ArCiel Now • 100%
If I were DM, congrats! You're hidden backstory is that you were one of the most depraved rodeo clowns to ever have existed. You were patient zero of a necromantic crotch-rot epidemic plaguing your birth-nation to this very day. You traded your memories for the cure. No one recognizes you because you're not wearing your signature make-up and are wearing more than just chaps and a crazed grin.
Just posted this to the subreddit so I figured here too for posterity: >Be me >Be CN catfolk bard. >Be stuck in a nation that isn't too kind to beastfolk. >Passing through village with Adventurer's guild. >Go to adventurer's guild for work. >Only job they have for me is 'rat extermination'. >Job offers 5 copper. Not per rat. Just 5 flat. >"Job with a free lunch!" says guild clerk with a sneer. >WellFuckYouToo.jpg >"Fine I'll take it." >Get to home with rats. >Old lady lives there. >She's nice but poor. >Apparently she's a hoarder because a cursory look inside shows over 200 goddamn rats! >WTF! 5 Coppers for this?! >Fine. >Use Minor Illusion to throw my voice into the cellar to mimic a lion's roar. >Roll 19 Performance, not bad! >RAT TSUNAMI FLOODS OUT OF OLD LADY'S HOUSE INTO THE STREET! >Not a single rat left in the home. >Lady looks nonplussed but is grateful the rats are gone. Signs my completion document to get paid. >Strut to the guild for my 5 coppers feeling like the most dashing motherfucker around while the entire rest of the village now has a rat problem. >Buy cheap wine with the easiest 5 coppers ever earned.