((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
If you’re stuck on what to add, consider the following:
- Your character’s family (parents, siblings, etc.)
- Where your character is from (include a real place on the map)
- What kind of environment was your character raised in
- Why your character left home
Kaelith Vayrn was born the second son of the Heartlanders: Alric Vayrn, and Selene Vayrn. He grew up alongside his brother, Lucien who was to inherit the entire family business. Kaelith spent his early years within the Empire of Man, learning about the merchant life & how a single failed deal could close many open doors. He grew up in a competitive environment, trying to prove himself to be a more worthy heir to the merchant business than Lucien, and to prove this; he set out for Norland in order to deem himself truly WORTHY. Kaelith left home with a modest sum of coin, and the skills his upbringing had left him — with the pure intent to prove his whole family wrong.
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.))
Vayrn hesitates for a moment, uncertainty filled the expression on his face. Couldn't blame the cunning merchant for being cautious, right? He pointed to himself, before speaking. "You've been expecting me?" He paused. "How do you know me?" He raised a brow, the old hag knowing about his family wouldn't be good. He reluctantly stepped up, taking the old hag's offer to sit. He tapped his fingertips on the table before him, his gaze focused on the old lady. "I come from the Empire of Man, or well-" His hand lifted from the table, now itching at his cheek. "My family does, though I'm no longer familiars with them." The brunette clasped his hands together on the table now, his gaze dipping to the table as his face was filled with a slight touch of uncertainty. "I hope to become a merchant. The greatest merchant, in fact."
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