Joil was born 75 years ago in the King of Renatus. Joil spends a lot of his time roaming around the streets of Renatus, a place where he met the ones and loved, and saw them die. Joil spends a large amount of his time travelling the world and ironically enough, fighting for peace. Back in his younger years, Joil used to be a fighter, however witnessing his mother and father being slain in a fight with two other warriors, he vowed to try and stop all fighting throughout the lands. While Joil's health is deteriorating, he continues to push through the physical pain to make the best of his final years. Joil is also very patient, and kind. However, he is extremely sensitive on the subject of his family, especially his parents. Mentioning them often will trigger Joil to become angry, and act accordingly. Joil is in enough financial health to retire, however prefers to continue to work, as he believes this calms him down. He spends these working hours writing stories and selling them at his book store, and these stories often have clues to his past.
Character Name: Joil Diagak
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 75
Physical Description: Joil would be described as old, wise, and physically as having a white beard, brown cap, purple shirt, and green pants.
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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