Nidavellir is a dwarf who doesn't take crap from anyone. He is a very serious person with a great sense of Humor. In the First Battle of Erebor, he proved himself to Thror, Thrain, and Thorin. By doing so he was granted a seat at the Dwarven Halls. (If they could get it back from Smaug). He eventually moved to Orocani, a Kingdom far from any other influence. During his stay in Orocani, he served as a general in the army that was 500,000 strong.
Character Name: Nidavellir
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: A tall dwarf, at a glance, appears as human, but upon closer inspection, he turns out to be a hardy, battle-hardened, and large. not fat, but muscular
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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