As a child i was always quick to want to see things die, i was born of royalty so this of course, was a problem. My mother and father were high elves, so this equation never added up to me. At one point in my life i wanted to see the family pet struggle for life, so i killed it. I was then intrigued with playing with it while it was dead more than i did while it was alive. Mother and father soon found out about the incident and realized i was sleeping with a dead animal more than a live one at the time. I was exiled from the home shortly after the "incident." Six years later here i am studying necromancy in the minor form looking to expand my horizons in the magic arts.
Character Name: Elissar
Character Race: Dark Elf
Character Gender: Male
Character Age: 18
Physical Description: Lighter grey skin tone, with dark eyes and tattoos on the arms. With a mask covering his mouth to hide the scars from his necromancy practices.
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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