Hailing from the Rassid sub-culture, Zahret has never settled in one spot for too long, just as his father, and his father before him. His early life was a haze, each day melding into the next, his father a busy merchant. Young Zahret spent his days out and about, Often trailing with his father, learning the arts of the trade. Due to how often his mercantile community traveled the lands and in turn, his family; Zahret’s mind would often wander off towards what lays beyond the next mountain. Fast foward a few years, Sun’s Smiles, Amber’s Cold passed. Zahret has since strayed from his traveling caravan-esque community, much to the disappointment of his father. Since the War of the Two Empires, his lust for adventure sprung even more forward, hoping to make a name for himself someway or another. Our hero now travels the lands of Arcas, letting the winds of curiosity, and the next contract guide him through his life.
Character Name: Zahret Al-Qataffi
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 26
Physical Description: 5'10. Looks to be of a slender build. His face is covered with a green keffiyeh. Zahret adorns a white and red Thawb.
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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