He grew up in a mercantile family with a brother and two sisters. As a child, he was a troublesome kid who would steal from his grandfather. Once his grandfather would find out, then he would be beaten for it, but the adrenaline of the act would push him to continue with the rebellious action. As a child his father brought him to the great city of Holm in order to seal a deal between his father and another middle class merchant. This other merchant said he had a relic of from the reign of Dwain Irongut, but to his fathers trained eyes, It was but an old re-stamped mina. The coin was crudely forged to look like a real, but It was a fake. Once he was around the age of twelve, he witnessed a mysterious act of magic in which, an Artificer made a golem, which helped him move his belongings onto a wagon for transport. This act made him ever more interested in magic. When he reached the age of eighteen he decided that his main goal in life was to learn the magics and become a master. So he set out from his home and started his journey to becoming a master wizard.
Character Name: Umar ibn salem
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: He has light brown skin tone with black hair with a start of a goatee beginning to form, with the height of 5ft 9in. He weighs around 180 pounds.
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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