Minjor born a miner in and taught all values any dwarf should have (greed, strength, wittiness, and cunning). while being amongst brutish dwarves using blunts and blades he was a skilled marksman and somehow always found a bow or quiver in a pinch. Minjor didn't approve or like his kins lifestyle so he turned away from his kin and culture to go live in solitude in the Mountain ranges of Atlas, until one fateful day when his home caught ablaze and burnt to the ground. The cause of the fire was unknown. Now he wanders the roads and delves into the caves to scrape by and survive meeting all sorts of distasteful creatures, sentient and non-sentient alike. continuing his journey to find his final resting place.
Character Name: Minjor
Character Race: Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 32
Physical Description: Marksman, duel wielder of small weapons (daggers), survivalist, cunning , swift/agile, strategic, hardened quiet mostly.
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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