Ja'rasha grew up with an elven mother and father. Her birthparents abandoned her on the side of a roadway and her father took her back to the city of Okarn'thilln. There she was not exposed to Kha traditions and instead lived a comfortable life. Her adventurous spirit soon got the best of her, however, and she started planning on becoming a travelling merchant, never sticking to one area for long. So she learned the art of tradecraft and set off. Along the roads of Atlas, she would come across many different kinds of people. Eventually, though, she fell victim to a group of cutthroat bandits. They took everything from her stock, beating her half to death in the process, and leaving a scar across her nose as a reminder what happened. She was lucky to still be alive. After that, she stopped in Belvitz for a short period of time in order to learn a meager amount of combat skill, now realizing how important protection was on the roads. After a few months she was off again, hardly attracting much more trouble... but that remains to be seen.
Character Name: Ja'rasha
Character Race: KHARAJYR
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 54
Physical Description: Ja'rasha is a rather tall Tigrasi with a scar across her nose. She has upturned, emerald eyes and a catlike smile permanently stuck to her face.
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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