Cecily was born as an only child in a small Highlander village not too far from Helena to an unimportant family of cloth-workers. As soon as she was old enough to sew, her mother taught her the trade, and as a family they worked – living a rather uneventful life. But as people do, her parents grew older and weaker. An influenza raged through the village, leaving her mother weak and dying. When Cecily was 19, her mother succumbed to the illness, and her father took her and left, too distraught to stay in the house his spouse had died in. Together, they traveled the lands living only off of what her father could hunt or find. But that can only last for so long, and eventually he too lost his life while staying in a hostel in Sutica. Unsure of what to do, lost and alone, Cecily sold everything she had besides the clothes on her back, gathered up traveling supplies, and set off into the wilderness. Driven by wanderlust and the desire to leave her past behind, she simply lived. Alone, meagerly, and distraught.
Character Name: Cecily Taylor
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 23
Physical Description: Cecily is relatively tall, standing at 5'8. Fair of skin with a mesomorphic build. She has blonde hair that she lets fall straight down.
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.))
Example: (delete this when you add your own)
"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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