Henley Rae has survived the better half of her lifetime alone. When she was younger, her parents passed away in a storm over the ocean's harsh terrain. Henley was raised by many different figures, but has recently escaped the orphanage of which she lived so that she might find a more permanent home and family. She had to grow up fast in her life. At just fifteen, she was quite skilled with shooting a bow and was quite the negotiator. She also loves to play the piano and sing, but she hasn't had much time to do so in her difficult life. Though no child has had to go through what Henley has undergone, she is stronger for it. She thrives on her travels, journaling and sketching everything and everyone she encounters. And of course, though she is shy, she doesn't mind strolling into an empty tavern to try their pianos or ale. Henley sets off now to find a new life. A home. A family. She has time, but due to the curse of the humans, not as much time as an elf might. Her journey to comfort and happiness awaits.
Character Name: Henley Rae
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Henley Rae would be a delicate girl with silky brown hair. Her eyes would be a shade of cobalt blue, complimented with rosy cheeks.
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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