Anna Alva, she wake up on one of the island betwen Kaz'Ulrah and the dominion.
At her wake up, the sound of the ocean on the dust with a terrible headache was her welcome, she stay face against the sand, waiting just the pain to go, or the sound and the smell.
After a time she sit on the sand, trying to remember anything, all she can do was to hear other voice.
She get up and start to talk with them, but only joke and misery they speak.
Anna eat the berry she could eat on the island then try to swim to the continent with the rest of strengh she have.
When she arrive at the cost, her dress was heavy on her back, she just lay down on the ground and sleep there.
The morning who follow, she started to look for civilisation.
Walked to Daeland.
Character Name: Anna Alva
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 45
Physical Description: A woman with a pale skin, the lips are in a grey pink like a lack of blood, she wear an old dress who are, mended, mess up, she long black hair.
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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