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.”
*Takes seat beside the hag* Well *He makes a short break and think about how he should start* my name is Sylthar im a Elv, dark elv obviosly...(thinking: i think its obviously isnt it?). My Parrents died on the highsee when i was a young 3 years old boy. *makes a short break* so my uncle helped me very much to survived. we lived in a smal scrapphood outside of the town. my uncle and me went often in the town to steal some food and stuff like this,sometimes the people caught us and we had to fight us out of trouble so we proceed to only went out at night. He couldnt find a job cuz no one liked darkelves there. Humans...*lost in thoughts* anyways where did i left ?... ah yes so one day when we went in the city. We got caught, we was able to went on a empty place, where i could hide. But he couldnt so the guards catched him and...*Takes a break and clothes his eyes for a moment* they split him almost in two pieces, they like "its a darkelve and in our city we dont need such scrab" I was silent... i had to, i must be silent.*Sylthar takes a break, he raech into his pocket taking out a cigarrette and used the fire in the Tent to ignite it* tears dropped of my eyes yet no sound out of my mouth. *takes a dragg of his cigarrette* couldnt get the picture out of my head. that was when i was 12 since then i also smoke like my uncle did, if we catched some cigarretes *a little sad smirk went from his lips* (thinking: remembers how his uncle always used his hand to dragg the cigarrete out) . So i proceed to live like this. Just without him now. When i was 16 Years old, hiding in the darkness and observe the people goig around, i noticed the exact same Guard, that killed my uncle, my friend....my savior... He was able to go around hapily with his family, his son and wife, while he slaughtered mine. Was this fair ? Couldnt answer the Questions in this moment *takes a loong zip on his zigarrette* all i saw was him and his family, in my mind... i saw them all dead lying before me. But i knew i had to be pacient. so i waited untill they went to sleep. I broke into their hous, and murderded them first him then, his wife. I thought she is also not innocent because shes with this monster together the whole time. The boy was still so jung so i left him sleeping there. I didnt made a sound while i killed them just pure fokus, observation and a dark cold calmness... After it was done, i left this city behind me, taking some of their supplies and went out in the far world... now im here, i dont know if it was right or wrong what i did, All i know is i felt better after it but also empty. How i can feel this emptines with more killing others who a guilty of a crime they never get caught for, or by doing good thinks to people that need help ? Im am on a path between both of this options and only my actions in the future are able to decide which path i will take... *He dragg the cig. off on his handinside, like he always do after smoking* And now im here... *looks to the hagg*
(Hey guys ( or girls) who read this i hope you appreciate this story, my english is kinda terrible i know this and im realy sorry for this, but i still hope this backstory was able to understand)
