Wolgur is an ordinary wood-elf, he was born in a normal family. He went to school and was an average student. As a kid he always wanteted to be an archer, he played a lot with a bow and arrows.
The elf got older and was asked to fight in a war, he tought it was his chance to be an archer. Five months he fought with a sword and never held an bow. After war he came home with a lot off scars.
Because he didn't want to fight with a sword he tought it was a good idea to learn wizardry. He found a teacher and tried to learn, but his teacher had put an spell on him. Thousands and thousands of yours later he
wakes up and is exact the same.
Character Name: Wolter
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 23
Physical Description: They would see a skinny man with blond hair. He would have some scars in his face from fighting in a war.
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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