I am a Farfolk born on the outskirts of Caliphate. The only memories I have is being throwin in a river before our village was burned and everyone that I know was dead. I’ve been told that my family was murdered by whoever attacked the village. Now I travel to see if I can find any survivors, trading meat and other items. My mask is very important to me, I was burned before being throwin in and it hides my scares. I am now cursed with a fit of rage that I can’t control if I am reminded of an event that happened before I was throwin in.
Character Name: Zaceria Yuur
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: Just a traveling butcher/trader. Always done for an opportunity to make money.
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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