Asmund Marrson, only son of a couple of farmers, was born in the outskirts of the Kingdom of Hanseti-Ruska. From young age his mother teached him to farm while his father teached him how to fish in a river nearby. Fighting was never his best, his only fight was against a wild boar which he miserably lost against. Their parents never wanted him to follow that type of career as, in his father words, was a "certain death job". From month to month his uncle, a merchant from Markev would visit his remaining family, teaching young Asmund how to read and write in common and marian, so he could have a different perspective of the world. Years had passed and Asmund was still working on the farm, when on a certain day before his 23rd aniversary, his parents told him they promised him to marry his 3rd cousin, Viria. Asmund, not liking the situation, grabbed his dunkey and rided him away from there. The young ginger is now looking to set home in the capital and to achieve more knowledge.
Character Name: Asmund Marrsson
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 23
Physical Description: Ginger, green eyed and with a muscular type of body. He's a tall highlander, 1,93m (6'2) and 93kg. He's usually seen with his fishing outfit.
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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