This is in a small town in the Principality of Curon. When i was a young kid, around the age of 10, I saw my dad’s sword since he was an adventurer. I thought about swinging it and pondered for a long time until I eventually did. My dad saw and started teaching me all the techniques of using a sword. At first I was confused, but he said I was quite a natural. I slowly grew older and older and became better at fighting too. I soon learned that the capital city is the best place to use skills such as sword fighting so when I was just 18 I adventured out to the capital. It took one year to get there through the vigorous lands, and many creatures jumped at my caravan so I fought them off. When I arrived at the capital city (cloud temple) is when my true adventure begins, To be continued.
Mom : Stayed at home, did housework, took care of me.
Dad : Was an adventurer, taught me to fight, very respected
Character Name: Silver Quinn
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 19
Physical Description: Medium height (5'11"), Nice looking face, and courteous.
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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