Talford wasn't always the brooding man that he was. He was born on July 13, 1620 to a family who were relatively simple folk, owning a farm and selling goods in the township of Halsworthy. At the time, he was simply a 12 year old who tended to his family's farm and trained with swords for his dream to become a knight. However, this dream was broken when his family was killed by a necromancer. The lad was struck with grief, unable to cope with what had happened to his family. From this grief turned to bitterness and anger for dark magic and all people who use it. This drove him to survive by himself, so he had to find a new home in the Kingdom of Haense. There, he practiced how to hunt, fight, and most importantly survive. It has been over 30 years since the death of his parents, he is different now. Different from that sad boy, he is now a mercenary, a merc who despite his age and slow movement, still fights. He is Talford Brinswornr, the sad boy who turned cold mercenary.
Character Name: Talford Brinswornr
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 50
Physical Description: Talford is a Highlander, about 5'8, a redhead with deep brown eyes that stare at your very being behind his helmet.
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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