My name is Oryn Curseblood, I am born in Athera Haelun’or in the year 1505 around when the treaty between the great kingdom of urguan and the reformed kindom of oren was signed my family was quite rich but i wanted to pursue the path of dark magic and that was outlawed in 1183 after Ezekiel Cunningham massacres so i left set out on my own path i traveled quite a lot which gave me an unique accent i met a warlock on my way who gave me a mask that im treasuring since he gave it to me and now im looking to settle in Aegrothond
Character Name: Oryn Cursedblood
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 200
Physical Description: I am who they call Oryn Cursedblood im a High elf who aspires to be a warlock im quite the bookwurm and am a bit shy
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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