Daniel-Sanctum

Which program do you use? I've been trying some but they keep giving me headshots and half bodies, which is okay, cause I like designing my own outfits, but I'm curious on how you guys use them? Here's one I made

The rumors quickly spread through the town, stories about an orphan, Dragonborn, the parents had died by hunters, along with his siblings, and those hunters took their scales to sell on the black market. People feared Bolt was the only one who escaped, and he tried his best to save his younger siblings, but he was too weak to protect them. He ran as fast as he could and escaped the small hovel he once called home. The townspeople feared Bolt; they knew dragons always stole gold, women, and whatever they could get their hands on. As Bolt explored the town, he found refuge with the only people who would take him in, a monastery. The monks needed someone to help with the dead and placed Bolt below the catacombs; there, he did the heavy lifting, helped embalm the bodies, and cleaned the mess that came with the dead. It wasn't the best job, but Bolt was thankful for a warm meal, a bed, and the friends he had made. As years passed, he had seen every death a person could imagine, and with this, death became no stranger to him. The dying and moans slowly became music to his ears. The smell of formaldehyde became a sweet perfume you would find on an attractive woman; this was what he loved; all the happiness and love died in his eyes. He knew he was slowly falling into addiction with the bodies, bones, and the embalming fluid, but he just chuckled softly to himself. He knew when he heard the bells; someone had passed, and that made his time to shine. By the time Bolt came of age, the monastery had released Bolt to explore the world. Once he stepped out, he had forgotten the smell of fresh air, the sun, and most of all, the townspeople. He was again alone; he had nowhere to go and no place to call home. He soon became friends with loneliness. Wherever he went, people could see the darkness in his eyes. They somehow knew he had seen things they could ever imagine, which they helped him with meals, lodging, and listened to his stories in return, and he would help them with hard labor. He even found love with a common woman, who bore a child, but deep down, Bolt knew to keep his family safe, he would have to leave and work hard to make the world a safer place for his wife and daughter. With a heavy heart, he left once again, knowing this time he had a home to return to, and knew he would not fail to protect them, unlike his siblings. He never told anyone how he became so infatuated with bones, formaldehyde, or death to him, it would only curse them with death and despair, which he did no wish upon, and it was also best that no one knew his dark past. During one of Bolts travels, he received a letter from a courier, inside that letter left him broken; a piece of him had died. He refuses to tell anyone what that letter contained, and he keeps it in his pouch along with a silver coin with the word 'daddy' on it. It’s his most treasured item, and he worries it may get lost. Whatever the letter contains gave him unnatural hate for the Drow and anyone who comes from the Underdark. He will kill any spider he sees on sight and quietly sobs as he buries the said spider. One day Bolt met several travelers. He was on his mission in Hell, he refuses to tell anyone, or no one knows why he's there. Still, he knows he will accomplish the task at hand; he’s not the brightest of the crew and does several stupid things even if it costs him his life. Still, he is willing to risk his life to protect everyone, 'I will not fail them' plays in his mind always, he knows if he did, his past would be on repeat, and history will repeat itself, so far he only trusts one person in this motley crew, and that is a warforge, he's not sure what warforge means, he just knows he gives good cuddles, and Bolt is a sucker for free cuddles. He would tell him the secrets he holds but always turns away from them since no one should know. If he does say to a person he trusts his secrets, they must ensure they keep those secrets till the day they die or if he dies. Fun quotes: "Bodies! I love bodies! Bodies everywhere!" "I smell...a smelly smell, that smells smelly, oh wait, that's me." "I lost something of mine. It was a gift from my daughter, if you ever find it, please give it back to me, and I will help you in return." "Death is no stranger to me. I welcome it with open arms." "You think that scares me? HA! You don't know scary." *Insert panting noises* "I worked with monks once; they were some of my best friends, the only people who didn't scream and run from me. I miss them." "Oh, golly! That person is twitching. I shou- ooo! a femur!" "I got a lovely bunch of bones, small ones, big ones, some as big as your head." *sniff, sniff* "hmm, I smell the sweet, sweet scent of formaldehyde." Bolts Past: My D&D Character whose a dragon-born death cleric. He’s been through Hell (quite literally, we're doing Descent into Avernus), and I decided to do something to reflect on his past. His EX was a cruel, hateful man who gained Bolt’s trust, just to backstab him and burn his heart to ash. He was sold to his uncle, a gold dragon born, and you can guess it, Bolts blue, and in his uncles’ eyes, he's nothing more than an abomination. Bolts parents died from hunters, while his mom was mortal, his dad was a silver dragon born, he fled since he loved the mortal woman and not the woman he was being forced to marry, Bolt had seven siblings, Bolt was the second youngest, and when his dad saw that he was different, he did a polymorph spell on his son which failed. The spell resulted in making Bolt look more human than dragon born. He’s still covered in scales somewhat and has blue skin, which made the other dragon-borns look at him as a rejection of his heritage. His uncle was a follower of Tiamat, while Bolt follows Shar, to fix Bolt’s "ways" he was tortured until he repented and claimed Taimet as his one true god, which Bolt refused to do so. If one takes Bolts shirt off, they can see the scars from being whipped, burned, cut, and branded. However, he won't remove his robes or his armor, so good luck with that. Bolt earned his title Cranky due to him turning cold to people, refusing to open up, and showing emotions. He now seeks a way to erase himself to make it, so he never existed. However, he did not expect to make friends in Hell. He got stuck in an adventure without realizing it and knew he had to help the people who do not deserve to be in this Hell hole. Bolt isn’t the brightest, and he would tell the people he met a few things from his past, like how the monks that once took him in brained washed him into thinking he was worthless or how they locked him in the catacombs to work on dead bodies, and how they would starve him regularly. He would tell them those things, but in his mind, they are all the same. People are all the same. They’ll just use him, lie, and treat him like he is the abomination he is. Unexpectedly he does trust one of the adventurers, Arzolin. So far, he was the only humanoid to bring out Bolt’s real side, a tender loving dragon who enjoys cuddles or getting in trouble, like licking up Ick or sniffing formaldehyde. However, even though Bolt trusts him, he still refuses to tell Arzolin what happened in his past and what made him the way he is. Bolt always battles himself when no one watches, and two dragons, a white dragon, haunt him. At the same time, the other is black, they are the dragon style of an angel and a demon, but they both give him haunting messages such as “failure,” “abomination,” “give up,” “you are hopeless, pathetic.” Occasionally they question his feelings making Bolt stray away from falling in love. He is torn between living and carrying on or finding the demon lord to fulfill his wish. He keeps asking himself the pros and cons of what would happen if he disappeared, and he sees the pros outweigh the cons. After all, if he never existed, no one would notice or miss him, but deep down, he knows it’s false. Slowly he could feel himself caring for his companions on this mission, but the more he falls, the more the two spirits’ voices get louder. He was also slowly finding himself wanting to protect Arzolin, even if the Warforge doesn’t need it. Bolt doesn’t know why he’s caring so much and is torn between if he’s falling for him or if he’s just trying to repent for some of the sins he did when he was younger. Perhaps someday Bolt will tell his now close friend the truth about his ex-boyfriend, his uncle, and the spell his dad cast upon him. His wife plotted against him with his ex, or how the monks were insane and Bolt burned down the monastery. Whatever it is, Bolt loves getting the cuddles, and for the first time, he feels like he can have a genuine smile instead of putting on a mask and lying about being happy. (Literally wrote this to four songs Battlefield, Fighter, Speechless, and Every Other Time.)