Bentley was born in 1646 to two seemingly loving parents, who were living in Haense at the time. He grew up learning the basics of life; how to read, write, hunt and smith. This happy family wasn't happy forever, for when Bentley turned 10 his parents took him on an 'adventure'. They brought him into the middle of the woods, outfront of what seemed to be an abandoned house. All Bentley got from his parents were a kiss goodbye before they departed, leaving him there. He spent a few years there alone, fending for himself before being stumbled upon by a frail old lady, who took him in as her own son, having not had any herself. They spend the rest of their days together, the woman nurturing Bentley until a few days before his 18th birthday, when the woman passed away. Bentley was heartbroken, but determined to carry on the frail lady's wishes, of helping people in need, while doing what he loves: blacksmithing. He now spends his days at 18 years old, smithing to his hearts content for the residents of Santegia, while offering care and kindness to those who need it.
Character Name: Bentley Hawking
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: A man with a mesomorphic build, standing at 6'1. His hair resembles chocolate and his eyes, which sit upon slightly tanned skin, resembles lush forest
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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