Lucky Lightfoot
Lucky Lightfoot
A leprechaun on the run.
Might as well have some fun.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Slightly portly but not out of shape
Body Features
secret for now...
Facial Features
comically expressive facial features.
His mood fluctuates his apparent age which is very noticeable in his face.
Identifying Characteristics
Third hidden eye in the middle of his forehead
Physical quirks
slight spring in his step
Special abilities
Very... lucky
Apparel & Accessories
Green three piece suit. The two coat buttons resemble demi liches.
A green top hat that matches the suit
Two small emerald earrings
Absurdly large candy cane at is used as a walking stick
Mental characteristics
Personal history
...
Gender Identity
Male
Sexuality
2:33 - 2:48
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCZ4xk8Xojc&ab_channel=TheOffice
0:34 - 0:45
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AeZ6a1A0-ow&list=PLnj0rJj1029gdX2YENhoQM_-cilK-TiBx&index=135&ab_channel=TheOffice
Education
largely experience based. He has seen a little bit of almost everything.
Employment
Currently under the employ of The Order of Heroes
Accomplishments & Achievements
Killed two demi liches
survived for a long time
served in the inner court of the Summer Court
...other stuff probably
Failures & Embarrassments
Had to resign from the Summer court after the spell plague
Mental Trauma
does not like to teleport and hates time magic due to an event in the past.
Morality & Philosophy
Do what is fun, when you want, because you want to.
Taboos
Wild magic
Personality Characteristics
Motivation
Get back the Arch-Fey status that was unfairly taken from me.
Likes & Dislikes
Loves:
All kinds of food. Even food others would politely describe as an acquired taste.
A good song.
Any story, true of false.
Dislikes:
People who try to control him
Virtues & Personality perks
He is lucky and those around him can benefit from his luck.
Vices & Personality flaws
Has a tendency to taste all his recipes multiple times, sometimes eating the whole thing before it's even done.
Impulsive
Chaotic in nature
Hygiene
Always washed and well dressed. When it is impossible to get a bath, magic will make up the difference.
Social
Contacts & Relations
Friends:
Hyrsam, Tyrus, Anna
Associates:
Fredrik, Fergewon, Jeter, Jaquette
Wealth & Financial state
Ask Anna, I'm sure she would know better than me.
Dashing leprechaun out in search of new stories to tell.
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Alignment
chaotic
Age
2,500+
Date of Birth
???
Birthplace
Éireann
Children
Current Residence
Waterdeep
Gender
male
Eyes
green
Hair
bubblegum pink
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
pale freckled
Height
3'1"
Weight
35lbs
The Battle of the Red Wizard Rebellion
I've been telling stories to the people of Waterdeep in my free time. I wanted a new one to tell so I spoke to Tyrus and got a better idea of what happened while he and Fredrik were off fighting Zas Tam's army. I might have thrown in an embellishment or two but that's what makes for a good story. Anyways, it's my new favorite story to tell at the Prancing Penguin. It goes like this...
Our protagonists, The Order of Heroes had a job to do. There was just one problem. The Red wizard rebellion did not have the means to hold back the armies of Zaz Tam. Without hesitation, Tyrus, The Captain of the forces of Mirabar in the North and the Man Bear, Fredrik the Battle Rager, volunteered their services.The rest of the Order waved goodbye to their friends for the time being and continued on to complete their mission.
Just as soon as Fredrik and Tyrus stepped back through the portal to help the rebellion, the floor and walls of the cave hideout shook violently. Bolting to the overhang in the cliff wall they could see thousands of soldiers advancing on their position. The Red wizards on the cliff overhang were slinging spells at a remarkable rate, barrels of spell scrolls standing beside each one of them. But despite their best efforts, Zas Tam’s forces were still pushing through, wave after wave.
The rebel leader looked at the two of them, “I don’t know what you can do or what you are capable of, but please. Help us hold this position.” Fredrik and Tyrus exchanged a look and immediately ran to the cliff edge. Fredrik, roaring like a bear, jumped right off the edge to the surprise of everyone present except his friend. Tyrus also ran to the edge and jumped. Spinning 180* in the air, he shot a steel arrow with a rope attached to it into the cliff overhang as he fell. The rope tightened around the makeshift harness Tyrus had made for himself as he repelled down the cliff face. Taking advantage of his slowed descent, he loosed arrow after arrow into the black mass of soldiers in the not to far distance.
Fredrik, having jumped with no safety measure in place, seemed to shake the very mountain when he hit the ground in a flawless three point landing. Slowly rising from the ground, he cracked his neck and reached for his spear. Then he charged head first into the battle bellowing, “Kneel before Fredrik, king of the mountain!”
It was not until they reached the ground that they noticed, these soldiers were nearly all undead. Zombies, whites, skeletons and the like were all part of the onslaught. Fredrik ran to the first zombie and split it in two with a mighty swing. Then the second and the third fell, and then the fourth. Although Fredrik was unaware of it, Tyrus was thinning the hoards running at his friend before they were able reach him. This worked for some time, until Fredrik was overrun.
Soon after, there were swarms of undead piling on top of him. Tyrus, now at the bottom of the cliff face and on the ground, slung his bow and pulled out his Mace of Terror. He ran forward just as the sun crested over the mountain.The light bounded from his silver shield and mace, blinding the surrounding enemy as he rushed into the fray. He activated the magical mace and terrified the undead pile of soldiers covering Fredrik. Most of them immediately ran from him screaming, “retreat!”
Tyus swiftly turned around and crushed a skeleton grabbing at his wolf cowl. As soon as his back was turned a zombie reached out and took a swing at him. Before the blow had landed, its head hit the muddy blood stained ground. Fredrik had decapitated it just in time. Now that the two were side by side, Tyrus stowed his mace and drew his great sword.
Just these two members of the Order of Heroes were able to hold the line of the undead army by themselves. They fought for hours. Members of the resistance came to help but would fall soon after they arrived. The spell slingers on the cliff overhang were doing a good job of keeping any new undead from entering into threatening territory.
After four and a half hours of fighting Tyrus and Fredrik stood back to back. The undead hoard was surrounding them, closing in on them. Our heroes were exhausted. Badly wounded and barely standing. They turned to exchange one last knowing glance before turning back to back again once more. Tyrus raised his great sword. Fredrik raised his spear.
Horns sounded in the distance. They were enemy horns, but they sounded different then before. The undead surrounding our heroes turned their heads at the sound of the horn and started to run. They the horns of retreat. Our heroes Tyrus, the Captain of the forces of Mirabar in the North and Fredrik, the Man Bear had won the day.
