The name Aland, bright as the sun, truly was foreshadowing this man’s future. Wait? That’s not right.
Aland grow up in impoverished conditions with little comfort in his dreary life. Thankfully, he was taken in as an apprentice at the local town’s blacksmith. It is here he learned his trade... Taking, near instantly, to the skills required to craft tools and armour for the people of his new town he soon grew bored of his job. Eventually, years later, he ran away from his increasingly tenuous career as a blacksmith; he made the jump to the not-so-different profession of goldsmithing. This is where he earned his name – his reputation.
This change in profession, however, didn’t last too long for he was forced to retire at an early age! For reasons unknown he felt he had to flee from his old town – leading him to the shores of Adria. And now he hopes, he prays, to start his new journey.
Character Name: Aland Goldsmith
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 35
Physical Description: Black beard, with a slight moustache. Black Hair and black eyes. Clearly a blacksmith / craftsman. Wearing his apron. Also starting to go bald..
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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