A Place To Call Home ( Ic / Ooc )

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The slim male huffed as he shouldered his backpack, filled up with various items and goods for trading. He was looking for a nice family, or perhaps simply someone that wouldn't mind taking care of him when he wasn't out. He could always take care of himself, of course. He was fifteen, almost a true adult! It was just hard out in the cold, struggling to find food and dealing with petty illnesses whenever they struck him.. 

 

It would be nice to have a warm home, somewhere where one could always receive fresh, warm food, a nice fire to stay by to warm ones self up.. A nice bed to lay down in, instead of the tough sleeping bags he had grown used to.. 

 

He shook his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts as he walked towards a small town. "Hello?" He called out, looking around, his green eyes bright despite his fatigue. "Are there any kind folk here?" His accent was mixed, sometimes sounding more Halfling, sometimes more Human.. He had been wandering around, and staying in more places lately due to his loneliness, that he had picked up on a lot. 

 

He called out a few more times, then plopped himself on the hard ground, taking out a piece of bread. He was scrawny, bony, a bit dirty. His hair was bright red, tied with a ponytail, messy, with a small goatee on the tip of his chin. Freckles dotted his cheeks, a few on his arms as well. His ears were pointed, showing his mixed blood. He was an Elf, and a Human. A Wood Elf, he happily claimed. The frost had killed his parents while he was away, trading, but he knew what they were. He stayed with his mother though, so of course he knew at least half of his blood. 

 

His clothing was a bit too light and thin for the snow and wind, a brown tunic with a long sleeved, light green shirt underneath. He wore brown, cloth pants, and dark brown, leather boots, nothing fancy, nothing special. Aside from the blade at his side, and the large backpack on his back. The blade was a gift from his father, who had cared for him, but hadn't been around as much as he would like. It had been a gift when he found out that his son wanted to be a trader. It was dangerous Narr had been told. He needed a weapon. 

 

( (  Narr Drachen ( Fool Dragon ) is a new character I'm working on, and I'm soon going to make him as a skin. I need someone to watch out for him when the weather is too rough, or he's too ill to take care of himself, or just whenever he feels lonely. Some information about him - 

 

Narr Drachen 

Nickname - Joker

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Halfing ( Human / Wood Elf mix ) 

Personality - Sweet, friendly, loves to play pranks when he has free time. He loves to travel, hence his chosen job, and hates working in the sense of actually doing things aside from walking around and gathering things to trade / sell. Farming and mining is what he hates the most, but he will help out in either if asked nicely and if something is offered to him in return. He loves Animals, but cannot kill one when asked. He does, however, eat meat, and is trying his best to earn some sort of friendship between himself and the Orcs. He finds them, and the odd 'Cat-Things' very interesting 

[Narthok 10416]

Mmm a half elf, lets see how this goes with the helves

[Glyc 234]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.