obscene i say

// So I’ve got this OC I’d love to bring to Tumblr from a homebrew campaign I played a few years ago, but I’m not sure how to convert her without her being obscenely OP. 

When I say homebrew, I mean moreso than average. The DM created his own setting, playable races, magic system, and character sheets. One of those races was, in essence, angels. And therein lies my problem.

Ahkera, my character, was a heavenly inquisitor sent to the Plane of Corruption– the world of mortals– to investigate a group of adventurers who had consumed the blood of an angel. A cardinal sin, basically. She was an angelic paladin, but she traveled in the guise of a human, only revealing her divinity (and her wings) when it was deemed necessary.

It’s mostly the angel in disguise thing that I think would be a lot of fun. The realm she came from was all light and sunshine, so when she came to the world of mortals she enjoyed all sorts of firsts– first time seeing plants, animals, rainstorms– learning to deal with surly innkeepers who didn’t believe in fair prices, overcoming her naivety without giving into becoming jaded.

I’ve been trying to figure out a way to convert her over to Forgotten Realms but I’m stumped. If I make her a straight up angel, they’re a lot more powerful in FR than they were in the game I originally played. But if I downgrade her to aasimar, then I lose that otherworldly backstory, which takes away a lot of the fun.

If anybody has any thoughts to help me out, I’d appreciate it. 

(I’ve got an old inspiration blog for her over @ahkerataleofunity, which also has all the oneshots I wrote about her, if anyone’s interested. The oneshots are intended to be read sequentially.)

Jay Hawke volunteers at the clinic when he can - he does what little healing he remembers and knows how to do, and otherwise whatever chores and tasks he can take off Anders’ hands (cleaning, rolling bandages, grinding herbs into powder and paste, and so on), but most importantly he likes the clinic because Anders is there. Some old lady who frequents the clinic because of some ailment or another picks up on it (of course she does).

“You’re sweet on out healer, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“I’m- what?”
“Come now, no use denying it, I see the looks you two give each other when you think nobody is watching! It’s quite sweet, actually, how you come here to be with him.”
“Oh I don’t come here for him, I come for you! Who’d change your bandages for you if Anders was b- wait, you’re saying he gives me looks, too?”

She becomes their biggest shipper.

A speedy Jay Hawke at the clinic for de-stressiiiing. It’s been that kind of a weekend. :)

This is a completely unreasonable pet peeve to have but it makes me so nauseous when I see people who have clearly never been dirt poor a day in their life make headcanons about characters being dirt poor.
Like? The Dakotas were scraping to get by but their parents could afford to take them on family trips? And buy them matching outfits? And own a car? And waste fuel driving South around just to help her get to sleep? Lmao okay.
Idk there’s something about the idea of some middle-class white person daydreaming about their white faves struggling with some sort of romanticized version of fantasy poverty to tickle their fee-fees that makes me unjustifiably disgusted.

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