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I just created a new DnD character for a new campaign and I think I've never loved one that much, I'm sure I'll love playing that one. Even if he is extroverted while I am introverted af, he is so sweet, he just plays music to warm the hearts and I love his look, he's a Moon Elf, though he has shorter hair compared to the usual long and braided hair his race tends to wear. He loves dragons ( which is cool because our campaign will end with a dragon so it will make more drama uwu ), mostly Mercury dragons, he is lawful good and so talks before fighting ( something hard to do when there is a barbarian and a paladin in your group ) and he is ace, not aro though as I wanted to allow romance for him. My last character was really different compared to him, chaotic good, ranger, stealing for fun, killing and then talking. And he has the biggest backstory (yeah I'm that type) in the group.

Just ate belgian fries... best thing of the week, if one day you can go in a Belgian Friterie, just go, it's the best fries you'll ever eat. It's not your usual McDonald's garbage.

"Edmund was born in a quite simple family compared to many other adventurers. His past is mostly made of songs and walks. His family had always been wanderers, like most Moon Elves, though every year it was tradition to gather with the elders in Faerûn to discuss the late adventures each had come across. And it was then that Edmund knew his destiny, he would follow the path of many Moon Elves by becoming a bard, a joy-bringer, a light-hearted soul to warm the fireplace a bit more and heal the agitated minds. It's indeed when he heard the high grammar, the many languages, the countless legends the elders gathered that he realised how storytelling was the best thing life could offer. Unfortunately for him his family, despite the countless adventures, never encountered any legend per-say. It was custom in his bloodline to follow the family, but his mind was already elsewhere, he lingered for more. So one day, he took his backpack, left a note to his dear sister, his true best friend, and left for new adventures. One day he would come back, take a seat around the campfire and tell the greatest tale to his nieces and his nephew.

From that point in time, Edmund was alone, he missed the usual talk around the late campfire at night, the chatting in the forest, the knowledge of someone beside you. His extroverted nature told him to find a home, a group of friends to trust and to bring joy to. He wandered a long time but unexpectedly, his first friend was a Dragonborn, a courageous fighter who wandered over mountains and forests in search of a mighty trophy, big enough to bring pride over her bloodline. Unfortunately, she died fighting a dragon. Edmund didn't flee, his heart told him not to, so he sang to the dragon, he sang and eased the angry mind. He stayed in the cave 3 years, long enough to learn the language he had started learning with the Dragonborn, the draconic. From this he learnt many stories, the dragon had encountered many soldiers, paladins and barbarians, but his duty was to protect his legacy. His nest. So he killed them, but not without understanding the beings he was killing. The Mercury dragon needed to be soothed from his unstable mind from time to time, but Edmund appreciated helping the old reptile. One day the dragon asked Edmund one last song, he obeyed and sang the most beautiful tale he could remember from his early childhood. And as his words flew in the rocky cave, the dragon fell into his final sleep where no dream could reach. He had secured his legacy after 1452 years of life and deserved his rest. Surprisingly Edmund mourned it for a long time. Himself had lost track of time. He still sings that song to the stars when melancholy manages to reach him, deep in himself he hopes the dragon can hear it from high above to soothe his unstable mind. It would eternally stay in the tale he would one day sing, dragons, even in anger, were misunderstood, and never would he judge from the first sight a creature others might regard as dangerous and deserving death."

My DnD character's backstory

I think I know why my mom who is meant to diagnose people with high potential or ADHD or autism actually didn't catch on my behaviour, she is the same. She is neurodivergent too and that's only when I talk about my struggle with social life that she catches she does the same things, so of course she's like "no I do the same you're not different, you just think you are to be special" MOM! YOU ARE DOING THE SAME OBVIOUS NEURODIVERGENT THINGS! that's why I am not diagnosed, not that it bothers me that much but I would like to be able to put a name on it one day.