Albion was born in Vira’ker. His parents were killed when he was young, so he a bit distrusting. He grew up a thief and is a massive drunk, causing his personality to have a massive change, making him act like an idiot. He can oftentimes be found in the tavern having a drink, even if he doesn’t have the money to buy one. He has a very pristine fighting style; when fighting, he thinks through everything carefully. He is very meticulous to make sure everything goes his way, but it is extremely hilarious when he’s drunk and trying to fight. He’s a huge drinker but a total light weight. When he was young, he attempted to sharpen his nails into claws, but it didn’t work out too well, so his fingers are scarred.
Character Name: Albion Salvatore
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Albion has long, white hair, red eyes, pale grey skin, and claws. He wears black scale male armor, and a black clack around the armor.
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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