Arkan grew up in the Dominion's high elf district with his 2 high elf parents. He hated living in the city of Caras Eldar due to the terrible, and miserable elves he would see in the other districts according to his eyes. His parents said it was just because the Mage's Guild was here, but he did not care, and he certainly did not trust magics that were placed in such a backwards nation. One day he decided to see the other districts himself and was surpirsed to see how many different races were there, and how much knowledge was being passed around. He was coming to the age of maturity now, and he decided to go and ask for a job. A wood elf told him that he'd give him a job as a wood worker if Arkan taught him how to read on the side. For many years the 2 grew close, until his friend was killed by Orc raiders. He was angry, and did not want to see the city he loved anymore, as it reminded him of his friend too much, and so he headed to the high elf city of Haelun'or.
Character Name: Vorak Leronthal
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 145
Physical Description: A lanky, pale high elf who has a dagger with him at all times.
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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