Slimmey_Lil_Rat

Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”

((How do you respond?))


The androgynist figure didn't seem to speak often, it was an individual of few words and much insight- but now that they were away from the rough and busy streets that are so very foreigner to them they could speak freely- a single pale hand would pull down their scarf allowing them to begin " You want to know my story?"  the ginger would take a seat at the hag's feet. resting their aching back side on the soft furs that laced the floor. " Well it has yet to begin, I am a vagabond now- and I don't really know who I am suppose to be- everyone has always told me what to do- who to tend to and where to be.. I left my very very... cozy bed and loving fathers just to find out where my story lays " it seemed the woman barely knew her own role in life; and was just looking for the beginning to her own adventure. 

"I cant tell you who I am, but I can tell you where I've been all these years- I've been like a stone since birth, never moving away never straying far despite others moving me from place to place; and in all honestly- I loved it; waking up every morning to my fathers home cooked meals, staying up late serving travelers and adventurers that passed their coins in the tavern I was born- " their voice seems to falter " Every day a new story, a new adventure from a new face and yet I stayed the same- I couldn't help but think after all those years listening to story's of dragons maidens and hero's, when would I have my own story? " the figure on the floor would shift in her place, feeling the hags judging stare wasn't helping her ability to speak about her true desires. 

" I want my own trail to blaze, I want to see the world and not just the one I created in my mind from the dozens of stories I've heard through the years; there is an entire world out there an I have to seize it. " her sentence capped off there, it seems this girl had no true story just yet- she was simply on the path to find her tale. 

Sammy stood up firm, their hand out reach up and pull the scarf that hides their identity " of course, I have to try to do all this while my fathers hunt me down; sending old family friends to bring me home- but they dont understand yet- they will one day; and only then will I return to that cozy bed and my fathers embrace.. and the sweet scent of mead covering every inch of my beloved home.." homesick would be a feeling that Sam would have to fight along side many other new feelings- for there was adventure out there.. ripe for the taking " I hope to see you again, maybe then Ill have a tale to tell " and with a single spin the hut would be consumed by darkness, the girl using her cap to snuff out any light that may have illuminated her exit.. 







(small ooc section to explain the character)


Sammy Bucks is the daughter of the Bucks men, a high elf and wood elf who are the owners of a tavern that specializes in mead and covert information- she was a very well sheltered child; never needing for anything- she spent her early years in bliss until the tale's the tavern brought through its doors slowly seeped into her mind like mercury poisoning.. giving her ideas of her own adventure and experiences, if thet be meeting a dashing knight or an evil wizard.. she wanted to see it all- and so on the night of her 23 birthday she packed everything an explorer could need and left in bitter sweet bliss. 

Her parents were not exactly happy with the situation, and began to send their frequent customers with the promise of a hefty price to bring her back; and so the girl began to hide her face and even coloured her hair a strawberry orange like her father. 


(Id like for this character to grow as I play her, so I dont have much set in stone lore for her now; I hope with time I can make a story worth reading)