Atrithar was born soon after the Laureh'lin genocide. His father, a mali'aheral of Haelun'or, perished honorably in the Battle of Leyulin. Thus, Atrithar and his mother grew up impoverished, so he sold himself into servitude to an aristocratic family to provide for his mother. The second eldest son in this family was a priest of the Church of the Canon who taught Atrithar following his voluntary conversion. Many years later, fearing a threat to Atrithar's life due to the start of the Axis Powers rebellion, he woke Atrithar one night, handed him a satchel of money and basic supplies, told him his servitude was no longer necessary, and to flee the Empire. Atrithar then wandered the land laboring and studying until the fall of the Orenian Empire. He returned to Haelun'or to study at the College, where he excelled and sought to become a prestigious Maehr'sae. Decades later, in the current year, Atrithar spends his time at the College studying the natural sciences and wandering the land for further research.
Character Name: Atrithar
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 176
Physical Description: Atrithar is 5'10, fair-skinned and well-built, with wavy flaxen blonde hair and a short, usually well-kempt beard.
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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