I was raised in an orphanage from a young age by Matrons, i has no idea who my parents were or if they were dead or alive, i wasted my young years watching and following miners and blacksmiths fascinated by their work, years past i grew more bitter with the world, hating those around me, the only thing that gave me some solace were my crafts, Smithing and Mining, the more i did it the more i felt like there was a place for me in this world, i had never agreed with the monarchy or systems that were put in place by kings and those who follow him, but i was taught to honour those who created this these caverns and follow them as it is my duty, currently i spend my days in the mines, i have high hopes for the future for someone who is so nihilistic and hopefully someday construct my own settlement.
Character Name: Beinn-teine
Character Race: Cave Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: A large and stocky dwarf with a full braided brown beard. wearing a plated leather cuirass, plated leather leggings and wielding a great axe.
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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