Chirr was born in a small circle of huts in the warm climate with a strict father, always persisting that his masculinity is first! And his mother -- behind Chirr's back -- would teach him life lessons and things that were more feminine focused, because he did not have a sister to grow up with. Moving on with life, he kept moving forward with these dual trades, visiting multiple different biomes and cities. He was raised in the harsh trees so he often finds more comfort in dangerous biomes. He TOLERATES flat open lands, but loooveeessss the trees. Climbing and running through the wistful trees. Chirr wanted to go further, visiting the world of Malin. His mother wished him farewell, but his father kept scolding him for even thinking about leaving. Chirr refused his dad's pleads, and left anyways, seeking independence and a joy to find more like minded individuals. He found refuge in the city of Iryalen, deciding living there with a bountiful job, and wonderful friends would be his end goal. And to find his purpose, that's been burning inside him.
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?”
"Oh hi...!" Chirr adjusts his quiver before sitting down on the small wood log just Infront of the tiny table, that appears to just a mat with a tablecloth draped over. He fidgets, watching the old woman sit down. His eyes dart back and forth, scanning his surroundings. "Oh yeah! I come from.... uhhhh.... the north....? ..I mean I just recently moved! To.. uh... what was it called...." Chirr scrambles to find a small cut of paper in his arm band, pulling a torn yellowed piece. "I just recently moved to Iryalen!" Chirr slides the paper towards the old woman, sitting egarly to see her approval. "I hope to.... uh..... have fun....? I'll be honest...... ma'am...? I don't really know what I'll find to do here. ...I want to have fun." Chirr ends his short answer with a warm smile towards the elder. He relaxes his shoulders, finally relaxed in her presence.
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