Markus was born into a pretty humble family in Haense, with 2 brothers and a living father and mother. The family hunted for most of their food but didn’t have much money. However, they had the food necessary to keep living, and the beer to forget the problems with money. Being raised with hunting, he is a really good archer, and due to his skills was given an heirloom hunting knife made from Bear bone. However, during a hunting trip, he got a little bit too cocky and nearly had his eye clawed out by a wolf. This left his left eye nearly blind and leaving a nasty scar running the length of his left eye. At the age of 15, he developed a beard, and for some reason, decided to keep it at around 6 inches in terms of length. Despite his parent’s concern, he does this with a double-sided dagger. Once he reached the ripe age of 19, he decided to go and enlist in the military, to try and earn more money for his family, and for a sword. So, he heads to the recruiter in the city of Reza, to enlist.
Character Name: Markus Ryall
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: A tall man with brown hair, around 6ft. 4in. with a glorious brown beard. He is wearing clothes made from bear and elk skin, with a scar on his eye.
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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