Anorak's Early Life
Anorak was born in a small house in The Dominion of Malin to two dark elves. A poor family, His dad a worker in the Trade and his mother did not work. He was fairly normal a little aggressive at times but as soon as his parents were blessed with his younger brother he started to get religious in the studies of his ancestors and traveled to Velunor. He dropped out of his parents schooling and rebelled because he felt that his parents were inhospitable to his beliefs.
Anoraks Adult Life
Continuing his Ancestral ambition he moved to the district of Velunor and studies the altars and rituals preformed there. His ancestral study was keeping him content but he decided that he would like to fight for his ancestors and joined the military force of the Dominion as tensions grew with Krugmar. He enlisted and went through basic training and this is where his Endeavor in the server starts. Anorak also took an interest in public government, Deciding if the opportunity arised he would leave the army to further his duty and help the government.
Character Name: Anorak
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 23
Physical Description: Light grey skinned, Light orange eyes. A Buzzcut A short elf. He stands straight and at attention. A religious paper is in his pocket.
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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