I was once a good kid...but now I'm just treated like trash thrown out, but to be recycled into something new...my name is Dash MoonStar and I'm one with the bandits...cross my path and you'll be sorry I was trained in the arts of combat espashaly dark arts and sword fighting my race is called the kharajyr or for short kha were a strong race and a force not to be recond with you'd better think twice before you try to harm us we are one and you don't stand a chance against us
Character Name: Dash MoonStar
Character Race: KHARAJYR
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Was bossed around alot knows alot about crafting and weapon usege has multiple felony's including stealing a horse with a cart full of gold
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?”
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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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