HIGHLANDER'S REALM ("D&D" FORUM RPG)

The not so famous, pink haired brat of the east. She comes from the town of Fishton and tries to help wherever she can, but is really clumsy and always messes up. She wants to join a party of adventurers like the ones from the storys you hear as a child, so she can make a difference. She studied really hard at school to become a Healer, so she could help the weak, but she occasionally does more damage then she heals... She hits people with her staff when angry, but only occasionally, and is quiet weak so it doesn't do much. She left her hometown and hears of the tales of "a group of travellers who battle evil every day" and aspires to be part of their party. She is 16, but everyone mistakes her for a kid due to her childish voice and small height. She isn't the cleverest person ever but is always there to cheer her friends on whenever they're feeling sad! She is also fairly quick and nimble. She once had a boyfriend named Harold, but he was killed horrifically in a murder that no-one ever solved, she cries over his death every single day. She loves the water, because as a kid in the town of Fishton, water was everything. She loves swimming and could swim forever. She practices a bit of water magic but isn't great and the earth and forrests always worry her, she doesn't like getting her hands dirty and bugs BLECH, disgusting. She was brought up to follow the god Vamous, the Chaotic Good, and always felt she was Chaotic and good!

Fillmin was born as a perfectly average son of farmers in a small village somewhere far out in the country. His naughty and adventurous disposition sometimes got him in trouble, but nothing serious had happened to him until that one day when the 11 year old boy decided to explore the swamps near his village. Playing around in excitement, Fillmin noticed too late that he had gotten lost, and as darkness fell he stumbled across some old ruins hidden under the overgrowth. Inside, his eyes caught a glimpse of a large, shiny jewel sitting in the hands of a gigantic, amphibious-looking statue. But as the careless boy attempted to snatch the gem, a terrible pain wracked his body and his vision went black. When he came to again, he found his body had been transformed into a massive reptilean being with four arms - an Urak'Lai.
Confused and scared, he managed to stumble his way back to the village. But of course nobody believed his story, and the poor child was chased away with torches and pitchforks. Angry and bitter about the punishment that had befallen him, he returned to the swamps and wandered around aimlessly, until he came across a group of Urak'Lai living around a large pond. This small tribe, which revered frogs as holy creatures, took Fillmin in as one of their own, and over the next few years he grew to learn their customs, their magic and their religous rituals.
But soon calamity struck again, as the young Urak'Lai now calling himself Froggmin returned to the pond one day, only to find it defiled with heaps of poisonous slag, and all the frogs and most of the other Urak'Lai dead. Swearing an oath of vengeance, Froggmin set out into the world to punish those who had ruined his newfound life. The experiences of his past have left him disillusioned, cynical and ruthless - yet from time to time, the playful 11 year old child within him comes to the surface again, making this otherwise fearsome warrior insecure and easily distracted.