Thren is a 58 year old snow elf. He has been roaming Atlas for the last 30 years of his life on his own searching for his meaning in life. He grew up in Velaris a Snow Elf city in Axios with his father, but was taken away and forced into child labor on a farm in St. Karlsburg at the age of 21. Memories of his father are far amd few he only remembers training and has faint ones of his mother, but the only memories he has of her is when she would say Thren, he thought it sounded like a nice name. This is the name he stuck with. He decided to run away from the farm at the age of 27 and started traveling Atlas at 28. The only things keeping him alive is the rigorous training from his childhood with the Snow Elf, his fast wit, and his free spirit. He has received many gifts over the years but doesn't cherish any as much as his cloak and goggles. The goggles are his favorite though, the frame made out of pure brass, sapphire glass to protect the eyes and to finish it off the strap is made from the leather of a Cave Cow.
Character Name: Thren
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 58
Physical Description: A Snow Elf standing at 5'9'' 183lbs. Bright white/silver hair and light skin of a Snow Elf. Amethyst eyes. He is wearing a ranger outfit and goggles.
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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