Cola’ri has lived in Irrinor his entire life with his parents, who are often away much to his despair. His mother has always tried to tell him the history and stories of the past but Cola’ri has only ever been interested by the culture and languages of the land. He’s always been fascinated with ancient elven language and has often tried to find older elves who know the language – unfortunately, those who know it have been reluctant to teach him so he only knows a limited amount of words. As a hobby he actively seeks out interesting individuals or foreigners and inquires about their culture, charmed by the inquisitive elf many passing through have given him trinkets, most elves try to get rid of him if he ever starts speaking. On occasion, he goes on patrols around the near forests in search of birds and for loose feathers-he never ventures too far. As a lot of his hobbies are dependent on a certain situation to occur he has also tried to take up archery like his father and is getting ok at it (not the best but ok).
Cola’ri is skittish but confident if you are an interest to him.
Character Name: Cola'ri
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Cola'ri has messy brown hair and has yellow eyes. He wears a messy green top with markings and dark boots/trousers. Often he's covered in feathers.
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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