DekSoa

Dek'Soa is a tall, thick framed Dark elven woman. Dark hair is done up in a mass of dreads that tie into a thick knot at the back of her head, and thick corded muscle that hints at her fathers race. Born to an orc mother and a dark elven father, she grew up with orcish culture as her own. Dek's younger years were filled with activity and roaming of the land, fueled by her love for the outdoors and what felt as a physical need to work upon her body. By the time she finished growing, her body was covered in bulky muscle and the scars of lessons learned over the years. It was at this time, her early twenties, that old tensions with the people she had grown up with came to a head. Challenging her to a fight to settle things once and for all, Dek'Soa readily accepted. Though she was confident in her abilities, her opponent's full orcish blood lead to Dek losing spectacularly, his strength far too much for her to handle. Outcasted from the clan, she left home that night, living on the roads for many years. As Axios came to an end, she caught a ride with one of the smaller craft, paying with her labor. Money was made where she could manage, sleeping in a tent, at a strangers campfire, or if she was lucky an inn room. This ended upon her meeting Riv'su, a circle-less druid who was celebrating in an inn she happened to be drinking at. That night they decided to stick together, and their story continues.

Character Name: Dek'Soa Veru

Character Race: Dark Elf

Character Gender: Female

Character Age: 64

Physical Description: Dek'Soa is a tall, thick framed Dark elven woman. Black dreads, thick corded muscle, onyx skin, and cyan eyes.

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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