Durb is a poor yak milker who hails from the parched outskirts of Krugmar. A pariah from orcish society for his unremarkable physique and low combat ability, he lived in relative peace and calm until the expansion of the War Nation forced him to move south, where on one fateful evening he returned home to find his beloved yaks shot and dragged away by an oblivious human hunter. Now he wanders between the worlds of green and pink, searching for a purpose, a livelihood, or a new herd of yaks, wherever he may find it.
Character Name: Durb
Character Race: Orc
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Physical Description: Durb is large, green, and extremely uncanny looking. He has beady black eyes, a flattened nose, and an open, wheezing, bulldog mouth. Very paunchy.
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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