Vander has always been an odd lot, always avoiding others and their conversation, and this may have been because he was never raised around others, or just because he wasn't ever the social type. He normally stays around his elven kin though in the Dominion, feeling the safest there as he's heard the stories of orcs bombarding elves with harassment and attacks. But the stories never made him less curious about the lands of Atlas outside the city, and sometimes, he would think of going out there someday, just maybe not alone...
Character Name: Vander Joran
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 110
Physical Description: He would stand at about 6'0" with this awkward look about him, he would have slumped shoulders and kept his eyes on the floor.
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.))
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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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