Ogrith Duskfoot
Hello my name is Ogrith Duskfoot. I'm 21 years old. I was normally bullied in the village.
I never really liked fighting anyone else in fear for someone to fight me back.
I had a very VERY rough childhood, my parents didn't really like me because of how I looked and lived.
My father was a farmer, that got me interested in farming so now I am a full time farmer.
I had one particular friend his name was Rurouc Bonebrand.
He died in a tragic attack on Kaz' Ulrah that got me scared of fighting.
- Ogrith Duskfoot
Character Name: Ogrith Duskfoot
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 21
Physical Description: I am a Farmer and I'm peaceful. Eye color: Brown. Hair color: Brown. Age 27.
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.))
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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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