One stormy night, a lady in robes left a small child at the footsteps of a small farmstead near Dunshire, and left without a trace. The old farmer and his wife took him in, and named him Timothy, after the vassal in House Killeen. Timothy grew up to be a hard working, and kind farmer. Up until his 18th year, life was pretty good, but was getting increasingly boring, as Timothy was yearning for adventure. One day, he left early in the morning, and went up north in the mountains to hunt for game. When he returned, his knees fell to the floor as he watched his home burn to the floor. There were no signs of his foster parents, but a fireproof chest with a note and an iron sword, telling him to go search for adventure and put a name for himself. As he set out with his new sword, he started to wonder what fate has in store for him... Will he become a bounty hunter, slaying the most vile of creatures, or become a explorer, looking for help across the lands of Atlas? or will he end up dying, and becoming a wandering spirit, forever walking the lands and being forgotten?
Character Name: Timothy
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Dirty blonde hair, Fair skin, and 5.11" and wearing a cotton shirt and a leather jerkin. Wearing ragged trousers and muddy footwraps.
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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