Zidayor grew up inside the walls of the Citadel of Acael, being careful not to break any rules or laws within the wall. Zidayor always admired his kind, but wondered why his kind was so isolated to others. Since then, he wanted to leave Acael and see what’s beyond the wall’s, beyond the snow, but sadly he was to young to leave and although he wasn’t quite aware of what happens outside the walls, nor knew why is people were so isolated to everyone else in the world, that wasn’t gonna stop Zidayor’s dream. In order for his dream to come true, he decided to enroll in the military and when he became 15, he went on to train to be an officer, protecting his people and learning more and more about what’s beyond the wall, but the more he learned, the more he realized how cruel the outside world can be and realized why his people were so isolated from everyone else. As years went on for Zidayor in the military, he grew more serious, for when he reached 50 years old, he was ready to enter battle, ready to face what’s beyond the Citadel of Acael and ready to protect his people.
Character Name: Zidayor Lorenaris
Character Race: SNOW_ELF
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 58
Physical Description: A relatively young pale man with curl silver hair, sky blue eyes, and wears a head bracelet with a blue gem implemented in the middle.
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.))
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"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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