Keen is a young human from Belvits. While growing in his home town he lived an uneventful life full of pleasantries and boring daily rituals while reading the many great works of the great authors and historians. He dreamt of finding fame not through combat, wealth, or power, but through knowledge and goodwill. When his father passed his last tie to his hometown was severed and he was drawn towards the stories of the world. He has little concern for the ways of magic, no talent as a craftsman, and is really quite pitiful with a sword. Keen’s goal is to establish his own library or school, and write books on the many lores of the world and preserve them for future generations. He will write on the decrepit and ancient history of musty underground cities and the everyday happenings of the common folk, any story is a treasure for Keen. While Keen is no master warrior, the adventuring necessary to collect the many stories of this world means that he will need to learn how to defend himself, master diplomacy, and establish his survival skills.
Character Name: Keen Vonhoff
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 21
Physical Description: A young man with blue eyes and brown hair. He wears the fine clothes of a well to do family but dresses comfortably as if he has no one to impress.
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.))
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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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