As a dark elf I have dark magic. I am like a demon but with a little twist. My power can be great when I learn to use it. With darkness I am one the shadow will fight for me. In the darkness is where I lurk. I'm a wise elf but I do have some foolishness in me. I can be stubborn and I can deny help when I need it. Though in the end I’ll always accept when I need help. But just turn around and go back to not accepting help.
Character Name: Sombra
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 200
Physical Description: My character is tall with pale skin and a dark cloak. My head is shaped with a strong jaw line. I also have red eyes and brown 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…
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