Once a elf was born Jeffrey was his name, Jeffrey Johnson. He was always talking much about everything. He was good at the magical school one of the best persons. One day Jeffrey thought: ' I dont need anyone anymore i will go on my own legs'' That day he escaped to a mountain where no one was. He was building a small stone house, cooking meat, getting water. His life wasnt bad. Bud than the orcs came they destroyed his house with fire and more. Since that day Jeffrey Johnson the wise elf is in war with the orcs.
Character Name: Jeffrey Johnson
Character Race: High Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 125
Physical Description: Jeffrey Johnson, A intelligent elf [Trained] [Intelligent] [Talks much]
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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