You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
((I won't lie, I had written up a much more elaborate backstory... only for it to be wiped when the skin file failed to upload due to me using firefox. I'm re-writing the important parts now, but understand it's trimmed for my own sanity while re-writing the application!))
*Didn't realize this was asking for third person descriptions. My bad!*
Hare's eyes dart around the tent, flicking curiously between the magically hovering candles, the tattered carpet on the ground, before finally resting on the hag. "Adventure, actually! It's the unique views and cultures I enjoy most, no matter how ghastly or strange the sights, and no matter how weird or confusing the cultures. I've lost my memory y'see, and adventuring has been helping me clear up some of the mist in the ol' noggin." She jokingly raps her knuckles against her forehead, accentuating the point she just made before she returns to speaking. "I'm not quite sure where I harken from, but I do know I want to stay on the move, maybe finding it and my memories someday. But, y'know, the chances of that happening are slim to none, so... I'll settle for the simple joy of feeling my feet against the path until that day does come."
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