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Arthur was a teenager who lived with his parents in the outskirts of a Haensetic village in the world of Atlas. He one day was his doing his usual business working on the fields when the sudden sound of horse hooves could be heard. The rumbling of the earth as Arthur saw the rocks tumble and shake on the earthy floor. Arthur understood what was coming, and he rushed to his home crossing through the potato fields to enter the house he would shout at his parents “Raiders are coming!” But he was too late. The door blasted open with such force Arthur fell down on the floor banging his head on a table on the way down and becoming unconscious. But the last thing he saw was the colors of the tabard. The Colors of House Horen.

Arthur woke up to notice the disaster that had occurred. There it was laying the bodies of both his parents covered in blood the faces scarred so bad that it seemed that it wasn’t even them. Arthur filled with rage and his pride of who he fights for the United Southern Alliance against the criminals of the Northern Atlas Alliance. Arthur would take his families axe and start to journey to Senntisten to kill any men of Horen and their allies and vassals. When Arthur reached Senntisten he would go to find the first man to swing at which was his worst decision as it was Antonius Horen (I have received permission from DPMAGICIAN to use his name and the RP that occurred) the renowned fighter. Arthur swung but the swing was easily dodged and he was taken down easily with a quick submission by Antonius causing him to be knocked unconscious and thrown in the prison. Now it is up to how Arthur may escape from prison or go with his life to may leave the prison to avenge his parents and his village members once again.

Character Name: Arthur Coffield

Character Race: Human

Character Gender: Male

Character Age: 23

Physical Description: He is short tempered, often quickly finding himself resorting to violence.

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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