Isildor was once a prince of a strong and kind kingdom. He was the air to the thrown until his father the king was killed and then his long lost brother came back who stole the thrown and changed the peaceful land into a savage and unholy one. Isildor hopes to one day return to the thrown and take revenge on his fathers death.
Character Name: Isildor
Character Race: Farfolk
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 25
Physical Description: Black hair, average hight, average build, carries sword, wears a black coat.
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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