With the mother of Kynigós being a Dark Elf and his father being a Mountain Dwarf he was raised from young to become a creature of death. His mother and father both trained him from a tender age in the art of combat and smithing. He was to become a thing of destruction. This had never been an issue for Kynigós however, as his passion lay in the art of death bringing. As a child of the rare union between both Dark Elf and a Mountain Dwarf he bears the curse of just the Dwarven race, as he is not technically a Dark Dwarf himself and just a regular Mountain Dwarf with unique eyes, the Curse of the Dwarves being eternal greed for precious gems and gold alike
In a training exercise some 50 years past, Kynigós' parent's were both killed by a Balrog in a mine that was thought to be abandoned. Since that day he has been travelling the land and honing his already extensive skillset. He puts much value in friendship and loyalty, this is a boon as well as one of his downfalls as he is unable to resist the call of friendship in their times of need.
Character Name: Kynigos
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 161
Physical Description: A stout and burly figure with smouldering eyes of imperial topaz. Dark hair, a magnificent beard and an assortment of weapons strapped to the back.
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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