Grew up simple in the depths of sunlit Dunshire. Looking down at the streets on an average day, watching the other children steal and cause havoc. Knowing to himself that he is above, both literally and socially. If the day drew near, nothing would change. To bed early and to rise early to start the studies again. Educated by his loved mother, the grasp she had on his life never lifted until her death. Fortunately and not that was 4 years ago at the age of 28. Now he stands under the rain without an umbrella. Seeing how miserable the world can get.
Character Name: Erl Boe
Character Race: Halfling
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: A wide eyed stump, with exceeding upper half proportions. Probably only his mother could explain what caused the round stomach and such small calfs.
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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