James is Kaedrin in heritage, having descended from a now-extinct noble bloodline. He hails from the north of Atlas, having been raised by an elvish lord whose name, like much of his history, is now forgotten after taking a nasty head wound during a fight with bandits in the wild, waking up alone with no idea who he is James has been forced to live off the few skills he can remember, selling his blade and herblore for meager profits. However, no matter what has come his way, James has retained his kingly bearing and kind heart, always doing things with good intention.
Character Name: James
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 20
Physical Description: brown eyes, Tall, thin but muscular, with a square jaw and short cut brown hair, always well shaven
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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