Saphric’ia ran away from the Citadel at age 16, due to mistreatment in military training and by her parents, currently, she is constantly on the move from place to place throughout Arcas and Atlas, currently she resides on the outskirts of Sutica. Saphric’ia, like many elves, has a natural love of learning and books, thus spends much of her free time reading, writing, learning, and studying. Saphric’ia enjoys traveling and meeting many new people, however becomes quite nervous among other elven races, thus she mainly visits human and dwarf controlled kingdoms whilst promoting her merchant and scholar “renaissance woman” career. Saphric’ia has never had any true romantic connections, but is seemingly a hopeless romantic. She also loves humanitarian work and always helps those in need. Due to a lack of a proper childhood, Saphric’ia is incredibly playful when alone and free of her social discomfort. Finally, Saphric’ia is a lesbian snow elf, hoping one day to find a wife! (lol)
Character Name: Saphric'ia Mayiele Silvyr
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 50
Physical Description: She's approximately 6ft tall, and quite lean and lanky, with short blonde hair, she has one purple eye and one blue eye, and a signature sweet smile!
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.))
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"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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