Artix Windstorm, a name known to few but the man behind the name known, and feared by many. He spent much of his life hunting out what he considered wrong-doers in the name of justice. He spent his childhood in a cold, barren land fighting for his survival among what many would call savage uncivilized tribes. He escaped the slaughtering of his people, and became a wandering mercenary.
Character Name: Artix Windstorm
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 35
Physical Description: A dark and mysterious figure, never speaks unless necessary, and on rare occasions can be seen drunkenly flirting with women.
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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