I was born in Southwest Laurelin. Every since I was able to walk, I've climbed trees. In my home I keep watch for intruders since my agility makes me the fastest resident. I am often sent out on missions to collect resources, and I often stop and watch the humans as I travel. I dream of marrying one someday since I find them so fascinating. But that dream will never become true, since its against my culture to marry a human. A day in Atlas is always different. Sometimes we get bandits, or thieves, or evil drakes and dragons. One time, some bandits burned down my town. I became an orphan when I was 9 in a fire. Then I was adopted by my neighbors who taught me how to make my first bow. Now, they are like a second pair of parents to me. Some say that the fire was not on accident, but on purpose to make a sacrifice to Ceronunnos. As I rp, I will be exploring to find the truth about my parents.
Character Name: Ashley
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: They would see a girl in a flower dress that seems very shy who is singing to herself.
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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