I born in a boat between Vailor and Axios in 1571. My parents taught me to read, to tell stories, to play the lute, to sing, to compose... Then, i also learned how to use the sword from a group of soldiers some years after we reached Axios. I readed a lot when i was Young about the other continents, i always whanted to explore them but, inside me, i knew that it was imposible. At the age of 38 i where attacked and stoled by a group of thief and in San'Garath, the most near city, they didn't do anything, that's why i usualy hate orcs. In my 50 birthday my parents and Friends give to me a small boat, i used it during many years until it broke, I always love to travel but, through the sea, it was better. In 1643, when we reached Atlas i just wanted to do one thing, explore it. I learned to use a bow by myself hunting, i also learned how to make an improvised boat, how to make clothes... Now a days i live in perhaps in Atlas but i want to come back to society soon.
Character Name: Tharkûn
Character Race: Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 91
Physical Description: Brown and long hair, blue eyes and a bit dark skin, 5'7 ft, 123 lbs.
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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