Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
I turned toward the old woman or what younger folk with bad demeanor called old hag "My story is something I may not share with not just anybody, even if your curiosity is out of lighthearted curiosity and kindness for it may not be believed by all.." He said as he turn toward her my cyan cloak swayed with my movement of turning toward the aged female the cloak the cloak being striped with emerald-ish cyan and a darker variant of the color and a white fluffy fur like outline of the cloak wearing a metallic armored suit of steel and other material not from Aevos with armored leather and parts all made to be together with connection points like joints like straps/or clips keeping the armored clothing together being the same with my leggings wearing heavy metal armored boots. My back had a pair of sharp sickles sheathed for weapons hidden beneath his cloak and wearing a mask of cursed origin as it appears to be stuck to his body almost forcefully apart of his body the mask having able to have 2 holes for eyes to see through and a hole for me to eat or anything else one side of the mask being a dark grey the other a dark cyan-ish emerald color scheme the mask itself didn't seem to be enchanted or anything but it was his skin being white with cyan like hair being more emerald than cyan.
He removed the cloak as he begun to sweat a bit from just having it on for too long as he left the tent questions left to be answered as he went to his horse it was a generic brown horse with black footing fur and a black mane and black tipped fur ears as he got up onto the horse he sat a top of the leather rough saddle as he took grip of the harnesses and rode off into the midnight leaving unanswered questions
(I'd prefer more of my characters backstory be learned over time or if somebody asks questions about the backstory, I'd answer the questions)
(Another thing I plan to add another skin along with the main one I'd use as if it were another clothing style and such and will might have different hair color)
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