Elanil was born into the life of being a servant of Sean_Akita, she was born in the region of Varith, where she was raised up in a Manor, living a part of her life as a Servant, and preforming normal Servant duties. Although, by the time she was around 14 years of age, her master eventually ran away from the Manor, which eventually led up to Elanil choosing to pursue her masters actions. Eventually Elanil traced his steps away from the Manor, eventually having found him as she wanted to remain his Servant, as she held no particular disliking towards him. Although she didn't run far, as she was still in the region of Varith, just farther away from the Manor she grew up in. Currently, Elanil resides around Sean on his boat on the docks of Varith, as she remained a current life of being a Servant, which she has been for the majority of her whole life, never straying far from Sean's side as she consistently feels the need to reside by his side, where she feels safe and protected.
Character Name: Elanil_Akita
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 15
Physical Description: Elanil has almost seemingly, silky white hair, and a height that rounds up to be around 5'5, or 5'6, and she's usually seen wearing casual attire.
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?”
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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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