I was born in Atlas. I was the less fortunate of kids growing up. I Grew up in a poor family and was always kept hidden from other people. My parents thought all people where mean and wanted to keep me safe by teaching me that everyone was out to get me. I did have a pet cat that kept me company but it ran away and i never found it again. i got scared of cake cause its big and fluffy it could kill you, it could be waiting for you to look away so it can devour you, its not friendly. I always wanted to go out and see the world and see what people where like. So i made a plan and ventured from my hovel and went to explore and passed through the Empire of Sutica.
Character Name: Turu
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 28
Physical Description: white, long layered hair almost fully covers a round, lively face. round red eyes. long blue cloak. due to no sun for so long my skin has gone pale
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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