Bogrov was born in a poor family living in the Carolustadt. His mother died after she gave birth to him. He grew up with his father, Damir Yeffin. Damir worked as a farmer and Bogrov was helping him. When Bogrov was 17 years old, his father died. It was at this time he discovered that he has great marketing skills. He started working as a merchant. Firstly he was very poor but after a couple of years, he made a lot of money. Bogrov also travelled to many towns and places, such as Senntisten. He was a famous merchant. At the time when Third Atlas Coalition War started, Bogrov was robbed by someone. Because of that robbing, he was again poor. Even though he was skilled merchant, he couldn’t restore his fame. And he didn’t want to restore his fame because he knew that something similiar would happend to him. But still, he wanted to be rich. At the age of 28 he started travelling across the Atlas, trading with people and scamming some too for money. When he was 32, he returned to Carolustadt where he lives now.
Character Name: Bogrov Yeffin
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: Bogrov is rather small human and a bit overweight. He's bald and he has dark brown eyes. He has been growing a moustache for about 3 years now.
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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