Rylee was born in the outskirts in a peaceful house, and hated it. After her parents died at a young age - 8 -, due to a fire, she set off and went to a populated town. During that time, she made a living as a gatherer, mainly off of Elderwood, since it was available and the elves paid well for it, but since she always left her store unlocked, she didn't seem to make much. She resolved to thievery and was constantly moving instead. Since pickpocketing in a moving crowd was much simpler than in a small village, she tends to stay near populated areas. Her deftness of hand managed to land her to more and more villages, Curon and Renatus, along with fake identities, where in the end, her own brother - who was a guard - tried to kill her, and died in the process due to her knife. She still goes on raids, but is currently traumatized by the event. This is the reason she's deemed off magical deities as false.
Character Name: Rylee Forestborn
Character Race: Halfling
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Rylee's short and slim, with deft hands and vivid violet eyes. Her expression is usually cunning, as if planning something.
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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