Amaya was born into a noble Heartlander family in Carolustadt. At the age of five, her family visited Dragon’s Spine, where they were attacked by a band of dark elves. The guards managed to defeat them, but not before a rogue spell hit Amaya, cursing her. Afraid that the curse would turn her into a monster, Amaya’s family abandoned her in the forest. Luckily she was found by a wood elf, and raised as one. Amaya was taught swordplay by the elf, whose name was Qeta. Qeta was always kind to Amaya, but when Amaya was fourteen, Qeta was gravely injured by a pack of wolves and died the same day. Grief-stricken, Amaya left the forest in search of a new home. She made her way to the Dominion of Malin, where she disguised herself as an elf. There, she learned much about the history of Atlas, and later on, where she came from. Amaya was disgusted by her family’s neglect for her, and vowed to never go back to them. Ever since, she has wandered Atlas as an adventurer.
Character Name: Amaya Shelor
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Amaya has long, braided black hair and sea green eyes. She is very thin and fair skinned.
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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