Evermore Finn
Evermore is a High elf born and raised in Okarn'thilln. Her eyes are said to be the color of ice or a crystal, her hair a fair blonde like sunshine hidden by mist, her skin matching that of the well known Larihei. Although she is young, only 18, she is already gaining so much knowledge. She reads almost as much as she breathes. Her parents were the kind to look down on those who've done wrong in their kind much like police, but Evermore was more of the rare type to consider all races into everything that was accounted for. When Ever turned 11 her parents seemed to have vanished, it's quite a mystery what happened to them, but the memories with them are vivid to her. Sometimes Ever wonders if her parents were caught doing wrong and executed, maybe they found an alter just like Lomal and had to be punished. She would never know, but all that matters to her is that she can still hold her families name and continue to learn amongst her race, possibly as a scholar.
Character Name: Evermore Finn
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: With a narrow face a beautiful pale girl with fair, sunshine hair has crystal blue eyes. Her hair is straight with a braid and goes below her waist.
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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