I was born in a small town, one day when I woke up I heard explosions. When I went to check I saw shadows of people and heard screaming. Everybody from town was gone, even my parents! I still look till this day to come fourth and find my parents.
Character Name: Darion
Character Race: Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 101
Physical Description: I'm a nice elf, Unless you mess with me, Then I become really mean.
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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