((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
- He had 1 father, never known his mother, 4 siblings including 3 brothers and one sister and was left alone by his family in a shed.
- He came from Ramasar, where his family temporarily stayed as refugees, currently a newcomer in The Southern Shores.
- Raised in tough situations, including raids, famine, training whilst underwater and punching wood to gain strength.
- Cheafly left home in the very reason that he couldn't stay living alone and surviving in a shed in which he didn't have food, drinks or entertainment.
-Because of the tough situations Cheafly himself also became slightly stronger and stronger each month of learning new techniques in hunting, crafting and simply adapted to hot and cold climates
-For the reason that he has never seen a person in his last 5 years in a shed, he is worse at interacting and talking with people.
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, uh..." The traveller stammered, his voice rough and unfamiliar even to himself. He shifted his weight uneasily, glancing between the old hag and the door as though considering whether to flee. His hands clenched at his sides while he struggled to remember how a conversation was supposed to work. "I... don't know what's going on." He swallowed hard and lowered himself into the chair she had offered, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor. "My name is Cheafly. I came from Ramasar...." He paused for a long moment, searching for the right words. "I've been alone for years. I don't really know what I hope to become. Just... someone who survives, I guess." He finally looked up at the woman, confusion and caution plain on his face. "How do you know who I am?"
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