Buttonnibbler lived a modest life in a suburb of Huckery Highlands. Born into a family of tailors, he came to find the craft as naturally effortless. His routine consisted of eating , sleeping , catching tail , and tailing . After his father died of leukemia , he inherited his property but soon fell into a deep depression, manifested by the looming grief of the death of his father and close childhood mentor . Within a short time, Rodney managed to burn all of his inherited income on meads , referring to alcohol as "the elixir for sorrow & the impulse for confident masturbation". His wit, vanquished, his career, stagnant, his physical appearance, actually not that bad; I want my character to look good as I'm tryna sex up elf *******. Now, exiled from his home, Rodney has taken to the open road in an effort to achieve the enlightenment of the godhead . Also Rodney wears shoes because he's a tailor and personally i find feet rather unnerving. If you made it through this entire paragraph, thanx .
Character Name: Rodney Buttonnibbler
Character Race: Halfling
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 37
Physical Description: Rodney is a alcoholic halfling with beautiful long brown hair that somehow hasn't been effected by his excessive consumption of the brew .
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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