A young descendant of the Thuln’diraar - Tundrak; Ardalion Nividhl is no stranger to complicated politics and subtle word play in the isolated Princedom of Fenn. Fatherless, Ardalion is looked down upon and has little family connections to benefit on. Unlike his kin, Ardalion has a restless spirit; he has constantly looked beyond the high mountain walls of the Citadel, wondering what else exists in the world. Ardalion is a sucker for history and politics, and hopes to rise in power and gain influence. Ardalion has served in militant watchgroups for Talar'ikur and has trained extensively in the art of combat-- his mind, body, and spirit are attuned to harshness and endurance. Begetting his past, Ardalion spends most of his time indulging in luxuries; ancient literature and popular Elf victuals.
He’s set on leaving Talar'ikur and seeing the world for himself, while remaining devoted to his roots.
Character Name: Ardalion Nividhl
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 118
Physical Description: A tall, thin man in gray furs and gray armor. Upon closer inspection, his hair is short, in the military style, and pure white.
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.))
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"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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