Reeve Crestwing was born on the outskirts of Markev, to parents he hardly knew. He was abandoned at a young age on a farm to fend for himself. He was not expected to survive long. Despite this, Crestwing barely survived to the age of 13 before he was temporarily adopted by a passing traveler. They settled on the farm for 5 years before the traveler's past caught up to him, and he had to flee, leaving Reeve again alone at 18 on the farm. By this time, he had been taught how to farm, trade, and defend against raiders and hostile creatures. He now leads a boring life, mostly alone, and had gained the reputation as the secluded old man that anyone rarely sees. Reeve's poor hygiene and lack of care for what others think of him has made him look much older than his actual age, often being mistaken to be above 50, despite his age of 32. Reeve hates his life on the farm, and yearns for adventure, to see the great mountains and kingdoms that he often hears about while selling his crops in the markets of Markev.
Character Name: Reeve Crestwing
Character Race: Highlander
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: 190 pounds, 5'6", brown eyes, black hair, and dark skin from working in the field. He is surprisingly young for his appearance.
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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