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Falcos Celius, (assumed to be) born in Senntisten, is 25 years old. The bastard child of a poor merchant, Falcos was abandoned at a young age and left to his own devices both due to the shame a bastard brought on a family and his parents' lack of finances to raise a child. As a result, Falcos grew up on the streets, mainly performing petty theft in order to sustain himself and learning to use his tongue rather than his fists to get what he wants. Due to his abandonment at a young age, Falcos became distrustful of others, opting to immediately think of possible ulterior motives of those interacting with him which quickly prepared him for a job as a merchant, selling wares of (usually) ill-gotten origin. However, this did not make him any great sum of money and in recent years Falcos has been looking to become a more legitimised merchant with aspirations of opening up a fine shop and, being always motivated by coin, becoming incredibly wealthy in the process.

Character Name: Falcos Celius

Character Race: Heartlander

Character Gender: Male

Character Age: 25

Physical Description: Tall yet slim, dark brown eyes and thick, black salt-and-pepper hair connecting to a well-groomed beard. Weathered skin, appears older than he is.

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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