Born in the year of 1634, Thomas is a younger gentleman of peasant birth in Axios, the capital of Mardon. With little claim and an iron, dulled arming sword to his name, his upbringing was one of destitution and has-nots. Similar to the upbringing of majority of the human populace, Thomas doesn't veer from the norm; nor bearing any indication of abnormality. Through the dusted streets of now Senntisten, Renatus-Marna, does Thomas seek to pave his way for fortune- fortunately too, not much had changed underneath the rule of the Horen-Marna family. For now, however, that prestige and claim to glory seem more so inclined to the likes of the military, serving beneath mankind's iron fist of tabards of both purple and black
Character Name: Thomas
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 22
Physical Description: Shaggy, rugged cocoa hair muddles this man's crown threatening to fall into his vision. Sea-blue eyes, stands at an altitude of 6 foot. Heartlander.
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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