Throy was born in Caras Eldar, son of a librarian and a housewife. His life was pretty mundane. Staying at home reading books he would spend hours reading them, fantasizing about adventurers and wizard. He would always dream of learning magic and being the “sages” like the multiples races roaming in his cityhis hunger of knowledge keep consuming him until he found out about the grand library of Dragur, the sheer amount of information about magic is gigantic, the call of adventure was unbearable. Yet one problem remain, what would his parent think about his decision ? It’s obvious that his father will want him to take the family library and his mother as protective as she is will just want him to stay in the village and avoid any kind of danger. It’s because of this reasons that he took the immature decision to run from home in his 20 to make a name for himself. He wasn’t an orphan, not a noble, not a genius, not a knight. He was just an airhead wanting to be the hero of his own story
Character Name: Throy
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: Throy is a young man in his twenty, having blach hair tied up in a ponytail. wearing ragged clothes it's obvious that his hygiene is in a sad state
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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