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Maenien grew up in the forests outside of Linandria. She was not very well known in her nomadic way of life. She hunted on her own and knew her way around the woods. She learned to speak from travelers who passed her in the forests. In fact, everything she owned once belonged to those who came from the cities. She became curious--curious about where she came from, where the merchants came from, and where everyone was going. Her adventure begins in the great city of Linandria--the most diverse Elven City in the Dominion of Malin. She is star-struck by the art and beauty of the city. All she wants is to explore and interact with the people of Atlas.

Maenien is prideful and often blows up at insults. She is polite, brave, but stubborn. She is very quick on her feet, but clumsy if she isn’t focused. She can take a hit is she needs to. She wears a cape and a fit shirt--loose enough for quick movement but tight enough so it doesn’t get in the way. Her brown pants are cut and the waist is tied (they’re far too big for her). She tucks them into her black boots. She wears leather braces around her forearms for extra protection. Her hair is wild and a dark brown. There is a faded scar across her face, cuts decorate her hands, and fresh and old scars run up her back. She has forgotten the stories of the small ones.

Maen is just looking to explore and get to know the world around her and find out who she. She can hunt and pull her own weight in combat. She can also dance up a storm and light up any room.

Character Name: Maenien

Character Race: Wood Elf

Character Gender: Female

Character Age: 39

Physical Description: Maenien is on the more muscular side, 130lbs. She has dark green eyes; long, braided, brown hair; darker skin; and a sharp face that's always smiling.

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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