A snow elf, born in Fenn, went under military training at the age of 15 and was one of the most talented members of his class. Although talented, and fierce in combat, the way of the snow elves and their rigid rules led him to bring upon a rebellious personality. Through his father's teachings of politics, he, Once finished with his training, ran away from his homeland, leaving his loved ones behind, including his father. Searching for true freedom in other kingdoms and cities, he encountered many in his path, but none made an impression on him quite like the Dwarves. Their nonchalant way of talking and their boldness attracted him to their culture, but feeling like an outsider, he returned to Fenn, only to find that his parents had been executed for "treason". Filled with hatred and resentment in his heart, Furn burns with passion and a spirit of vengeance towards his people, and all other races alike, especially the Elves. He now is on a journey of self-enlightenment, battling many in his path, but never losing the intention of one day causing revolution, which he hopes can better the world.
Character Name: Furn Vrinmoth
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 119
Physical Description: A rather tall 6'1 elf with shiny skin and silver hair and beard. With blue garments , and ice blue eyes, his beauty typically catches attention.
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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