Born in 1693, in Atlas, in Presa de Madera to be more exact, he was an only child. Raised by his father, who was a lumberjack, he learned to use an axe, and his mother taught him basic education. When he was about 16, his father contracted Grish, and passed after a few weeks. His mother, not being able to bear the death of her husband, hung herself. After his mother and father’s death, he left his home to venture out into the world in search of more answers, a meaning to his life, leaving everything behind except a satchel made by his mother, filled with food, and his father’s axe. Now he roams cities, often drinking and getting into fights with people bigger than him, which he almost always loses. He can’t help it though, he likes to think he inherited his short-tempered attitude from his father. He continues this, wandering, looking for something more to his life.
Character Name: Albion
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 27
Physical Description: He's about average in height, being 5'10, with an above average muscular build. He has blue markings on his chest, and always looks rather grumpy.
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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