Emeloth Nirilor is born and raised in the Citadel of Acael. He dreams of exploring new lands seeing new people, with this in mind he joined the Military at the age of 15 in order to gain battle prowess necessary to survive in this world. Emeloth is also interested in learning magic help him in battle, knowing that his Sub-race doesn't have the same affinity with magic as other elves, it wont be his main form of battle. At the moment he knows nothing of magic, and needs to find a teacher and compatible magical art. Being a Snow Elf, Emeloth is very open minded and progressive. Even so, he is no fool. He learned from the military and history books of his race many battle with their other Elvin cousins, he is very cautious and distrusting of other races. Emeloth is very close to his family and is the only child, his parents are very proud of him, but they tend to worry about his wonders for adventures. Emeloth is kind to a fault, he tends to be calm with a mild temper. The problem is he tends to hold is anger in until it overflows and lashes out or just blows.
Character Name: Emeloth Nirilor
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Snow white skin & hair with white-silver eyes. He is tall, about 6'0 with a muscular physique. With 2.5 inch ears .
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?”
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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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