Wigmar was born in 1649. He was born into a humble and poor family in the city of Norland. His parents were almost always fighting when he was young. Wigmar's father, Vacralm was a religious explorer and he was almost never home. Wigmar's mother was a loving young woman. His mother was always home cooking or cleaning up the house. She also had a great impact on growing Wigmar up, as she told him many important things. Wigmar had many friends when he was young. Until he turned 14, everything went great. But then his parents fought for the last time, and Wigmar decided to run away. He had seen enough.
Wigmar was 14 when he decided to run away from his home. Wigmar took everything he had and then ran out to the woods. Since then, he has never seen his parents again and has wandered the woods near Norland. Wigmar has a couple of good friends, and holds tight on them. Wigmar is now looking up to start new life in the hometown of his. He moved in to the city of Norland. He started to looking for a job and place to live. He began his journey and walked into Norland.
Character Name: Wigmar
Character Race: Heartlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 21
Physical Description: Wigmar is blue eyed, white human male. Wigmar has pretty long and messy brown hair. Wigmar is about 6 feet tall, and is pretty muscular.
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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