Andar Volar was born on the outskirts of Haense in a small homestead with his three brothers and two sisters. As he and his brothers learned to work in the fields his sisters were married off to pay debts his father had taken out to keep the family farm running. It was his eighteenth birthday when he was out milking his favourite cow Beatrice when he heard a blood-curdling cry from his mother and looked over to see his father and three brothers being dragged away in shackles for seemingly a crime he had no knowledge of. Andar followed his flesh and blood to Haense and unexpectedly to the town square where he could over hear a guard from The Order reading off lists of names and the crimes and then he hears "Voltar Volar, Treason. Antona Volar, Conspiracy to Treason. Montar Volar, Conspiracy to Treason. and Honater Volar, Conspiracy of Treason." Andar was shocked to see that after every name called the respective family member whom he grew up with were subsequently beheaded and discarded like a rack of meat Andar was used to getting from the local butcher. The order guard called out to the onlookers and said while pointing to the once live members of his family, “This is what happens when you work with, Talk with, or associate your self with house Blackmont or house Carrion. You have been warned.” And the guard walks away leaving the body’s to rot in the open air for everyone to see. Ander with his head slumped and his feet dragging slunked his way home only to hear the roaring blazes of fire and the smell of smoke engulf him. Andar began to jog, then sprint his way on the cobblestone path home only to realize his father's farm was engulfed in flames and his mother nowhere to be seen. The footsteps of townsfolk rush up behind him screaming and shouting as people of the town were obviously still paranoid about the undead he could hear them cryout “Another Undead attack.” And “The Undead are back, we must repel them.” and Andar had no choice but to slip away into the fields that aren't yet burning to only head south into the wilderness to make a new life for himself and someday find out what happened that confusing and terrifying moment in his life.
Character Name: Andar Volar
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 25
Physical Description: A 6,4 young man with red scruffy hair that reaches barely the tips of his ears and A red beard that covers hose face. He has arms as thick as roots.
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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