Ymai Hemelen is a a young adult (in elf years) with a love for peace and serenity. She enjoys her life as a High Elf, and enjoys the lifestyle she has. She is kind and soft-spoken, and enjoys being independent. Although elves cannot bear children easily, Ymai falls in love easily, and loves elven children. She doesn't like to partake in combat or conflict, in fact, she tries to avoid it. Ymai makes friends easily with Wood Elves. Although it is taboo for High Elves to be friendly towards half-breeds or impure races, she secretly is intrigued by them. She is very inquisitive and reserved.
Ymai lives in Asulon (the Silver City), in the Holy Princedom of Malinor. She never speaks of her family much, though she does love what is left of it. She likes making friends within the community and with those in the surrounding communities...
( Please inform me if there is anything inaccurate/wrong with my biography! I am new to this and wish to fit in as easily as possible with the LotC community! ? )
Character Name: Ymai Hemmelen
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 52
Physical Description: Fair skin, rosy cheeks, long, silky, and pale blonde hair with one light pink streak. Wears a pink and blue dress. Slim, 5'6, gray-blue eyes.
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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