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.”
((How do you respond?))
--Ashryn looks around the tent, keeping a close eye on his only escape route, if things go south he knows where to run, He cautiously keeps his hand near his concealed dagger, as he slowly and reluctantly sits down on the cushion, before speaking up-- " You've...been expecting...Me?... " --He cringes at his own Semi-feminine voice, Loathing it as it serves as his only reminder of what most people see him as...A fake.-- " If thats the case...Then I may as well indulge you in my tale... "
Ashryn Keynelis Was born in the Princedom of Caurost, To a family that was, doomed to say the least, From a young age he knew he was...different, The first indicator was the fact that unlike the rest of his family was that unlike his family, who were all magic wielders, he wasnt, His parents saw this as a good this as Ashryn would get ostracized like they did as people didnt understand thier magic, which resulted in him being the black sheep of his family, due to the fact Ashryn felt inferior to his family, which honestly? He was in a way, his siblings always reminded him that he would never be like them, He was also different in the way that by the age of 7 he knew, Something was wrong With him...He felt like everything he was, everything he did wasn't...right. He only figured out why this was when he ran away from home when he was 15 and in a fit of rage confessed to his already estranged family that he was a boy, you see, Ashryn was born a female, Who went by the name of Ash, Ashryn changed his name of course he did but he never fully severed the part of his name that tied him to his family, to the people that gave him life, the people that were suppose to love and protect him, but instead all he found was the mocking reality that ever since he had been born, instead of being loved and protected by his family he was outcast, belittled, teased. It had been about 4 years now, He was 19, living day by day, some days without a roof over his head, but he didn't mind, he loved exploring and adventuring.
' Maybe Being an Outcast Isn't so bad '
--When Ashryn had told the hag his tale he couldn't help but notice the tears that had softly landed on his hands, he sniffled and flicked them away with the back of his hand, muttering a flurry of apologies for crying, Part of him Longed for his family but the other, stubborn part of it knew that without a doubt, someday...He'd find his own family. His True family, his found family--
