In the Kingdom of Haense, I was born to Matthieu and Lucile Toussaint. I had two brothers and a sister, Stephane, Auguste, and Renee, who, including me, all loved to hunt, fish, and wrestle. Our family sold furs, skins, meat, and other things from animals at market places. We were Haeseni Highlanders, and our religion was, and still is for me, Canonism. Growing up fighting, and learning how to use many different weapons, all four of us became very strong and skilled in the sort. We never received an education because our parents thought it was stupid, and would never be put to use; I completely agree. My best friends, Theo Lefeuvre and Roland Pretre, would always hunt, fish, and wrestle with my brothers and I. They would sometimes come along on business trips with my father and I to big cities, it amazed all of us of how big and noisy it was. Though we didn’t Heartlanders that much, we would often go to Helena to sell goods to great buyers. When I was 12, Roland bought a pack of cigars, and gave Theo and I each one. We were already drinking, and I planned to try smoking soon, so Theo and I both started smoking, and I haven’t stopped. Sadly, when I was 13, Theo and his family moved away to Reza for more profit. Again, when I was 15, Roland moved as well to Reza, but they still sent me letters, and I would once in a while go to visit them, but it wasn’t the same as it used to be in the countryside. Eventually, Stephane and Auguste, being older, went and started their own careers, Stephane being a tailor oddly enough, and Auguste became a merchant in Reza. Renee was planning to just stay home with our parents, and help them with their business. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do. I just plan to walk the country side, hoping to find a steady job and raise a family.
II. Read the scenario below this box and type out inside of this box how your character might respond. Your response must be at least four sentences long and include at least one action and at least one piece of dialogue surrounded by quotes.
He looks the man over, seeing he is well dressed, and gets a little angry. Not thinking it through, he automatically assumes he’s a nobleman. But, he withstands his urges to yell at him, and holds out his hand for him to shake. “Ello sir.” He’d say a little cheerful, but still a little sceptical of the man. “I seek wealth and a steady job.” He shows a slight smile. “Now, it was great meetin’ ya, but i must be goin’, can’t waste daylight can we?” He would walk off into the stalls to buy some necessities.
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