Due to Ilyana's race of the wood elves being those who live the longest, but procreate the least, as the curse of Iblees, thus forcing the elfesses to be fertile for a short amount of time. And because of this curse, Ilyana often never really had friends around. She grew up so fast, she stood close to her parents and most importantly, constant reading. She read and read, books were all over the place in her household within the trees. She'd make up her own if she ran out of books for the time being, and became such an intellect, she was often looked upon for advice and any sort of news that the locals needed in case something were to occur elsewhere in the realms of Atlas.
As Ilyana grew so quickly, she would often be taken out and about into the other realms, for the sake of exposing her to anything and everything, to further increase her knowledge. Eventually, she went back to only being able to read and to this day, she's only been able to do whatever she was allowed but things will soon enough change, hopefully for the better.
Character Name: Ilyana Sharoris
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 35
Physical Description: A dark-skinned, almost sharply pointed ears, golden eyed, dark haired, wood elf. Almost slender yet tall, with lots of her hair flowing down her back.
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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