What is there to say? She's nothing special. Haling from one of the plenty- tribal-esk hamlets from the borderland between the acclaim far lands- and the heartland kingdoms. Her little' place of origins held a grand mixture of cultures between the more affluent southern regions- but with the encouraging assimilation of the more northern territories. Her father was from the heartlands- where as he mother was from one of the many regions of the far-south. This accumulates clearly in her skin tone- a cross between the lighter hue of the north, and the darker pigmentation of her mother.
Most of her life was spent caring for her parent's farmland- which specializes in unique species and other assortments. All of this accumulated to her understanding of herbal applications.
But Alas, she is finally of age, and through her own set of choices she decided to head off on her own little' adventure. That's where her story begins.
Character Name: Espa Katan
Character Race: Farfolk
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: Her skin being a light hazel of sandy-brown. It complements well with her brown eyes, and hair. She's 'decnetly' slim.
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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