Ryuga was different all of his life, his life was not hard but it was not easy as well, he was born in a far away land called Enrou, from the age of 7 Years old he has trained with a sword, day by day he would get better at using a sword and his surroundings, when he was 10, his father had said that he was proud of him for the first time in his life, he gave him his sword that has a family crest on it, it is a normal sword but it means a lot to the now Young adult, at the age of 16 his father died leaving him and his mother to take care of their home, he farmed for many years to support them still training with his sword everyday, he often meditated to cope with the stress of having to take care of his mother, he was not prepared to be the leader of the house which made him very stressed, by 17, his mother died from stress of losing her husband, Ryuga sees this as a curse from the gods he believes in as he cursed his home leaving the country, he now finds himself in an unknown land where he can barely speak the language only speaking broken English.
Character Name: Ryuga Sorakami
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Ryuga Sorakami, is a tall dark elf with a somewhat normal skin tone but with a slight grey added to it, he has black eyes and medium dark hair
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…
Screenshot of Skin:
Recommended Comments