Once upon a time, i lived in a very stricted land named the Kingdom of Kaz'Ulrah, i didn't like that kindom and i wanted to escape, but it was to difficult. They also gave me Beardweed because they didn't like my bald head. I was very weird in their eyes, because i was an elf... A few months later we were attacked by the High Elven nation of Haelun'or. It was a real chaos, everyone was slaughtering each other... On that moment it was my time to escape, but it wasn't that easy... one of the enemy troops was following me and tryng to murder me. I never killed someone before, so i ran away into the Dominion of Malin... At one point i fled to somewhere, but it was a dead end... The enemy soldier came slowly to me and wanted to kill me. I was so panicked and scared, i didn't know what to do... But then beings with bow and Arrow came out of nowhere and saved me, it were elves!! i said that i have no home anymore and they wanted me to join them. They trained me with bow and Arrow and i helped them defend their forest...
And thats the story of how i joined the wood elves.
Character Name: Ilbryn Venrel
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 157
Physical Description: I have short brown hair. i wear a gray t-shirt and a black trainings pants. i have simple shoes (i can't really discribe this). tiny nose and ears.
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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