Aurelia has always been known as a pacifist. She's never wanted to go to battle, even during the military training, she'd occasionally wander off while nobody was look to find small creatures. She lived with her parents, who both influence her to join the army like a Normal girl her age. Even though her parent's questioned her, she loved her family no matter what. Other than her parents, she had an older brother, who despite her odd ways, he always encouraged her. A couple years ago (prior to now) her brother was killed, He came home badly wounded while returning from The Kingdom of Urguan. Aurelia went to his funeral without her parents, who were embarrassed to be around her. She now wears a silver ring, with a small jewel embedded on the top, around a neck. Occasionally, she'll remember the day her brother cared for a scar on her hand, from innocently playing with one of her fathers small daggers, but she often trying to block those memories out of her mind. She's now wandering the realm, trying to help anyone, or anything, she can.
Character Name: Aurelia Neige
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 23
Physical Description: She has silver hair, with a slight purple tint, pale skin, with dark amethyst eyes. She wears somewhat fancy attire, mainly being a grey-cyan dress.
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?”
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"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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