Born 21 years ago in Carolustadt, Wulf Käutner is a relatively young bard, who, after leaving his father’s house at the age of 15, who had taught him to read and write at an early age, has been wandering from tavern to tavern, singing, and writing to make a living.
He prioritizes having a good time above all which has turned him into a sometimes disrespectful, although happy and jovial, alcoholic, who knows only little of sword fighting, and much more of fistfights after countless bar fights and, while he may not have much history, he looks forward to the days when his glory might come and his name be known all throw out Arcas as the greatest poet alive.
Character Name: Wulf Käutner
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 21
Physical Description: A slim, youthful, 6'1'' heartland man, with short brown hair, thick brown eyebrows, small brown eyes, and a mustache of the same colour.
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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