Kazj'i as a child was curious and wanting to learn. Being a Farfolk and growing up in Caliphate of Khalestinehem he played many human-like games as a child and very much enjoyed his life. His family loved hiking and always found treacherous but beautiful hikes.
On a spring afternoon, they were hiking one of their most dangerous hikes the had ever hiked when his mom, Mavij'i miss stepped and while falling grabbed on the her husband's arm when she pulled both of them down plummeting to their death. This horrified Kazj'i Mizuk'u though he beilved if he fought and became a warrior he could get them back. After this event, he was determined to train for and fight wars. He was very popular in the community for being a fighter so many continued to encourage him. Still, in his teens, Kazj'i was hired to help the Akovia win the Schism War and proved his worth. As his reputation so did his confidence resulting in a current day Warrior. He currently lives alone on the side of a mountain but wants to join a mighty tribe.
Character Name: Kazj'i Mizuk'u
Character Race: Farfolk
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: They would see a brownish-blonde hair with a large nose. A tall man with some muscle and broad shoulders.
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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