Maysa is the daughter two normal Qalasheen parents. Born an only child, she was spoiled by her parents, though this turned her to be somewhat selfish and prideful. The mother took no part in finding a solution however the father understood a problem existed. This grew out of hand as she grew into her teen years and as a result she was sent to spend time in the Qalasheen military upon turning the age of 19. She rued the day they made her go however found solace later on. While on a mission that took her outside the dessert realm of her home and into a forest, she found a terribly young and wounded Spined Feasel. She took it in and healed it, lovingly naming it Gaza, and it became her lifelong companion through her days in the military. Needless to say she learned the value of gloves when handling this creature even after they bonded. Between her training and the responsibility of a pet, she grew from a spoiled brat to a respectful veteran. After spending eight years in the military she opted to retire from her hard earned position, pack her things, grab Gaza, and explore the world outside her home.
Character Name: Maysa Sahar
Character Race: Farfolk
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 27
Physical Description: A young Qalasheen lady, age 27, darker tanned skin and amber eyes. Tall, around 5'11". Short dark brown hair, wavy/curly. Weights about 145lbs.
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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