Personality Traits

Personality Traits
I eat like a pig and have bad manners.
I’ve lost so much to gambling that I refuse to spend money on anything anymore.
I would rather make a new friend than a new enemy.
I enjoy sharing my philosophical worldview and experiences with others.
I often quote (or misquote) religious texts.
I speak rarely but mean every word I say.
I would rather make a friend than thwart an enemy.
I’ve been part of the adventuring life since I was old enough to walk. Let me explain a few things to you.
I can barely go a minute without talking about my research. I have so much knowledge in my head, and it needs to be let out somewhere!
I know I’m not the best and brightest, but if I put my best self forward, I can overcome anything.
My previous employer didn’t respect me, and now I’ll do whatever I can to gain respect.
I bear any injury or indignity with stoic discipline.
I idolize a particular hero of my faith, and constantly refer to that person’s deeds and example.
Equations and patterns come naturally to my mind. I wish friendship came just as easily.
My eloquent flattery makes everyone I talk to feel like the most wonderful and important person in the world.
The customer is always right.
I can’t believe I have a chance to join Acquisitions Incorporated! The fun I’m going to have!
I have my own ideas about what is and is not food, and I find the eating habits of those around me fascinating, confusing, or revolting.
Combat is meant to be quick, clean, and one-sided.
My parent taught me a sense of duty. I strive to uphold it, even when the odds are against me.
I treat my weapons, uniform, and insignia with reverence, for they are gifts of the angels.
I become wistful when I see the sun rise over the ocean.
Give me a drink and I’m your friend.
A pipe, an ale, and the smell of the sea: paradise.
I’m oblivious to etiquette and social expectations.
I get bitter if I’m not the center of attention.
I’m always straining to peer into another reality that seems to be just beyond my senses.
I cut right to the chase in every conversation.
I anger quickly when I witness cruelty or injustice.
I believe everyone has the ability to express their truest selves through art, and I’m happy to quietly push them in the right direction.
I love the spotlight. Everyone, look at me!
Debts are never meant to be forgiven.
I never show my anger. I just plot my revenge.
Everything is funny to me, and the most hilarious and bloodiest things leave me cackling with sadistic glee.
My fashion sense is like my garden: withered, black, and weird.
I want to make sure everyone is aware of how wealthy, powerful, and important I am.
I am insatiably curious about the seemingly infinite forms and adaptations of life.
I laugh loudly and see the humor in stressful situations.
I’m always looking to improve efficiency.
I love to trade banter and gibes.
By living among violent people, I have become desensitized to violence.
I was cutting corners and breaking deals to maximize profit. That’s why I failed.
I was, in fact, raised by wolves.
I’m the life of the party, and I expect everyone’s attention when I walk into a room.
I get irritated if people praise someone else and not me.
I’m confident in my own abilities and do what I can to instill confidence in others.
I watch over my friends as if they were a litter of newborn pups.
I often get lost in my own thoughts and contemplation, becoming oblivious to my surroundings.
Despite my noble birth, I do not place myself above other folk. We all have the same blood.
I’m haunted by memories of war. I can’t get the images of violence out of my mind.
I love talking and being heard more than I like to listen.
I pocket anything I see that might have some value.
I think anyone who’s nice to me is hiding evil intent.
I use polysyllabic words that convey the impression of great erudition.
I am tolerant (or intolerant) of other faiths and respect (or condemn) the worship of other gods.
By searching for these lost artifacts, I hope to find who I really am along the way.
If someone is in trouble, I’m always ready to lend help.
Traps don’t make me nervous. Idiots who trigger traps make me nervous.
I have no qualms about stealing from the dead.
I won’t tell a lie.
I ask a lot of questions.
I have a crude sense of humor.
If you do me an injury, I will crush you, ruin your name, and salt your fields.
I can’t sit still.
Don’t tell me I’m not allowed to do something.
My praise and trust are earned and never given freely.
Talk to me about yourself. I’m a hell of a listener.
I like to stick to the shadows.
I feel far more comfortable around animals than people.
I treasure a memento of the person or instance that set me upon my path.
I judge people by their actions, not their words.
I can’t wait to see what I become next!
I like to sound mysterious, because wisdom hidden grows deeper with time.
I know we just met, but when you die, may I have your bones? For research.
HarrRRAAGGHH! [I rarely form a coherent sentence and prefer to express myself by breaking things.]
No one knows about the all-nighters I’ve pulled to keep my magic looking effortless, and I’m going to keep it that way.
I’m perfectly happy letting others pick up the slack for me while I take it easy.
I love a good puzzle or mystery
I sleep just as much as I need to and on an unusual schedule.
Whenever I come to a new place, I collect local rumors and spread gossip.
I describe everything that happens as if it were going into my research notes (and it often is).
I’ve been wronged my entire life, and the world owes me.
I bluntly say what others are hinting at or hiding.
The first thing I do in a new place is note the locations of everything valuable—or where such things could be hidden.
I… speak… slowly… when talking… to idiots,… which… almost… everyone… is… compared… to me.
Dangerous work is best accomplished by an orderly group working with common purpose.
I employ a highly technical vocabulary to avoid imprecision and ambiguity in my communication.
I have accepted my death. Hence, I don’t fear it.
I honor my deities through practices that are foreign to this land.
I treat all beings, even enemies, with respect.
I prefer to keep my thoughts to myself.
If you can guess what I’m about to do, that means I’ve run out of imagination.
I don’t like to get my hands dirty, and I won’t be caught dead in unsuitable accommodations.
I have the utmost faith in myself and my abilities. (Rhonas)
I work hard so that I can play hard when the work is done.
I’ve spent so long in the temple that I have little practical experience dealing with people in the outside world.
I am always willing to act in accordance with the financial incentive offered.
I work hard; nature offers no handouts.
I become cantankerous and quiet in the rain.
The spirits of the dead are so much more interesting to talk with than living classmates.
I’ve been isolated for so long that I rarely speak, preferring gestures and the occasional grunt.
I’m full of witty aphorisms and have a proverb for every occasion.
I am always calm, no matter what the situation. I never raise my voice or let my emotions control me.
I have beaten my addiction, but all it takes is one weak moment and I’ll be back at the card table.
I am always the first into the fray.
Go ahead and insult me—I dare you.
Seeing illness or injury in any creature saddens me.
I’m constantly sizing up everyone around me, thinking about what kind of opponent they’ll be in the final trial.
I can speak eloquently about the historical ramifications of an ancient war. But ask me to add two-digit numbers together, and I’m a mess.
I had an encounter that I believe gives me a special affinity with a supernatural creature or event.
I do my best to discourage anyone from approaching or talking to me.
I’ve seen enough of the adventuring life to have realistic expectations and empathy for my peers.
I’m a snob who looks down on those who can’t appreciate fine art.
I like everything clean and organized.
I’ve left emotion behind me. I’m now perfectly placid.
I’m earnest and uncommonly direct.
Laws are for people who are afraid to face their inner beasts.
I thrive under pressure.
I pepper my speech with the incomprehensible jargon of my trade, like mizzium droplets inserted into a weird-field suspension.
Don’t interrupt me; I’m brooding.
There’s nothing I like more than a good mystery.
I quote (or misquote) sacred texts and proverbs in almost every situation.
I don’t like to bathe.
I am incredibly slow to trust. Those who seem the fairest often have the most to hide.
I think far ahead, a detachedness often mistaken for daydreaming.
Nobody stays angry at me or around me for long, since I can defuse any amount of tension.
My friends know they can rely on me, no matter what.
I take great pains to always look my best and follow the latest fashions.
Two weeks ago, I was enthralled with my latest project. Now, I think it’s garbage and deserves to be destroyed.
I hope this all makes sense to me one day. Until then, I’m going to keep faking it.
When violence breaks out, I lose myself in rage, and it’s sometimes hard to stop.
I’m beset with such an overwhelming sense of ennui regarding my art. Nothing quite captures my attention anymore.
Living up to my legacy will be difficult, but I’m going to do it.
I revel in mayhem, the more destructive the better.
I have a strong sense of fair play and always try to find the most equitable solution to arguments.
I would risk life and limb to discover a new culture or unravel the secrets of a dead one.
I love to share trivia about my house’s business.
Life’s an experiment, and I can’t wait to see what happens.
I use sarcasm and insults to keep a distance between myself and my crop-mates, because I don’t want to get attached to them.
I cultivate a single obscure hobby or study and eagerly discuss it at length.
Nature offers rich and abundant metaphors for understanding the complexities of life.
I’m so focused on the glorious afterlife that nothing in this life can shake my calm resolve.
Before I graduate, I want to achieve something mathematically impossible. I must leave a legacy!
I’m eager to explain every detail of my most intricate experiments and theories to anyone who shows the least bit of interest.
When I’m in doubt about revealing something, I assume it’s a secret, and I don’t share it.
I enjoy breaking delicate works of art. And fingers, which are sort of the same.
I’m a born gambler who can’t resist taking a risk for a potential payoff.
I hate to start fights, but I love to finish them.
The best way to get me to do something is to tell me I can’t do it.
I like to talk at length about my profession.
I do what my gut tells me.
I begin or end my day with small traditional rituals that are unfamiliar to those around me.
Some event from the past keeps worming its way into my mind, making me restless.
I always have a joke on hand when the mood gets too serious.
I have a lesson for every situation, drawn from observing nature.
Fame is more important to me than money.
I like to remind people of their inevitable demise.
It’s only a matter of time before I’ll be upper management. I just have to kiss up to my superiors and kick down those beneath me.
I indulge vice in excess to quiet my conscience.
Everyone is a critic, and I work to win them all over.
I have much to be proud of, but I am still just one strand in the grand, interwoven tapestry of life.
I love brewing up a new recipe, even if some might be repulsed by my choice of ingredients. Or the final product. Or both.
Like a wild animal, I lash out viciously when I’m provoked—and I’m easily provoked.
I keep multiple holy symbols on me and invoke whatever deity might come in useful at any given moment.
I enjoy using my skills to help those who lack those same skills.
I’m used to helping out those who aren’t as smart as I am, and I patiently explain anything and everything to others.
I always have a plan for when things go wrong.
I’m critical of monarchies and limits on the houses.
I’m uneasy if I can’t see plants growing or feel soil beneath my feet.
The perfect bet is out there somewhere. I just have to keep my eyes open.
I hate it when people try to make light of a serious situation.
I think of those in my care as my family, in a way that most people have trouble understanding. (Hazoret)
The common folk love me for my kindness and generosity.
I enjoy teasing acolytes and initiates with juicy tidbits of knowledge wrapped up in fiendishly difficult puzzles. (Kefnet)
I laugh off insults and never take them personally.
To me, a tavern brawl is a nice way to get to know a new city.
I’m going to befriend every single monster in this swamp if it’s the last thing I do.
I always wait before speaking, analyzing the situation for whichever angle is most advantageous to my goals.
When the sea is within my sight, my mood is jovial and optimistic.
I’ll say whatever I need to in order to maintain my high social status.
I’m used to the very best in life, and that’s a hard habit to break.
I am horribly, horribly awkward in social situations.
A signature piece of clothing or distinct weapon serves as an emblem of who I am.
I feel most at peace during physical exertion, be it exercise or battle.
I always want to know how things work and what makes people tick.
I enjoy testing other people’s patience.
My friends are my crew; we sink or float together.
I place no stock in wealthy or well-mannered folk. Money and manners won’t save you from a hungry owlbear.
I pace when standing and fidget incessantly when forced to sit.
I don’t part with my money easily and will haggle tirelessly to get the best deal possible.
My heart wasn’t in being a merchant, so I failed. I’m not all that keen on adventuring either, but I need the money.
I prefer saying the blunt truth over a pretty lie, and I don’t particularly care whose feelings I hurt.
I compulsively seek to collect trophies of my travels and victories.
I have a daily exercise routine that I refuse to break.
I prefer to solve problems without violence, but I finish fights decisively.
I plan for every contingency. Leave nothing to chance!
I throw my weight around to make sure I get my way.
No risk is too great for the rewards of defeating my enemies… and taking their stuff.
I assume that everyone needs even the most basic concepts explained to them.
I always keep my word—except when I’m commanded to break it.
Sarcasm and insults are my weapons of choice.
I’m a hopeless romantic, always searching for that “special someone”.
I’m one of Lady Luck’s favored. Anything I try is destined to succeed.
I’m happier in a dusty old tomb than I am in the centers of civilization.
I am ever learning how to be among others—when to stay quiet, when to laugh.
I behave like an extreme opposite of my persona.
I can stare down a hell hound without flinching.
I’m extremely fond of puzzles.
Every copper wants to be a silver. Each bet is an opportunity.
I know this dagger belongs to the company, but I’m sure they won’t miss it. Or this flask. Or this armor.
I am utterly serene, even in the face of disaster.
I strive to have no personality—it’s easier to forget what’s hardly there.
I express affection or contempt in ways that are unfamiliar to others.
I would rather observe than meddle
Never pass up the opportunity to make an easy bit of coin. That’s my motto.
I can’t be sure who I’ve swindled, cheated, or defeated, so I keep a low profile in public.
When I set my mind to something, I follow through no matter what gets in my way.
I misuse long words in an attempt to sound smarter.
Nothing is more important than life, and I never leave anyone in danger.
It’s not magic—or anything, really—if you do it only halfway. Whatever I do, I give it all I’ve got.
I’m convinced that people are always trying to steal my secrets.
I am always working on some project or other.
I’ve mastered the art of using humor as a defense, and I always have a charming joke ready.
I’m rude to people who lack my commitment to hard work and fair play.
My former boss was an idiot. So was my boss before that. And before that. I’m sure those were all coincidences.
I believe that uplifting my peers is the best way to succeed.
I never forget an insult against me or my house.
I derive genuine pleasure from the pain of others.
When I find a subject I’m interested in, I won’t stop studying until I know everything about it. It keeps me up at night.
I think of everything in terms of monetary value.
In the end, it’s all just entropy. Everything falls apart someday.
Nothing can shake my rock-hard focus. (Oketra)
I am dependable.
I enjoy solitude as an opportunity to plan my victory. (Bontu)
Remember, I could kill you in your sleep. Or put centipedes in your bedroll.
I connect everything that happens to me to a grand, cosmic plan.
Anything worth doing is worth doing best.
Flattery is my preferred trick for getting what I want.
I enjoy doing things others believe to be impossible.
I’m not afraid of hard work—in fact, I prefer it.
I will never get out of my famous parent’s shadow, and no one else will ever understand this burden.
I am unmoved by the wrath of nature.
I can’t resist prying into anything forbidden, since it must be terribly interesting.
I can find common ground between the fiercest enemies, empathizing with them and always working toward peace.
Thinking is for other people. I prefer action.
My superiors are smarter and wiser than I am. I do what I’m told.
I thrive on esoteric lore. The more obscure the historical references I can include in everyday conversation, the better.
When I arrive at a new settlement for the first time, I must learn all its customs.
I’ve lost too many friends, and I’m slow to make new ones.
I need long stretches of quiet to clear my head.
I’m a stickler when it comes to observing proper etiquette and local customs
I love gold but won’t cheat a friend.
It doesn’t matter if the whole world’s against me. I’ll always do what I think is right.
I enjoy being strong and like breaking things.
I fall in and out of love easily, and am always pursuing someone.
I’m easily startled, but I’m not a coward.
Sometimes I give voice to the whispers of the rot, which I hear but no one else does.
I am no common criminal; I am a mastermind.
I never accept that I’m out of my depth.
When I don’t have a reason to smile, I’m miserable.
I know a story relevant to almost every situation.
I love, fight, and feast with equal zeal. (Hazoret)
I never raise my voice or lose my temper.
I don’t pay attention to the risks in a situation. Never tell me the odds.
I change my mood or my mind as quickly as I change key in a song.
I don’t like to sit idle.
I feel the pains and joys of everyone around me, friend or foe.
I have different assumptions from those around me concerning personal space, blithely invading others’ space in innocence, or reacting to ignorant invasion of my own.
The job is everything to me. Who needs relaxation, hobbies, and a social life?
I like a job well done, especially if I can convince someone else to do it.
I’ll settle for nothing less than perfection—in myself, in my cropmates, in everything.
If these classes have taught me anything, it’s that reality is a lie, and nothing matters. So why bother?
When I get an idea, I am single-minded in its execution—even if it’s a terrible idea.
When I am at peace, I am an oasis of perfect calm in the world. When I am roused to anger, I am an embodiment of terror. (Kefnet)
I have an endless supply of cautionary tales related to the sea.
I’m driven by a wanderlust that led me away from home.
I was, in fact, raised by maaka.
I approach every task with the same high degree of military precision.
I smear the blood of my enemies over my skin.
I’m willing to listen to every side of an argument before I make my own judgment.
I’m always humming an old tune from my past.
I sleep with my back to a wall or tree, with everything I own wrapped in a bundle in my arms.
I am accustomed to enjoying the finest pleasures money can buy.
Everything I do, I do gracefully and deliberately, and with complete confidence. (Oketra)
When I see others struggling, I offer to help.
Luck favors me, and I take risks others might not.
Even my competitors said I was affable and talented. Those traits should serve me well.
Obstacles exist to be overcome.
No one could doubt that I am a cut above the masses of pitiful peasants that infest the city.
The law doesn’t protect the honest and the hard working. I’m going to do whatever needs to be done to make things right.
I can’t think of anything to look forward to.
You might think I’m a scholar, but I love a good brawl. These fists were made for punching.
I face problems head-on. A simple, direct solution is the best path to success.
I am working on a grand philosophical theory and love sharing my ideas.
Nothing can shake my optimistic attitude.
I have always tried to make the best of a bad situation.
I’m enthusiastic about everything my house does.
Unlike people, the beasts of the wild are friends who won’t stab me in the back.
Nothing rattles me; I have a lie for every occasion.
Like roots growing through stone, I am relentless and determined in my action.
My righteous wrath is easily inflamed by the slightest iniquity.
I’m lucky like you wouldn’t believe.
I love sketching and designing objects, especially boats.
I have no patience with people who get in my way.
The leader of my community had something wise to say on every topic, and I am eager to share that wisdom.
No one can fake a smile, a handshake, or an interested nod like I can.
I see omens in every event and action. The gods try to speak to us, we just need to listen.
I have a strong code of honor or sense of propriety that others don’t comprehend.
If I can be everyone’s friend, I’ll always have support.
I love being on the water but hate fishing.
Instead of confronting my negative emotions, I channel them into explosive artistic displays.
I represent my house and take pride in my looks.
I prefer the company of those who aren’t like me, including people of other races
I have a hard time staying focused on… oh, and my brain tends to jump from one… did I mention focus?
I once ran twenty-five miles without stopping to warn to my clan of an approaching orc horde. I’d do it again if I had to.
I’m quick to jump to extreme solutions. Why risk a lesser option not working?
I lie about almost everything, even when there’s no reason to.
I must know the answer to every secret. No door remains unopened in my presence.
I never stop smiling.
I feel tremendous empathy for all who suffer.
I scorn those who can’t survive away from the comforts of the city.
I get really excited about my ideas and I can’t wait to talk about them and start putting them into practice and tinkering with them and I want to tell you about how exciting it all is!
I stretch the truth for the sake of a good story.
I get bored easily. When am I going to get on with my destiny?
I dislike bargaining; state your price and mean it.
I like to squeeze into small places where no one else can get to me.
I enjoy sailing into new ports and making new friends over a flagon of ale.
I’ll settle for nothing less than perfection.
Everything in this world dies eventually. The question is, what will you do with the time you have left?
I have a joke for every occasion, especially occasions where humor is inappropriate.
I never pass up a friendly wager.
I have a personal ritual, mantra, or relaxation method I use to deal with stress.
I love hearing about other people’s nightmares.
I enjoy being out in nature; poor weather never sours my mood.
To prosper, you have to be in control.
I put my knowledge of anatomy to use by narrating the injuries my enemies suffer in grisly detail.
I’ve read every book in the world’s greatest libraries—or I like to boast that I have.
I’m beginning to feel like the gods are not on my side.
My language is as foul as an otyugh nest.
I might fail, but I will never give up.
Great ideas are fine, but great results are what counts.
I hide scraps of food and trinkets away in my pockets.
I have morbid interests and a macabre aesthetic.
I’ve enjoyed fine food, drink, and high society among my temple’s elite. Rough living grates on me.
I can’t stand to spend a zib more than necessary to purchase what I need.
My favor, once lost, is lost forever.
I didn’t have the cutthroat attitude necessary to succeed. I won’t make that mistake again.
I believe that anything worth doing is worth doing right. I can’t help it—I’m a perfectionist.
I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.
This company is so much better than my previous one. It will always be the best until they stop paying me.
I’m good at hiding my true thoughts and feelings.
Rich folk don’t know the satisfaction of hard work.
I’m full of inspiring and cautionary tales from my military experience relevant to almost every combat situation.
I train hard so that I can play hard at the end of the day. I fully expect to play even harder in the glorious afterlife, but I’m not in a hurry to get there.
I get restless when life in the city feels too tame, too safe. (Rhonas)
I love a good insult, even one directed at me.
The job is important, but the relationships I forge with my coworkers are even more so.
I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I use satire as a way to undermine the teachings of the other gods. (Bontu)
I blow up at the slightest insult.
I’m always polite and respectful.
No one could doubt by looking at my regal bearing that I am a cut above the unwashed masses.
I can’t stand it when things are predictable, so I like to add a little chaos to every situation.
My honor is more important to me than my life.
I’m well known for my work, and I want to make sure everyone appreciates it. I’m always taken aback when people haven’t heard of me.
I laugh heartily, feel deeply, and fear nothing.
I let people underestimate me, revealing my full competency only to those close to me.
I’m a pack rat who never throws anything away.
I am convinced that everything inclines toward constant improvement.
I believe I’m always the smartest person in the room. And I’ll prove it, even if no one asks me to.
I’m always picking things up, absently fiddling with them, and sometimes accidentally breaking them.
Nothing is certain. Planning is a coward’s act.
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