I was born in a small village. My father raised me there. My father was a blacksmith and my mother was a housewife. After my mother died, I left home. I wandered around the world in search of what is truly valuable and important to me. And here I am staying in the Atlas, I think I'm here for a long time.
Character Name: Norman
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: Brown hair, A little dark skin, Dark eyebrow
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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