Rogoz has no nostalgia. The only thing he remembers from early childhood is being cast into the forest, into darkness, and sitting there for days, waiting for anyone. And someone came. But he was not familiar; the man had tangled grey hair and wore a ragged cloak. That man never said his name, but he taught Rogoz how to speak and survive in the wilderness. Rogoz set traps, built bows, and foraged. He lived like this until today, when he broke from the edge of the forest and saw a city to the west he'd later learn was Belvitz. And down by the river he saw a man with grey hair and a cloak. ((This is Edolin, Azureth's character))
Character Name: Rogoz
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: A man with searching blue eyes. He rolls his steps, and his breath is never heard. His face is hollow from malnourishment, but it looks like it might
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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