Jack was born in the Kingdom of Marna, but lost his parents to raiders who broke in the house at night and robbed him of everything, even his parents. Over his parents muffled screams he heard one of the bandits say, “Better luck next time.” and he has never forgotten those words and will hunt down the two bandits until the end of his days. He has a hard life, snatching food and water at any opportunity possible, living day to day like this. Jack lives in the shadows and hides his identity, with not many friends, he remains a social outcast since the day he roamed the streets as an orphan, carrying nothing but his locket of his parents. As a teenager, he has been mugged multiple times, outsmarting the villain very few of those times, but getting away with more from them than what he came with. For his twentieth birthday, he went out into the wild to find a discolored Kharajyr. He looked at it for a good moment and saw the pain it was in, so ended it’s suffering. He wears it’s pelt in it’s and his family’s honor.
Character Name: Jack Wellington
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: Jack has red eyes with a scar across one of them, black hair, he's 5'9", weighs 125 pounds, has black hair, and is pretty slim but strong.
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…
Screenshot of Skin:
Recommended Comments