Charlotte grew up relatively normally, though being orphaned from birth due to reasons unknown, she grew up with a foster family, dabbling in the study of Wyrvun, as well as some other literature. Growing up in a peaceful city, frequently keeping to herself for the large majority of her early life with her foster-family and close friends. Further on she became curious of the outside world, hearing of many things outside the city and reading of the many stories of large and powerful empires, each with their own history, particularly showing interest in the Dominion’s history. After much debate and arguing with her foster-parents, they allowed her to leave home and explore the known world herself. Now she often spends her time travelling. She is usually friendly, but somewhat distant and quiet, some might even confuse her for being rude for her lack of motivated response when it’s really just her serene behavior most of the time. After spending her first 60 years in safety, she’s now stepping out into the open world after speaking to a family member.
Character Name: Charlotte Grimlore
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 60
Physical Description: White, neat short hair, pale turquoise eyes, normal height and slightly scruffy clothing.
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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