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I was born in the Kingdom of Kaz'Ulrah. My mother left me when I was a young bearding, too young to remember her. My father died when I was 14 when the onyx mine caved in and killed him. I then looked to petty crime like stealing bread to survive in the harsh world. I was found 2 years later by a rich dwarf how payed highly for onyx mining i was the smallest dwarf at the time being 3.5 feet tall. Using this to my advantage I got into places that others could not and obtained ton of onyx for my boss. I was later promoted to supervisor where I was then fired for the death of 9 other dwarfs in a mining accident. I was sent to trial where I was in a dwarf prison for 3 years. When in prison I met a very wise dwarf called "The elder" who told me that the humans had been sabotaging mines all over the realm. I made it my mission from then I kill human that come close to anything I loved. I was then bored. I went though a state of depression where i did nothing for months on end. Finally I came to the realization that i should find my mother. I went on a quest for 2 year and found nothing. I decided to find a passion. I started cooking, I fell in love with it. Then one day I felt an urge for power, I had never felt this before. I ignored it. The feeling grew, and grew and grew. Then one day I dropped every thing and left to start a new in the present.

Character Name: Loghoun Onyxhorn

Character Race: Dwarf

Character Gender: Male

Character Age: 22

Physical Description: I am a very hairy dwarf with a bad eye and temper, I am well built and am staggeringly ugly. I am a little pale with a long black beard. I'm 3.5 tall.

Roleplay Scenario: The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”

((How does your character respond? Please ensure your response is at least six sentences long, and uses at least two actions.))

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"Oh, I just, uh…" The traveler stutters, tensing up. They eye the crone, then back outside the shack. For a moment, the air thickens with anticipation, until…

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