Ailmar, a wood elf boy was born in a small house on the outskirts of the Principality Of Aegrothond, he lived with his father who taught him many things. One Sunday evening, he and his father went out to hunt for dinner. Ailmar’s father tasked him with setting up a small camp while he hunted. As the sun set his father was yet to return, a scream rung through the forest. Ailmar jumped from the stump he sat on and ran towards the sound. He hid behind a tree once approaching a clearing, he saw his father's dead body surrounded by 3 Orcs. He was sick to his stomach, he ran as fast as he could, past the camp all the way to the nearest village. As it started to rain he bumped into an elderly elven woman. She looked into his eyes and knew he had seen a terror too great to speak of. She took him to her house and wrapped him in a blanket, he quickly went home. Ever since he’s lived on his own, he has trouble working with other people. He tries to stay away from large crowds even to this day.
Character Name: Ailmar Carlen
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 115
Physical Description: He wears classic hunting attire and can be seen with a quiver on his back. He wears a bandana on his face to hide his identity.
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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