i was an orphan so i have no idea where i came from i was brought up by to humans and lived a happy life in a small village until that life was taken away from me when a shadowy figger brutly killed every one in the village except me the only reason i can think of is because i was a dark elf and that question still lingers in the back of my mind i then made my way into the capital and for the next ten years trained in extreme fighting and sword technics and I'm now on the hunt for the person who killed my family
Character Name: sarandil
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 34
Physical Description: I'm a tall and bulky dark elf with white glowing eyes and dark and gloomy full body cloak on me i have a scar on my back from a battle i was in
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?”
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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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