Corvo Noferin was born in a forest, in a small house where he lived with his parents. He spent most of his childhood helping his father maintain stability in the house, since his mother was very ill and mentally unstable. His father, taught him the art of hunting, and trained him as good as he possibly could, also teaching him how to survive, since his wife's life wouldn't last longer than few years. Corvo just turned 98 when his mother died because of how severe the illness became. He knew his mother would die. But she died early, too early. Corvo knew something wasn't right. Three days passed since his mother's death, and his father committed suicide. He cut his throat with a knife, the same knife who ended the life of his beloved wife. After his mother's murder, Corvo developed some kind of a flesh-eating "disease", that spreads when he's under enormous levels of mental and emotional stress, and a deep hate for his father, but he knows that his revenge-hungry heart will never be satisfied.
Character Name: Corvo Noferin
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 124
Physical Description: Corvo, a wood elf, is a hunter and wears old clothes. Half of his face is blacked out due to a flesh-eating disease. He has blue 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.))
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"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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