((Share your character’s backstory! Please ensure it’s at least six sentences, written in third person, and references to the server lore, including a current realm in our map.))
If you’re stuck on what to add, consider the following:
- Your character’s family (parents, siblings, etc.)
- Where your character is from (include a real place on the map)
- What kind of environment was your character raised in
- Why your character left home
Lost memory after getting attacked from elves while trying to steal some precious materials. Unsure of homeland or potential family except for a distant memory of one person that she can’t seem to remember yoo well except for the incessant need to reunite with her. The farthest back she can remember is being chased by elves. (I have pictures of both including the one she can’t remember. Slowly she will regain these memories and it will influence how she reacts and interacts with diffrent races and people.)
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.))
Elyra hesitates at the doorway before stepping inside, the dim candlelight reflecting faintly in her crimson eyes. She pulls her hood down slowly, revealing strands of dark hair marked by a streak of red, then studies the old hag in silence for a moment before sitting in the chair offered to her. One hand rests near the small dagger at her side out of habit, while the other tightens against her sleeve as if trying to steady herself.
“Where do I come from?” she repeats softly. “I wish I knew.” A bitter laugh escapes her as she lowers her gaze toward the wooden floorboards. “The farthest thing I can remember is running through the forest while elves hunted me like an animal. I remember arrows, shouting… and blood.”
She leans back slightly, her expression hardening for only a second before uncertainty slips through it again. “They said I stole something important from them. Precious materials, maybe relics—I don’t know. Every time I try to remember what really happened, it feels like my mind hits a wall.” The floating candles flicker as Elyra glances toward them absentmindedly.
“There’s only one thing that stayed with me after all of it.” She pauses, pressing a hand lightly against her chest. “A face. Someone I can barely remember anymore.” Her voice lowers almost to a whisper. “I don’t know her name. I don’t know where she is. But no matter how far I travel, there’s this feeling that I need to find her.”
Elyra exhales slowly and finally meets the hag’s eyes again. “So what do I hope to make of myself?” She gives a faint, tired smile. “Someone who can uncover the truth before the truth destroys what’s left of me.”
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