You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
Alexanders eye brows raised and looked directly into the old hags eyes staring intentionally trying to place that familiar voice. He moved further away, almost backing up but still curious to see who was under neath that mask. He hated persoanal interactions and this was no different - he couldn't do anything but move backwards. He stopped dead in his tracks like medusa stopped him in his tracks. He took a depth breath and asked the old hag who she was with a very sharp and nervoud "Who are you?"
Characters backstory
Forgotten about as a child and kicked out as he wasnt able to speak. Then found someone who gave him purpose and taught him how to speak he owes his life to this person. his mum and dad dont know hes back as they never gave him a name and doesnt see them as their parents anymore and instead he sees this other figure as his parents. He cant control himself in some instances and is very hot headed and knows it so because of this hes very withdrawn and never talks to people unless needed too.
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