Trygve was born into a middle class warrior household in the city of Dunharrow. He often sparred and fished with his parents in his youth, and was very sociable with the other kids in his neighbourhood. Nothing interesting really happened besides the few usual scraps that occur during childhood until he was thirteen and he went out on a hunting trip and shot a white stag, forever keeping the fur with him. He ceased sparring with his father at this time as he began training with a mercenary band. He fought across many lands then found himself in the ones that the roleplay happens in.
Character Name: Trygve Kalfjord
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 34
Physical Description: One would see a tall Norlander, with broad shoulders and a wide figure. He'd have bluish green eyes and long dirty blonde hair. Draped in furs.
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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