issam was born to a humble family. too young to know his mother’s homeland before it unified with his father’s, he was raised on stories of rolling dunes and feasts among strangers and friends, and trust that bloomed into love between a qalasheen soldier and santegian squire. while he never saw haria for himself, he has never felt particularly apart from it, either. the culture thrives in santegia, from fakhri lane to the city-wide bazaars. his mother taught him the necessity of both diplomacy and the blade: to be a peacemaker first, but a protector above all. she died upholding those teachings. he has slain, honoring them
Character Name: Issam
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: issam does not appear to be a dangerous man, though looks can be deceiving. harian and santegian ancestry lend themselves to a rich, olive complexion.
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.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"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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