Haakon grew up in a time of great turmoil, having seen his family estate burnt down and his family made bankrupt by actions of merciless raiders. Forced to by his poverty, Haakon left his family and struck out into the world with the intent to return to his family rich enough to rebuild their home and to help his people. It was at the age of 17 that he joined up with a local mercenary company and earned his ‘stripes’, training at length with his father’s heirloom axe and making somewhat of a name in his company as a great fighter! Over four years he saved up plenty of minas and decided to return home to his family.
But tragedy had struck again, and his family found themselves nearly hopelessly destitute and down a member; his father had perished of the Plague - the same kind as had once blighted Felsen - and left very little behind, bar the axe and. . . a letter. Within, Haakon found directions to the Kingdom of Norland, and made all haste to join their kingdom, having brought his family along in hopes of finding a new home for them all.
Character Name: Haakon Bearson
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 21
Physical Description: Haakon has brown hair, brown eyes and a shock of brown hair about his mouth. He wears typical fighting garb that is worn from years of mercenary work.
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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