Hek'il's childhood was tough and at sometimes was unbearable. Since he was (and still currently is) a Highlander, his childhood consisted mostly of training to fight on the frontier or gathering food for his family. He had little to no time for games, and instead focused primarily on becoming a warrior much like his ancestors.
He is part of the infamous Hanseti, whom descend from the Teutonic Order and do not worship God as much as others, but instead worshiped the Creator. Though many people in his clan are towering warriors, Hek'il always wanted to be a writer, which went against the stereotype that the Hanseti are artless. After his father, mother, and older brother died heroically battling and defeating threats on the frontier, he decided he was to pursue his dream. He knew this would be a away to honor his family, as they always told him to follow his dreams and do what he must to lead a happy and prosperous life. Living alone but searching for a fair maiden, Hek'il works in a small village as a translator of speech, since he is the only person who could read.
Character Name: Hek'il Azuk'i
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Instead of a towering warrior, he is a young man with vivid blue eyes and dark brown hair. Still above average in height with a slim body.
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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