Christian was born in 1645, in the city of Ruriksgrad, in the year the city was opened to the public. Christian's childhood proceeded normally until his parents were killed by a group of bandits in their house, they escaped no knowing there was still a child hiding in the bedroom upstairs. That's when his grandpa came to take care of him as a father figure. He teached him everything about surviving, fighting and carving wood at his like. His grandpa was a short, old man now dedicated to farming. In his youth, he had been a great warrior who fought for his kingdom. Christian’s life seemed to get better, and it did, that until his 18th age, when the Siege of Ruriksgrad took place in their city. Christian managed to escape through a secret exit on the back of their house, but his grandpa had to stay and hold the back to give him the time to distance the city, even at his age, he could still fight, but it wasn't enough. Christian returned in the city after the end of the Siege, his grandpa had been pierced by a diamond sword. After seeing that, Christian decided to transfer in another city.
Character Name: Christian
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Christian is a tall young guy, his chest in pale skin is toned, like the rest of his body. His eyes are deep and beautiful, they shine with energy.
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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