A tall man standing six foot two with short dark hair, haphazardly cut as to keep it from obstructing his view. A thin man, far more fond of the woods and road less traveled than that of a crowded city street. Cato was raised a cautious man, his father teaching all he truly needed to live, how to cook, how to fish and how to thrive. The world provides all that one may need, more than those of the cities would find, more than is needed for him to have. His mother taught him how to sew, how to hunt and how to forage safely. His family resided within the walls of Markev, safe and well enough off, but for how long? He knew all to well of the results of the Northern wars, how long before another tried to claim his freedom or life? He did not wish to live out his days waiting for some other threat to try and claim his peoples freedom, he would not wait like a tied lamb for the wolfs to draw near. He would carve his own path forwards, and much like the rising sun, he raced to greet the new horizon as tho it would be the last.
Character Name: Cato Raamsalus
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 25
Physical Description: A tall dark haired man, bearded and wearing animal hide for clothing. Scars riddle his body tho faint and hidden beneath clothing.
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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