Rust was born in the Atlas Realm. His Parents were nowhere to be found however. He was fostered by a family who owned a blacksmith shop. He by himself weighs 137 pounds and is 6'7 feet tall. Rust doesn't talk much, because it hurts a tiny bit, so he just nods is shakes his head to answer most questions. He does feel bad for beggars so he helps them when he can. Rust lives in Senntisten where he mostly just walks around. Rust doesn't enjoy people that much but he won't go out of his way to avoid them. Used to be in the Order of Saint Lucien until he lost his friend and ally.
Character Name: Rusted Kore
Character Race: Farfolk
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 35
Physical Description: My character is almost always wearing his suit. A rusted helmet, clean suit. Helmet has one eye covered with strange gems on it. Wears leather under.
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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