I was born in Atlas, Warhawkes on the year of 1632 by my father named Kyle and my mother named Yolanda, who left me in a barn because they could not take care of me since they had very little money and preferred to leave me in a place where they could take better care of me.
When I was 15 years old, I saw how they would win the farmer with whom my parents abandoned me thanks to some thieves who took all their money and thanks to that I was motivated to go ahead and do justice by becoming a knight trying to find them to take revenge for that tragic moment.
8 years later, I grew up and the farmer gave me a flute, with which I could live thanks to that I was earning money.
My journey will be very long and tiring since I will try to explore all the kingdoms and fight with all the villains and those who challenge me no matter what it costs me.
I became an alcoholic since I was 15 years old, because I was trying to forget that emotional pain caused by the death of the farmer.
When I listen to music, it reminds me of when I played the flute to earn some money and be able to live.and that's the reason why I'm motivated to fight more at night.
The day they killed the farmer who took care of me for several years, it was night and thanks to that I was motivated to be a great knight and avenge the death of the farmer,
I love the violin because when I was little, I wanted one to earn more money than the one I earned with the flute but I never got to buy it because it was very poor.
My weakness is my back, because when they killed the farmer, I tried to fight with the thieves and one hit me very hard in the back, leaving her very weak for life.
Character Name: Loleros Dwen
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 30
Physical Description: Alcoholic, elegant, Good heart, Brave. Love to fight, He loves the violin, He plays the flute very well, He loves to chew wheat,
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?”
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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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