Kanji's story: well in the beginning there's not much to tell when I was 10 I was sold by my parents to slavery, I was transported to a land called Atlas there I was thought to fight, during my time as my masters warrior I grew a found attachment to the art of Archery, during one of my matches I lost my left eye, master thought that my career was over, but it wasn't I fought and I won and I lived but when I turned 25 I decided I had enough I wanted to be free learn my peoples religion and ways, I grabbed my bow aimed it at my opponent then quickly swerved at my master and released. he died then and there, I made a run for it I was free, I knew were I was going I was heading for Fenn the only place I knew Snow elves lived for sure, when I arrived I decided to rest and afterwards I got a job as a salesmen selling fruits, I saved enough to get a old bow a quiver and arrows, and now I'm on a quest to the become Atlas best archer and to free Atlas from Slavery. I Have a long road ahead.
Character Name: Kanji
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 25
Physical Description: Black eye-patch, blue jacket, silver hair, pale skin
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?”
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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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