I come from Axios, my clan moved there during the descendant. We thought we were safe, but a band of elves ambushed us in the night. Everyone was killed, except me. I was not listening to the elders and decided to venture out. I guess that saved me, but disrespect has been permanently placed on my name. Not listening in a clan of orcs will do that. I had always had a grudge on the elves, and my clans death just set off my rage. I would like to collect a necklace full of their pointy little ears. Maybe I can, sense I don’t belong to a clan now, listening to myself and only myself. Seems nice, but it gets kinda lonely. So now, I travel across the realms looking for a new clan. Trying to clear my name, and killing anyone who gets in my way.
Character Name: Luzk'Shara
Character Race: Orc
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 37
Physical Description: A rather short orc, but don't distress. This 250 pounds of light green muscle will tear you to shreds in a single heartbeat.
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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