((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
If you’re stuck on what to add, consider the following:
- Your character’s family (parents, siblings, etc.)
- Where your character is from (include a real place on the map)
- What kind of environment was your character raised in
- Why your character left home
The Stranded Pirate
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Silas, Captain of the Black Pearl, Leader of the Blue Horizon.
Silas grew up, unsurprisingly, on a ship. Being raised by a bunch of drunkards that titled themselves pirates he would mostly be at sea since birth. Unsure about his own birthplace he usually just told people "the ocean birthed me" and went on about his day. After years of being on sea, learning how to lie, murder, and steal he took over the crew he was once raised in. At 18 he led the newfound "black pearl" around the oceans of Azuras. Until an unfortunate slip up, a thunderous day, and far to many headaches to deal with. His ship sank, his crew with it. Now stranded and wandering inside the Kingdom of Norland.
The traveler 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…
He lifted his head, his hazy eyes staring for a few seconds before he responded "I come from...the ocean of course.." He chuckled into his own hands, the chuckle sounding rough as if his throat was a cage of sandpaper "I'm just trying to live, as for now that's all I got. My life and the clothes on my back."
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