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It seems like thousands of years since i was taken from my home. I went through hell trying to withstand the training from my school and the contempt from the other people.
After all, I managed to distinguish among all. In 1645 when Confederation of Hammers was founded, I practised a lot through my jobs. When Atlas Coalition War took place in 1660, I got hired in many places and slayed hundreds upon hundreds of monsters.
They say, I was born to be a monster slayer. Sometimes, I think about my daughter’s future... You know... I would never risk her life because of my job... It’s a cruel, dangerous and demanding job.
After all, I will always do my best to protect my loved ones...
Character Name: Wiedzmin
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 107
Physical Description: I am a white haired man (Milk-white), with dark amber eyes like a wolf.
(1.86 height)
(pale skin)
(2 easily recognisable scars in face)
(1.86 height)
(pale skin)
(2 easily recognisable scars in face)
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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