NasaRex

You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))

*slowly glancing toward the individual deciding to slowly sit down with her* I appreciate your king gesture. *He would speak as he'd make himself comfortable, yet, keeping a straight stare towards her* I have no story, I am here to create one...Isn't that what this whole place is about? *he'd raise his eyebrow before continuing* If it's not. What the hell am I doing here?...(Ect.)


BACKSTORY:

 

Marcellus Felis was born in the rugged and unforgiving highlands of Cairnmor, a land known for its harsh winters, towering mountains, and fiercely independent people. The Highlanders of Cairnmor are a proud, warrior race who value honor, family, and strength above all else. From a young age, Marcellus embodied these values, growing up in a village where survival meant being both physically powerful and mentally sharp.

HIS EARLY LIFE: 

Raised by his father, a seasoned warrior, and his mother, a healer, Marcellus learned the balance between battle and wisdom. His father, Brennan Felis, taught him the way of the sword, but more importantly, instilled in him the Highlander’s code: “Strength without honor is no strength at all.” This principle guided Marcellus throughout his life, as he grew from a boy into a towering young man. His mother, Eira, passed on her knowledge of herbs and healing, which would later serve him well on the battlefield.

From the age of 10, Marcellus trained alongside other village youths, becoming proficient with the broadsword and shield. However, his real education came from the mountains themselves. He spent countless hours in the wilds, hunting and tracking through the dense forests, developing a keen sense of his surroundings and an unparalleled endurance. The cold winds of the highlands forged his resilience, and the rugged terrain shaped his powerful physique.

TURNING 18:

At 18, Marcellus was inducted into the village militia, where he quickly distinguished himself in combat. His height, already nearing seven feet, made him an intimidating figure. His prowess with the sword was only matched by his loyalty to his people. He fought in several skirmishes against rival clans and marauders who sought to raid their villages, earning him the respect of his fellow Highlanders. It wasn’t long before he became known as “The Highland Sentinel,” a title he carried with pride.

But Marcellus wasn’t just a warrior. His time spent in the wild and his mother’s teachings gave him a deep respect for life and the land. He often found himself mediating disputes among clans, using reason and wisdom rather than force. This ability to balance strength with diplomacy made him a natural leader.