Roshlin was born in the city of Marna. During a long journey, his parents were killed and the infant was left for dead. Luckily, a patrol of Turkin infantrymen found him wandering alone whilst sobbing aloud. The Heartlander orphan was, thereafter, raised in a militaristic Turkin household. His foster parents -- his father was an officer in the military and his mother a mere housewife -- were awfully strict and religious. Roshlin was a decent student and later on began his training to become a janissary within the army. Showing wit and zealous devotion, he completed his harsh basic training trials, later down the road becoming an official member. Serving from the age of 18 until the age of 28, he has seen the horrors of war and its treasures as well. At the age of 28, he finally had enough, the lascivious desires taking the better of him, and thus he left the army and decided to explore the world, experiencing it in a new, less chaotic way. Searching for the truth about his parents, he's ventured back to his birthplace.
Character Name: Roshlin Khara
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 30
Physical Description: The athletic figure with pallid skin and bright ginger locks stands at roughly 6'4". He has fleek brows complimented by a pair of emerald eyes.
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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