I hail from the city of Caras Eldar but was outcast by my family as a young child. I grew up as a mercenary roaming from town to town fighting my way to the top only to have everything taken away from me. I married my wife Lidya in 1659 and we had 2 kids, Tasha and Eric. during the war Atlas Coalition War, my cabin was raided by a group of men heading to fight in the nearby town. my home was burned to the ground, my wife killed, and my 2 kids captured and sold to slavery. I have not seen my children since that day, and I vow to rescue them. Now I stumble the streets, drunk and sad, working any job I can to get enough money to get a decent set of armor and a horse so one day my kids and I can be reunited.
Character Name: Rorik Van Dofman
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: A tall brooding man in his early 30s who has clearly seen death and loss. he is strong and noble but cunning and cruel when necessary
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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