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At a young age, Elion Tyranor's parents had fed him the tales of the great High Elves. One winter he lost both of his parents to diseases. He was left in the heart of the Elven Empires in Okarn'thilln alone, and forced to grow up or face poverty. His mother and father had left him with the knowledge of the arcane and druidic magic (nature's healing), and deep love and passion for the land that he grew up on. Very quickly he had learned to take care of himself, managing the wealth that his parents left behind them. Grown up now, at the age of one hundred and twenty one, Elion still lives in the humble abode that his parents had left him where he often grows lonely. He has always been fascinated with the strength and knowledge that the elves could posses. He strives to make his parents proud, focusing on bettering himself and homing in on arcane and druidic magic (nature's healing).

Character Name: Elion Tyranor

Character Race: High Elf

Character Gender: Male

Character Age: 121

Physical Description: A male that is 6'3ft tall, weighs 140lbs, has green eyes, pale skin, is semi-muscular, and has short blonde hair.

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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