I'm an 18 year old wood elf who lives in the outskirts of Caras Eldar. I come from a poor family who made their living by hunting. I'm not good at fighting close range, but I am good with a bow. When I move into the city I hope I can learn magic. I am not good with blades or swords because I never got any practice in. I don't like violence because when I was younger I saw my family murdered by thieves. I will only use violence in self defense. I always have a quiver on my back (you never know when you'll need it...). I learned to use a bow at a young age. I moved in the city to help out when King Abelas died. I recently quit my job as an inn keeper to explore the world.
Character Name: Thìndir
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Im 5 ft 9 in tall, brown skin, brown hair, always has a quiver
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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