Arcantha, a High Elf hailing from the capital city of Okarn'thilln, is a history and philosophy enthusiast. She has spent most of her adult or matured years in the pursuit of knowledge. Always with her nose in a book or in the midst of an ancient relic of sorts, she studies them. Some could say she was obsessed. However, ever since she was old enough to understand the world around her, her true obsession has been being admitted to The Eternal College. It just so happens that her mother was a student and teacher at such an esteemed place of gathering. While her father devoted himself to justice and law upkeep. It was her job to teach; his to admonish. Arcantha's life growing up was very normal and in adherence to the culture of the high elves. At a young age, while the language is not spoken as common, she learned parts of the ancient elven language from her mother. From her father, she learned to abide and conform to the social norms. Overall, she is a completely competent and ordinary individual in relation to her people.
Character Name: Arcantha Morwen
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 52
Physical Description: Of average height and weight, this high elf has long white hair, pale green eyes, and fair skin. She commonly sports a white dress with no shoes.
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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