Viloet Hamson was born in Dunshire, she was the only child her parents gave birth to. Her father was a very troublesome person and got his family into dept. Since they were poor, the people decided to come to Viloet's house and take everything. But the worst thing they took was Viloet's mothers life. Her dad became depressed and abusive towards Viloet. So, because of the situation, Viloet became shy but yet still brave. Soon after, she decided to run away at the age of 6. Within a week of being homeless, she soon found a girl named Verna that's pretty much her age. They stuck together for about another week or two before a lady named Helga came to their rescue. During the time they spent with Helga, all Viloet did was read. Helga then decided that Viloet needed to be more productive and learn some skills of her own. Helga then taught her how to farm, cook, and hunt. Viloet was about 14 when she mastered those skills. Soon, Helga became too old to care for herself, so Viloet and Vera took care of her. After about 2 years, she died of old age. Verna and Viloet then had to live on their own.
Character Name: Viloet Hamson
Character Race: Halfling
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: Viloet Hamson is 2'5 with curly brown hair and dark soft brown eyes. Her skin is fairly pale and is the average weight with the normal build.
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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