Malcolm was a farmer that grew up in the North in Markev. The North was really cold so there was not a lot he could grow there other than mushrooms and trees. This is what he farmed for a living until his parents died, once they died he got sad and he decided to move in to Markev.
Once he moved in to Markev he always aspired to join up with the army there as their men were trained, equipped and fed as well as provided with a bunk bed. This, for the last year is what Malcolm had wanted to do - find an army recruiter and join it. For now he's been living in a small room in one of the corners of Markev that borders the cold grimy wall. He wanted more than this and he thinks that by joining the army it will provide the best opportunities for him so that is where we will seek out in Atlas.
Character Name: Malcolm
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Malcolm looks rough around the edges, dirtied up and has scars across his rough coarse hands! Brown clothes, black hair and brown eyes!
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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