still alive (he was a true bro), but I am immune to Fear level 3. All of my failed Willpower tests were worth it for that.

>>12554189
My PERSONAL mission up to this point has simply been to live. To survive longer than everyone who said they were stronger than me. All of those people are now dead. The only one that remains is my friend and future Inquisitor, who is far more reckless than myself. The only reason his character is going for Inquisitor instead of me is because I have absolutely no desire to lead. The way I see it, Second in command has all the power of First, and none of the spotlight. But, like I said, he is closer to death than I am, so, for the first time in my character's career, I am actually risking my own life to save his. I am finally forced to reach out beyond myself here at the end. If we both manage to survive the next 2 or 3 sessions, my character's life long struggles will finally be rewarded.

We have been constantly exposed to the warp as of late. Because of this, our GM is going to let me take Nasant Psyker, as long as I take the Ascension trait that converts me into a Sanctioned Psyker.

A Scum that saw it all and is somehow about to become a Psyker Interrogator, outliving every single character that came before him. I did not expect this when I first made the character.

She's currently trying to cope with the fact that she now has all the shattered fragments of her goddess' soul inhabiting her body: some of them good, some evil and all of them with different goals...

The fact that her weapon is not only a relic of that goddess (made of yet another piece of that soul) but also consecrated to Orcus and intent on sacrificing people to him (i.e. when they die of the 5 ongoing necrotic this weapon deals, their souls belongs to him) does not help either.

Nor does the fact that two party members have decided she is evil, one of them a formerly evil born-again-rogue :(

>>12554198
And gaining the Psyker levels probably also makes my character a Mary Sue. I will accept that heresy.

hrm. he struggles to deal with the wander lust singing in his blood and the duties of a Hammer Lord to his clan. Should he stay with his harem, throne and troubles or live a freer life of adventuring on the planes of existence while his cousin governs the throne of his homeland?

He is trying to hide the fact he's fucking his secretary from his wife while convincing the secretary he's leaving the wife soon for her.

Also trying to find out what medical condition this hot woman he met the other night has. (Doesn't know IC she's a vampire.)

3 characters:
Spirit hunting dude: Has seen the worst of humanity and been to the darkest places of it and now hates everyone, but can't stop helping people because otherwise he'd never be able to live with himself, has suffered through suicidal depression, has had to sell every principal he has to try and save people and then failed often anyway because you can't save everyone which haunts him, has night terrors due to fighting eldrich abominations for a living, he's literally addicted to his job and killing, he's part spirit and doesn't know it which may eventually lead to him going insane and killing people, has a failed marriage that haunts him, has to deal with the part of him that thinks that beating people long after they've stopped moving is a brilliant way to spend time, has no money because he's a soft fuck and keeps giving it away to help people who need it, no real home, he's the bastard son of a noble in a world where this holds him back and could be used against the noble family when he respects his father and loves his half brother deeply.
His best friend is currently on death row for a crime that they both commited, he's taking the fall for them both.
He has to deal with his insane new apprentice who's a fucking nutter, but who's slowly becoming less so.
They're being hunted by a massivly powerful spirit because of something her family did, which can't be killed, only slowed down.
They're being stalked by assassins...and they don't know why.
Oh, and he only has 1 set of robes, is afraid of horses and currently has a cold, well, pnumonia.

My cleric is struggling with her relationship with her soon to be paladin husband, who she has good reason to suspect was raped by the BBEG. Since they both follow the goddess of truth and light, keeping it secret is tearing her apart inside, but... if he knew, there's no telling what he would do, really. Also, she can't save everyone, and she's been told by the goddess herself that even She cannot save everyone, but she can't accept it. She's basically a filthy hippy.

My rogue is pretty boring. Her biggest challenge is trusting herself with her paladin lover.

My bard... holy shit, might as well rename that bitch Pinocchio, she wrapped up so tightly in political strings she's likely to get her fucking neck snapped soon. She just found out her favorite lover skipped town for the lure of gold, and she's probably not going to get to bang the pretty farm girl she's had her eyes on from the beginning of the campaign. But none of that is nearly as aggravating as the fucking rogues that are dicking her around... literally.

>>12554261
The Kid: No social skills and hates it due to fucked up childhood, has a body temperature of about 10 degrees, so people get ill from being around him too long, is host to a demon which he's got an incredibly unhealthy sort of Psudo-opedius relationship with since she's the only thing that really gave a fuck if he lived or died for quite some time, is worried that he doesn't care when he kills people, needs to gain power at a staggering rate, or the sociopathic vengance seeking man who's hunting his demon is going to kill him and everyone he loves and this guy is working for one of the most powerful men in the world, he has a test next week, is being hunted by another incredibly powerful individual for...unknown reasons, seriously, no idea why he's after him. Has a conspiracy in the highest echilons of the countries military attempting to kill him, his village genocided his entire clan apart from him and his brother who he's never met and who is working with a major criminal, is unable to leave a mystery alone, which has set him on the path of 3 major ancient mysteries, each of which is likely to get him killed by someone important.
On the other hand, he's the fucking 13 year old batman of the game, a completly magnificent bastard manipulator when need be and has a range of tricky bastard ice powers and, when he gets it working, the only working pistol in the whole world.

>>12554307
3rd dude:
Has to organize a charity date auction.
...
That's pretty much it.
Maybe has too many female friends and sisters, one of whom is likely to get them in trouble at some point but otherwise...yeah, he's doing pretty well in general.

>>12554302
>Negation skadow

My educated and cosmopolitan Bard has become something of the group agony aunt, she is used to looking after children and takes the role naturally.

Right bastard Alpha Rogue is making the group female all wet and tsun for him.

Current Character: She's trying to escort a PC plot Wizard back to her home kingdom while being hunted by the entire Paladin armies. She's also being control by a demon because of a deal she make to save her life. A Fallen Paladin. Lost most of her equipment including her family holy weapon and armor. Probably going to die very soon but I expect DM dickery (Again).

Meanwhile my old PC. The father of my current character is a king and his entire kingdom is attacked by demons and devils (Again). His wife is missing after leaving to get help. His army is in a Crusade against hell so his kingdom is defenseless.

Overall nothing is going right.

>>12554307
>>12554307
See: Anti-Sue. http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AntiSue

Current PC: member of a covert force of high tech law enforcement agents. He represents an organization that fears him. He's trying to make up for past sins when he was brainwashed a few years back. His current mission is to apprehend or terminate a serial killer that only targets high class mages. The only problem is that he empathizes with the killer, even if the rest of his comrades do not. His feelings for killing the casters are justified, his breaking the law with mass murder is not.

Varna, a feral world Guardswoman (who actually has more muscle than anyone else in the team), was last seen facing down a Traitor Space Marine.
The campaign was left on a bit of a cliffhanger, when the two agreed to engage in a 1-1 hunt in a darkened underhive.

He's a warlock with an inner thirst to do what he really wants to and capture the art of necromancy for himself, tearing the world around him down whilst he does so.

The party has a dragonborn paladin in it who could kill him in a blow if he wanted to.

He's in serious problems. The Elf ranger was earlier in the campaign mind-controlled into drinking a silvery liquid the locals had told the group would be lethal to drink. They never told them why.

Later on, they learn that the ones who drink it will eventually become hollow husks, skin turning to stone and in the end, they will become golems.

The group met a few people that had drunk the liquid as well but haven't quite gotten to the golem state of stone and whatnot, but they are mindless minions with glowing eyes.

The elf is not happy about this.

He's slowly going crazy over knowing he will die and there is nothing he can do about it.

My character's current struggle?
The short version... Our party is covering an evacuation, town guard is busy with that so we're keeping the enemy busy... With the help of stone shape and a wall of stone spell, the town gates are sealed...
Or were, until the leading the enemy army death knight blew the hell out of the gate and the stone wall behind it.
So now, our six level eight characters are facing down someone I'm likening to Darth Vader, about 130 low level constructs or golems, another few dozen intelligent undead... and we have to hold them for at least fifteen minutes.
The only good news is that the hole in the wall is ten feet wide.

>>12554366
is your old pc the same one that married the succubus?

My character is a nobleborn guardsman who actually tends to act more like a scum. Fuck the actually job given to us by the inquisition. His current struggle is the struggle to create a profitable cartel, using our psyker as his chief enforcer/generalized weapon of terror. He's also garnering support in the higher echelons of society. They don't know where the stuff he brings them comes from but they do know that they like the continued gift giving.

Really, I don't think my GM is particularly happy with me leading the entire group way off the rails but I'm going to enjoy when she ends up finding out that this entire thing is so I can build a military force answering to me for the emprah.

"I'm sorry sir. I did make it quite clear that your protection money didn't cover any "Harboring mutants" tax. Now, I know what you're thinking: "I'll do without any protection". Well, that my friend is when accidents start happening. Accidents like this..." Enforcers open fire with flamers, we walk out and watch the place burn.

>>12554392
Anti-sue; that guy?
Fuck no, he's just really, really withdrawn and got shitty luck, he's still got a lot of good things about him going on, I mean he's a borderline child prodigy, has incredible ability in a skill that you have to be born with instead of learn (Which not many people are born with these days due to the whole my clan is dead thing), can think up incredibly Indy plans on the go which has saved his and other peoples lives in the past and, when he needs to be, is a hell of a guy since he's sharp, mature for his age, very kind, able to look after himself and generally has incredible life skills, he's just got shit self esteem and doesn't notice them.
As for the whole the world revolves around him thing, it really-really doesn't, he just keeps getting dragged up in things, and the only reason he's still alive is because he isn't important, if he was someone would have killed him by now.
Think Batman meets Shinji (But with more Stoic putting up with his problems and hiding how he feels and less whining about them), then add the powers of Mr Freeze, make him 13 and give him a terrifying amount of will to live.
That's pretty much how he rolls. Loads of bad features, loads of good ones. They balance out.

my character has AIDS

>>12554532
Uh yes. Why?

my WoD character:
1. Killed the wife of a very powerful vampire, and taunted him over the phone about it. I expect no repercussions.
2. Made enemies with one of the other PCs because of a deal I have with a spirit. I expect no repercussions.
3. Is trapped in a building surrounded by zombies. I expect no repercussions.
4. Is secretly masterminding just about everything the party does. Only one of the other party members knows this. I expect no repercussions.
5. Along with the other party member who's in on my plotting, is one of two mortals in an otherwise all werewolf party. I expect no repercussions.

My Sin-Eater has to deal with the fact that he's aware of most other Supernaturals (bar changelings, he's only encountered one and it's confused him ever since.), he sleeps with a Malkavian frequently and she's getting dependent. He has to deal with the fact that his Geist is a psychopathic Nazi commandant who died in Auschwitz.

My Eclipse Phase character is currently wanted for flushing a woman who claimed to be a psychiatrist while he was undergoing treatment, but turned out to be a patient who just wanted to meet him, claiming some sort of romantic attraction. He didn't take the deception very well and claimed 'If you love something, you should set it free. If it comes back, it was meant to be' and depressurizes an airlock with her inside it. He now has Borderline Personality Disorder.

>>12554677
Your character seems to be struggling against an imminent shattering of expectations :)

He's a grizzled war veteran who only continues to fight because he has illusions of grandeur in that he believes he can help win independence for his people while simultaneously protecting the family he has back home.

While on the one hand, he could retire as a soldier and live happily with his family- he feels more at ease knowing if nothing will come to harm them. As such, he is away from his wife and children frequently (the younger child didnt recognize me last time I returned home in character) and so, he often finds solace at the bottom of a bottle.

After a night of drinking, he finds himself waking up to a woman other than his wife- and so he vows to kick his alcoholism, as well as making amends both to his family/wife for his infidelities and seeming noncomittal to the marriage in running off to fight, as well as to the woman for leading her on.

It also doesnt help that he has the social graces of a tree stump, and the GM takes full advantage of that.

He's in prison for something he didn't have anything to do with, and is about to be exiled from his adopted homeland.

Thing is, he has no other place to go and he'll have to leave behind everyone he knows unless the party decides to go with him.

Bump

Let's go through my characters for a second:
My Human Pegasus Knight has a number of struggles right now. One, she's on some sort of "Save the Multi-verse" quest and is very confused by the entire thing. She also desperately wants to get home, as a planar rift to the elemental plane of fire will be opening near her home city within the next year and she wants to come to its aid when salamanders, Efreet, and other fire nasties come raiding.

My Human Masked Knight (I do so love my homebrewing) has had to flee his homeland that recently exploded.

My Human Blue Mage has recently been captured by an enemy general and is now on a prison boat to another continent. He'd have broken out already, except for the fact that there's a dude who wields six bastard swords simultaniously guarding the gate.

My sisters are trying to destroy Eberron.

Nikola, my navigator in Rogue Trader, stumbled upon some dangerous information last session. A colonel in the IG contingent that the crew is aiding at the moment basically sold out his men for the chance to become a Necron pariah. She and one of the injured men (the only living person she found in the complex, everyone else was outside, trying to reclaim an airfield) managed to bring the systems that had been disabled back online, but now she's got to find and flag the colonel for his betrayal without being framed as a lying heretic herself.

>>12559198

If by "destroy Eberron," you mean "liberate the Dragon Between from its current nightmare age and allow it to bask in a resplendent, enlightened, utopic age of light," then I suppose you would be correct.

No matter how many of his "trusted henchmen" he sends to defeat this annoying group of adventurers, somehow the group always comes out on top.
Planar Binding his level demons soon?
Heck yes he is!

>>12559379
Supposed to be "high level"

She's a loving, passionate, maternal woman, who just wants to settle down with someone and have a few kids, turn into a fire god, and then use her celestial flames to purge all evil from the world.

You know, family fun and shit.

>>sclart empirical

why yes, captcha, a scarlet empire founded on the from followers of her flaming fury would be cool, too.

I'm a DM. I'm currently trying to figure out how the party's insane antics should eventually bite them in the ass.