Galomir doesn't remember much of his young life, growing up in a small hamlet between the Timberwoods and the Forkwoods. He does remember the blind baker, old Mister Fennick Fenrose, teaching him how to cook and talk proper. He never cared cared that he was an orc, though Galomir suspected because he couldn't see. Either way, life was easy selling pastries, cakes, and foodstuffs to the more privileged folk, in exchange for goods and favors. Galomir never manned the front, usually staying in the kitchen because of the way people looked at him. Rumors and ideas started to float around, and knowing he never would truly belong in old Mister Fennick's life, he left, taking his supplies, a couple essentials, and a few snacks for the road. He now wanders, selling his foods and sharing his stories, though he avoids the orcish lands, knowing of what they do to the "Whitewashed" folk.
Character Name: Galomir Fenrose
Character Race: Orc
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 24
Physical Description: He stands at 6'8, with broad shoulders, and a large toothy grin. Back hair covers his head and chin, unkempt. His skin has a green hue.
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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