Orym was a small child growing up, the runt of his generation. As he wasn't the biggest, the tallest, or the strongest he spent his time elsewhere studying academics whereas the other children would play, or take up apprenticeships. This time studying did not last long, as a child he was forced into military training just as all the other elves were, but his liking for academics at an early age would prove to be a great attribute which carried into adulthood. As he finished up his military training, Orym would return home to his parents only to find them slaughtered in their beds from a Snow Elf purge, conducted by High Elves several months earlier. Fearing his life would be lost in the next purge, Orym set off to the tundra and would spend the next hundred-fifty years of his life in an abandoned citadel.
Character Name: Orym Iliris
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 178
Physical Description: A stubby pale elf, standing at 5'9", with hair white as the snow and cold blue eys. What he loses in stature makes up for in muscles.
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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