As a youth Yavandir was quite a placid elf. He didn't like to bother anyone, including animals and all of the living beings. His life in Dominion of Maline was rather boring instead of breath-taking. He prefer spending his leisure on writing new stories about braveous heroes and studying complicated politcs, unfortunately with mediocre results, to revel with the others. Although he was rather an outsider, he could't have missed the oportunity to spend some time, even not exactly with, but nearby someone who didn't want to get rid of him. After many years Yavandir has finally developed a sense of community and started to be more rebust in relations with another elves.
Character Name: Yavandir
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 100
Physical Description: Yavandir looks like a common elf
His hairs looks like if they were cut by a blunt knife.
He is 190 cm tall, which makes him unreasonably proud.
His hairs looks like if they were cut by a blunt knife.
He is 190 cm tall, which makes him unreasonably proud.
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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