He was born in a little village of Atlas. His mother died when she was giving the birth, and his father promised that he will protect her son at any cost, from now until his death. But when Marselius was a little child he was attacked by the orcs and his father died in the combat while trying to save his son. Marselius ran into the forest and nobody has seen him for a while. But in the forest, he came across the wood elves and they taught him how to do magic. When he was 26 he left the forest and started his journey...
Character Name: Marselius
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 1532
Physical Description: When it's day he uses some magic to look younger so despite his age he doesn't look that old. From a long distance, you can easily get that he's wise.
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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