Schelena doesn't remember much of her childhood, she remembers being found at the age of 3, alone and then being taken in by a dark elven family that lived within the Duchy of Adria. Her adoptive family was large but not too large, She had her parents; Phargos Alendar (Father) and Yasthara Alendar (Mother), her siblings; Kialess (Sister), Vornzen (Brother), Lagara (Sister), Laestree (Sister), Briza (Sister), Gelryn (Brother), and then Hadlok (Brother), who was born 2 years after she was adopted (All are not real, characters, just characters i made up for the backstory). She never spoke a word her entire life so her adoptive family taught her what they knew of the common language and then taught her the written and sign language of Vel’luah. Her life wasn't the easiest growing up, she grew up in poverty and grew up facing discrimination for being a dark elf and for being mute, and even though she did grow surrounded by love and care, it wasn't enough. Schelena always desired more out of her life, she didn't want to be a any one, she wanted to be some body that people could turn to, to look up to, to admire. Eventually, on her 18th birthday, she left home to spare her family of the burden of another mouth to feed, and to travel the land to make friends, find her passion in life, and to eventually be that some body.
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.))
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The dark elf sat down before the old hag, once seated, she pulled out a quill and a makeshift journal. She began scribbling into the book, it took a moment for her to finish writing, but once she did, she ripped it out and handed it to the older woman, letting her read it. 'I come from the Duchy of Adria, and one day I hope to be either a scholar or a famed adventurer.' That is what was written on the paper. The hand writing wasn't the cleanest or fanciest, it was simple at best. It was also clear that the dark elf's common wasn't the greatest as there were mistakes within the single sentence alone. Despite that, it was still able to be read and understood at the very least.
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