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Longtooth shifter wizard

A caged animal. That's what they called you, and that's what you felt like in the big city. A strange place, where men with swords chased you for eating whatever you liked and sleeping wherever you liked. A place where your very freedom is sold to pay off your crimes. The magistrate said he understood your savage ways, and that you could not be blamed for your crude, undeveloped mind. You got off easy: two years indentured servitude to the local enchanter. He was a lazy, arrogant man, who had you run and fetch for him. For months you cleaned and toted for him, and he let you sleep in the basement with the castoff spellbooks and overflow of tomes. You know you are no mere beast, and that you have intelligence that the city-dwellers dare not recognize. If you were more boastful, you might even entertain the notion that you might have a greater talent for magic than the wizard himself.

Next build:

Orc shielding cleric.

You knew from the start that you weren't cut out for the sneaking and backstabbing for which your race is so famous. You always felt better with the weight of armor on your shoulders and the heft of a blade in your hand. In order to further make your mark on the world, you delved into arcane combat techniques. Now, while your brethren lurk about and try not to get squashed, you wade into combat without fear. You are an arcane juggernaut, anathema to your culture. And that's what makes you all the more impressive.

Next:

a deva invoker of Asmodeus

Demons, chaos, evil...all are associated with violence and depravity. Only the truly enlightened see the ease with which this generalization may be exploited. You are the opposite of the typical presumption, a learned pacifist with an even demeanor and a rational manner of thinking.

People can't believe your faith and allegiances when they meet you, when they hear you speak, and that is your greatest advantage. Your attitude plants the all-important seed of doubt in the minds of others: if this person is so...normal...what does that mean about the assumption of alignment? Perhaps your sermons will be heard by an open mind, earning you yet another convert. Father Dagon has shown us that subtlety is often the best way to spread chaos and misery.

And now, the next one:

A warforged stalker shaman

The gentle rocking of your river craft lulled you to sleep as a babe. Now as an adult you find the waters are more alive then the very life that surounds it. It eats, it breaths, it even speaks to those who know how to listen. You are one of those. While your friends would go to shore to find work or to sell trinkets to the other races, you contended yourself with swimming in the changing curents. When people raided your peoples boats it was you that called upon the river to save you and your kin, and it answered, just not in time. Though the people were driven off your kin died. Seeking to aid you in your time of grief the primal spirits granted you the power to turn into an otter. To frolick in waters and find joy in your new world.

Githzerai Barbarian