Height 5'11
Hair is shoulder length and messy
Eyes are green
Outfits involve mainly darker clothes mixed with dark green
Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
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'I was unaware you knew of my arrival madam, otherwise i would have changed into my finer clothing" Eoin jokes as he stands in the middle of the room caked in dirt and grime, with dried blood present on the cuff of his sleeve, though none in the room could discern who it belonged to.
Eoin was born in the slums of a border town, known as a stronghold holding back enemies forces of the world of men. Eoin did not know his parents, however one of the city guard who looked surprisingly similar to him took him in at a young age and raised him to be a soldier. He has fought since he could hold a sword and became known as an unparrelled swordsman. He lacked the seriousness of his other soldiers, although aloof and often distant he was never brooding and maintained a strong sense of humour. He left his town to further connect with nature and explore the world, as he grew discontent towards the brutality he faced at home. He has become a wanderer known for his blade and sharper tongue, ready to help any in need in exchange for warmth and food

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