When I was in 1522, I was a very quick learner. I always would help my mom and dad around the house and shop that they owned called the Stone Grip, a mason shop. When Atlas was found, me, my family, and other high elves were searching for a new kingdom. When we found the spot, we start building and I even know how to build from my business at the shop. All of the high elves agreed on the name Okarn'thilln for the kingdom. At first we didn't live there, but I promised to myself when I would go there when I was an adult. That is where I end off now.
Character Name: Nenor
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 262
Physical Description: A adult high elf with white hair. I have blue eyes like the sky. I have a blue jacket and grey pants. I have black and grey shoes with my outfit.
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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