Born during a cold winter, her family thought the tiny baby girl would be a sickly child like her older brother. They were dead wrong. Cluney spent her formative years tumbling around the hills in and around the Citadel in which she was born. Prone to fighting, the young elf had her fair share of broken bones. Due to her firey disposition, she was quickly snatched up by the local military. Her brother was almost constantly bedridden, and unable to join her. She left the military after 40 years and set off to travel, often writing home and sending gifts.
Young and inexperienced. She is generally hot headed and impatient. Surprisingly gentle/loving towards those she likes, loyal a fault.
She dislikes being in romantic relationships, having been scorned before.
Very fond of cats, large dogs, and rodents.
Extremely loyal to her country, although she dislikes how strict the military is. She was taken into the military at around 60, but left a little over 40 years later to venture out on her own.
Character Name: Cluney Ó Conghaile
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: Shorter than most elves, strong jaw, wide minty eyes, white hair is shaved in a undercut, almost a mullet. Strong arms, calloused hands. Broken nose.
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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