When he was born, his father was killed in a shadowed creature and his mother fled the forest. His mother, being chased by the monster as well, went to the closest town which happened to be Druid's Grove. There, she hid the child and went back to face the monster alone. She never returned. A human man found the child and took him home to his wife. They named the child Phillis and took care of him for decades. As Phillis grew older, he had a talent and admiration for the healing arts and soon became a doctor after being an apprentice for the local healers. As he grew older, he saw his adoptive parents grow older as well. Not wanting to bear seeing them perish without him, he kissed them goodbye and left the town of Druid's Grove. Now he walks as a wandering healer, healing those who are in need and living off of the appreciation that his patients give. He hopes to one day find his true family and tell them of his ventures throughout the lands of Atlas. Other than flora and medical techniques, he has a poor time remembering past events, but he still tries his best!
Character Name: Dr. Phillis
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 246
Physical Description: You would see a tall, lanky wood elf with bright blue eyes. His hair is short and brown with a few braids 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?”
((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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