i have an very iron stated persona sometimes, that means i might be stubborn or reckless things to achieve my goal. i don’t have bad intentions i only do whats good for my and my mountain dwarf people.
i was born in deep caves of Agnuram where the mountain dwarfs live and many other dwarfs, i had very lovely parents that thought me up how to become an brave mountain dwarf so like the other dwarfs. i have an older brother called Ocir Innup.
after my parents faded away from my life at the age of 10, my older brother took the task of my parents and he was way stricter then my parents, he would let me go in his blacksmith shop and gave me an job to become an stronger and smarter mountain dwarf, i also had to learn how to fight to learn newer generation how to defend our dwarf people, i once lost an eye to an young student who was very reckless with an wooden sword for training
. to this age i am still very strong and live up to an deep dept to my brother for taking care of me, me and my brother are looking up to join the Grandaxe clan
Character Name: Yor Innup
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 25
Physical Description: an adult male mountain dwarf that with an light green/grey coat and an dark brown bear, light skinned, also wears an helmet with an green stone in it
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?”
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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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