((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
Elisif never had any biological parents. None that she knows.
In the icy north of Norland an orphaned child lies bundled in linen cloth. A sickly and wilted that by miraculous happenstance was taken in under the wing of the local indigenous. Elisif had no parents but had surrogates plenty.
She lacks formal education. Where she'd learned to read and write and practice the magical arts she'd instead learned how to fletch and nock arrows. Elisif learned how to loose a shot and hunt cleanly and was acquainted with the hedge and informal alchemy practiced by her herbal wound-tenders. There were no teachings of law or property for out in the iced scapes of the wild Norland, far beyond any walls, there were none.
Time however is a fickle thing. It rises empires just as it drags them to the cold earth where only the worms tell their stories of ruin. As Elisif grew older so too did her elders and friends and found family. Before long the numbers the rag-tag band of nomadic hunter-gatherers had become a diminished fragment of what had been.
They hadn't the numbers then when they were attacked. Out there in the snow in the iced scapes of the wild Norland where nature was the only law. Far beyond any walls.
Lycans attacked and they left no prisoners. Elisif lives only off the shoulders of sacrifice. She doesn't know of any survivors other than herself. Maybe that's why she finds herself at the Imperial heartland that stood such a far cry from her accustomed way of life. Maybe she sought to start anew. To find safety and shelter behind erected walls of stone.
Or maybe it was what she kept telling herself. That she was going to find the beasts that attacked her kin. That she only needed a temporary place to stay.
- Lean-athletic build. Around 135 lbs.
- Platinum blonde hair and icy blue eyes.
- Dons a totemic wood mask.
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)
Elisif slowly pulls the ornamented wood mask from her face. Here in the candlelight her face shines a pallid glow with a flushed red blossoming around the bridge of her nose and rise of her cheeks. Her mane of hair uncombed comes down around her face, veiling her ice blue eyes that sluiced through the feathery strands. She takes a seat and the seat groans even under nimble frame. Her arms layer over one another as she leans forth and the candle wax becomes more than just a faint beckoning scent at the door.
"I don't think we're familiar." Her voice is light and airy and it holds a suspicion. There were no familiar faces in this town. She knew of this and it made the hag all the more enigmatic. She obliges regardless.
"North. Norland. It's been a long journey." Her hand rakes through her platinum blonde threads of hair. "I'm here looking for someone. Someones. Do you know..."
She reaches for her knapsack...
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