Donald Worthingham - Conspiracy Theoryist and Chaotic Evil Freedom Fighter

[Vlaid]

Ok well some people convinced me to make a screenshot thread so I am, I hope you're happy.

Donald Worthingham was an ex-citizen of Sanctuary who worked in the Workmill. Most of his friends and family died in the Workmill or in the ensuing revolution, the rest perishing in the following months to Spellguard crazy gas. That was where Donald's story began, under auspicious circumstances some unique combination of Spellguard crazy gas, circumstance, and perhaps mysterious other elements mutated Donald. His mind was destroyed, his body wracked by coughing fits and seemed to now be fused with the spellguard crazy gas - physically breathing it out of his lungs. Basically a human turned air genasi subrace to represent being a mutated freak immune to or having an affinity to gas.

He believed that he and his mind were separate beings, his mind would often leave him to go on investigations without him while his body talked to people, nearly incapable of carrying out normal conversations until his mind "Returned" with revelations of the truth of the Spellguard, his sworn nemesis. His only reason for existing was to destroy the Spellguard, ringscabs and everyone associated with the city that he believed took everything from him. He spent all his time coming up with crazy theories that he believed to be true, a lot of them contradictory.

He died when some Watchers took a scrapper he barely know into the bunker and he followed them in to liberate her. Fighting 3 or 4 watchers inside a locked bunker didn't turn out so good and he didn't back down from his beliefs in a cell so he died. Though his corpse exploded into Spellguard gas or something (I'm told) so it's pretty much the dream way I wanted him to go. Only thing that could have been better was a suicide vest. He was a big fan of the Man in the Mask and his last words were to quote the Man in the Mask's warning "I offer you this gentlemanly warning, in the 161st Year of Our   Sanctuary, in the spirit of friendship and in the hope that one day the   sun might shine anew upon our faces: BEWARE". That's why a lot of his conspiracy writings end with BEWARE.

Basically the concept was a mix of Joker, the Masked Man, Scarecrow, Mulder (X-files) and this video of a crazy mountain man telling a judge he didn't recognize the authority of the government.

Here's a collection of screenshots, enjoy.

For posterity here is a link to his conspiracy writings, some of which have some nice sub-text references to EFU stuff.

Donald spent a lot of time reading obscure grafitti/messages and reading into them too much. He was convinced this meant something for a few days, then he forgot about it.

This is what convinced Donald there was a secret chicken plantation in the Baublium mines, keeping all the good food from the free people of dunwarren.

This was a tribute Donald made to a sahuagin PC for not eating him and trying to make an ally out of him to fight the Spellguard with. Sadly I guess sahuagin don't have a concept of artistically arranged fish art so he just ate the fish. They were 'friends' for a while, then the Spellguard or some upperscum got him.

Donald spent a lot of time brooding staring off at spooky things and imagining all the evil Spellguard things going on inside them.

Here's one of many random spooky conversations Donald liked to have with people to instill a fear of the Spellguard/fear of allying with them.

Here Donald is dead from trying to liberate some avacados from some goblins for a lich for some reason.

Probably a terrible piece of loot but I saved it to use in a crusade against Myconid because Donald hated myconids for taking a parchment with some conspiracy writing on it one time and swore to kill them all. He did manage to sorta/almost/kinda kill one adult Myconid PC with a well placed ambush/trap.

[Grotesque]

JET FUEL CAN'T MELT STEEL BEAMS

[Faux News]

WAKE UP SHEEPLE

[Knight Of Pentacles]

EARTH HAS 4 CORNER
SIMULTANEOUS 4-DAY
TIME CUBE

[LordOfBones]

I had no idea you were a subrace, huh.

[Vlaid]

I tried to play up not needing to breathe, being paranoid and breathing purple and blue gas out of my helm a lot but I guess it's hard to tell the difference between taking liberties in your RP and actual subrace weirdo.

[Kinslayer988]

SNEEPLE!?

SNAKE PEOPLE!

[Cruath Quasith]

Really cool character who definitely one up'd my timecubeness regarding the Spellguard and the SHEEPLE. He definitely went out in a really cool way and left a huge impact!

[Vagrant Savant]

Novel martyr character in my very, very brief time knowing him.

[Witchcraft]

Look, you may be new here, but the Pissing Crone is  where many top minds collaborate, and routinely outsmart the most well  funded, well equipped and diabolical organizations in the Underdark. How do we  do it? Top thinkers, experts on every field, unparalleled investigative  skills and fearlessness. I would trust the graffiti here over pretty  much any Upper scholar, especially a Spellguard, any day.