his mother died at birth and his father died in a battle before my birth. raised by my aunt but then she was killed by disease when i was 10. with my aunt as my only family i was a orphan on the street. no one to trust. then someone took me in and gave me a job to get me on my feet and here i am a 23 year old dwarf who has a job in the community
Character Name: ragram
Character Race: Mountain Dwarf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 23
Physical Description: short and stout at around 200 lbs. red beard
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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