I was born in Cyrislburg, Atlas. As a child I started to handle myself with the sword, I was good at fighting. My cousin Alexander Merentel was one of the first to emigrate to Arcas.
Due to the fact that I've travelled to so many different nations and heard so many different languages I've never been completely fluent in the common tongue. A lot of years ago, my parents died in the trip to Arcas and I arrived in these lands and then I decided to go live with my cousin, Alexander II Merentel, who was also a curonian like him. That's why he departed to Avalain, the capital of the Kingdom of Curonia, where he expects to meet with his cousin. My cousin plans to build a barony very soon and I'd like to serve him and to achieve glory for my familiy: the House of Merentel. And may this be our motto: Semper Fidelis!
Character Name: Daemon Merentel
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Black hear, dark brown eyes, white skin, normal height, thin. He use a cap with his heraldry (a grey wolf with red eyes in a black background).
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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