I was born 230 years ago In the city of Caras Eldar. I am a Wood elf and my family has always served the Dominion. I am a skilled master of Magic and Conjuration, I have been all over Atlas and I have fought in the Coalition War besides the Empire of Oren and I have ventured High in the North to the barren deserts to the far south to the frozen Icy tundra.
My Husband was killed by an Orcish warrior who was my friend. I have vowed never to trust any race outside of my own and if im ever betrayed again, I will hunt them down to the ends of Atlas!
I travel a lot and I dont specifically live in one area for a time, I love travelling and I love seeing the land around me.
I have an addiction to Magic and I absorb it whenever I see it.
I am Talsana! Devout Warrior of the Dominion and I will always serve my people and If I cant.. I would rather die!
Character Name: Talsana
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Female
Character Age: 650
Physical Description: Cunning and beautiful, pointy ears and a traditional elven dress.
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.))
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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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