Found close to the city of Linandria, nobody knows where this elf originally comes from, making him the outcast of the wood elfs, but at the same time someone who nobody hates, because there are no seed argument and wars tied to him, making him a frequent judge of those kinds of such quarrels. He roams around, making money by shooting and selling game to anyone wanting to buy some. His frequent travelling makes him known to most of the civilized woods.
Character Name: Gwathren Itauro
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 128
Physical Description: A shadow. That's what they see. But he has brown eyes, brown hair, and you never see his mouth.
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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