When I was twelve, my mom was killed by an Orc so I lived in the orphanage for a while when I turned 50 I left and started exploring everything, I learned english when I met a Halfling named Jack, I still stuck to Elvish, obviously but I spoke english, on my 80th birthday the halfling threw a birthday party, but was killed that night I left his village when that happened so I went to find some Dwarves, I spent a decent amount of time with Forest Dwarves I left when I was 90 and arrived back at home on my 100th birthday.
Character Name: Atria
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 100
Physical Description: They would see my dress, my long brown hair and pointed ears, my icey blue eyes and my slightly red nose
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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