Bodin was born in Ruriksgrad. A drive to see the world took him to the ocean, in search of... well, who knows. His disregard for formal training, "Nah, I can probably get this right." crash-landed him on a strip of uninhabited coast. Starving, delusional, and with a concussion that would cost him his mind and memory, Bodin resorted to frying spiders and anything he could catch to survive. Years later, he's found his way back to civilization. His thoughts in tatters, he now searches for his family to apologize... or grieve.
Character Name: Bodin
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 51
Physical Description: An old man with a massive nose hands, frequently bruised or scratched skin, and a beard that seems to move of its own accord.
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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