Jericol is a wanderer, a merchant. He traverses around the lands of Atlas through the many settlements such as Belvitz, Senntisten and Markev trying to peddle his goods. He usually sells anything. He will buy goods at one location, travel to a different city and try to sell them at a higher price. This is how he has always made his money and he became very wealthy in Atlas because of this.
However, there was one fateful day it all changed, He was moving goods from Markev to Belvitz when he was set upon by a group of bandits. They took his cart with all of his goods, robbed all of his money and took everything he owned. He was very badly bruised and beaten! He was not having a good time. This left him in Atlas with nothing and this is where hsi journey today will start as he hbas been stripped of everything he cared about now he will set upon the lands of Atlas looking to start from scratch and make a name for himself. However! His first order of business was to get training so he can defend himself from bandits in the future...
Character Name: Jericol
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Jericol wears a blue cape, has nice clothes and blonde hair and nice green eyes.
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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