Glóin, son of Gróin comes from a poor family in Kal’Varoth. His father was a drunk and gambled most of their income. He died when Glóin was 12 so Glóin and his younger brother Óin started doing small jobs early to keep food on the table.
When asked who his father was, he answers reluctantly and with slight disapproval in his voice. At the age of 19, Glóin started working in the mines. He never enjoyed a education, leaving him illiterate and without any skill in the arts of combat and culture. This did not halt his cravings for innovation and ingenuity. He designed and built many contraptions to ease the work of his mother, his automatic laundry dryer being one of his most proud inventions. Glóin has a close relationship with his mother and brother. He often bosses his brother around and lectures about values like honor and loyalty, compensating for the father figure they never had.
It is Glóin’s dream to become a smith’s apprentice, open up his own workshop and eventually become an engineer in the Legion.
Character Name: Glóin
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 28
Physical Description: Glóin wears a worn blue dwarven tunic. He stands 4'3" ft tall and has a muscular build. Glóin can be recognized by his dark red ponytail and beard.
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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