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?))
Bharmour's brow raises for a brief moment before he takes the hag up on their generous, albeit sudden, request. He haphazardly takes a seat on the small cushion, his posture a bit awkward as he clears his throat. "Well, what would you like to know?"
After some time with no response, he hums to fill the silence, a bad trait he's picked up whilst anxious. "I have some words to share in times like these, but calling it a story would be a delusion of grandeur..." he frowns.
Bharmour would then stumble over a half-assessed retelling of his family history. "Come from a long line'a humans who were all good-for-nuthin', wits about as sharp as a brass coin, only had the mind for physical labour." He fidgets with his vest. "B-but that delusion of grandeur... or so I was sayin' earlier. I've heard my eyes were too big for my stomach, and I like to think that applies to me' life too. I got a knack for building siege weapons, and I need just the nobleman's dime to see it through."
((As for physical description I will finish it here because the text box above had a very small limit (?)
Bharmour stands at a height of 6'2, he weighs around 113kg and has deep, ocean blue eyes. Mousy brown mullet that is cut something awful, yet his beard is well trimmed. No visible scars or marks aside from aging and some crows feet beside the eyes from too much smiling.
He has deep, olive tanned skin with calloused hands from wood working and physical labour.
He wears a sheep skin throw over one shoulder and it connects to a dark blue sash he wears over his tunic. Grey pants and dark brown boots. (Visible in the skin).
Has one gold earring.
Bharmour is a character I have used previously but want to adapt to fit this new server. I have been a little vague because I would like to see more of the world before I flesh out any experiences of his too greatly. But I assume he would like to become a nobleman one day (and that would be his goal), so that he can sell siege weapons and profit off of any sort of military aid he can. He is a seriously morally grey character! But quite jovial despite it all.
Thank you!
