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Isla and her twin sister Jane were both born on a dark winters night, late in the Deep Cold. Born to a young couple, still fresh in their marriage, with nothing but a small sparsley furnished cabin in a small village located in the Kingdom of Marna. The small family lived a good life, though they had very little, they didn't need much. They had each other, the food in their mouths, and a roof over their heads, which was more than enough for them. But sure enough, the darkness crept into Isla's life, as it so often does. And at first, it came in the form of a single cough. Her mother, Ana, fell ill. In the months that followed Ana would slowly deteriorate, unable to afford her treatment, Isla and her family were forced to watch. This was the first in a string of events that would, ultimately, harden Isla Penhaligon to the world. On the eve of the girl's eighth birthday, Ana passed. Jane followed a few months after from the very same illness, very quickly and unexpectedly. It was then that her father, James, decided that he would do anything to give his last daughter the best life he could. He worked day and night, as often as he could. But after a little too much luck in the backroom of the local tavern, James became an avid gambler. And with his luck it just seemed so much simpler than working himself to the bone. And eventually it was no longer about Isla, and his greed overtook him. But nothing lasts forever, so neither did his luck. After losing every last penny they had, Isla could no longer look her father in the eye, for he was no longer the man that raised her. When she returned late one night from her job at the local tavern, where she earned a meager amount as an attempt at some sort of income, she came home to an empty house with nothing but a smashed lantern on the floor and her father's empty bed. And the house stayed empty for months, until Isla decided that no one was coming back for her. That night Isla decided that the hand she had drawn in life had not been a good one, but she would live for the family she once had. They say, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and Isla refuses to die.

Now she hunts for a more permanent home, a place where she can carve out a better life for herself.

Character Name: Isla Jane Penhaligon

Character Race: Human

Character Gender: Female

Character Age: 19

Physical Description: At 5'3, long brown waves fall down her back. Her soft features are often marred by a slight scowl. Her eerie green eyes seem to stare into the soul.

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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