Wolter is an ordinary wood-elf, he was born in a normal family in a wild tribe. The tribe was located in a forest in the far south of the world.
He was taught by an elder in the tribe and learned not as fast as the other kids. After his education his father learned him how to fight and he was better then average compared to the others.
The elf got older and was asked to fight in a war, he tought it was his chance to be a hero. After five months he came back home with a lot off scars on his face and arms. He got tired of getting hit by a sword and killing people. He wanted a much more peacefull life. Wolter started travelling to find his true self, after a while he tought that his heart was fighting and shooting. So he made an own bow and sharpened sticks to make arrows. He learned to make figures in wood and other stuff, his arrows were made as sharp as nives. When he came to the city Dominion he liked the people and saw his chance to be in the military of this city.
There ends the biograpgy of my character.
Character Name: Wolter
Character Race: Wood Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 27
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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