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Becoming an adventurer was Mythril's dream. He had always been a person that looked for the exciting things in life. What better way than to soothe his cravings by going on countless of adventures, traveling across the land to find new wonders, stumbling upon ruins, towns and more! It was dangerous to go out there alone, but he knew how to defend himself in most cases so he wasn't worried about that. He used to be a simple farm boy, living on the fields near a kingdom. He spent his days helping out there but to his surprise he still didn't have much muscle. The 5'6ft male had a slender body and tender skin. Only his hands were a bit roughed up from working. He had fair skin, there were barely any marks on it. His long ginger hair draped over his shoulders. He had a more feminine face: no beard or anything, an oval shaped face, slightly narrowed eyes and thin eyebrows. One could easily get lost into those forest-green orbs of his.
He walked through a forest. There was no path to guide him. He had recently passed a village and restocked his food and tools, then he left. He let his feet guide him, going wherever he wanted to go. He wore a simply outfit consisting of a pair of black boots, beige loose pants, a black belt and a cream puffy shirt: one that had to be tied up by a string near his neck. He had a leather bag with him and there was a pouch on his belt in which he kept his money, next to it hung a dagger, safely tucked away but easy to reach if necessary. He hummed quietly, listening to the birds that chirped, the trees that rustled. Nature had always been something that calmed him, which was why he really liked traveling like that. He always stumbled upon new things, often beautiful things.. Except for one time when he stumbled upon an ugly orc.
Suddenly he stood still. He saw something in the distance.. A huge opening which seemed to be an entrance of some sort of cave or den. Of course he had to check that out! He made his way to the opening and put his bag down. He got out a stick with a cloth wrapped around the tip. He quickly lit it on fire with a gooey substance and a firestone so he had a torch. Going in that cave without light? That was a stupid idea. He hid his bag behind some rocks, finding it too risky to take everything at once. He kept his dagger close to himself and held the torch in his hand as he started wandering into the den. It was quiet and definitely colder than outside.
Becoming an adventurer was Mythril's dream. He had always been a person that looked for the exciting things in life. What better way than to soothe his cravings by going on countless of adventures, traveling across the land to find new wonders, stumbling upon ruins, towns and more! It was dangerous to go out there alone, but he knew how to defend himself in most cases so he wasn't worried about that. He used to be a simple farm boy, living on the fields near a kingdom. He spent his days helping out there but to his surprise he still didn't have much muscle. The 5'6ft male had a slender body and tender skin. Only his hands were a bit roughed up from working. He had fair skin, there were barely any marks on it. His long ginger hair draped over his shoulders. He had a more feminine face: no beard or anything, an oval shaped face, slightly narrowed eyes and thin eyebrows. One could easily get lost into those forest-green orbs of his.
He walked through a forest. There was no path to guide him. He had recently passed a village and restocked his food and tools, then he left. He let his feet guide him, going wherever he wanted to go. He wore a simply outfit consisting of a pair of black boots, beige loose pants, a black belt and a cream puffy shirt: one that had to be tied up by a string near his neck. He had a leather bag with him and there was a pouch on his belt in which he kept his money, next to it hung a dagger, safely tucked away but easy to reach if necessary. He hummed quietly, listening to the birds that chirped, the trees that rustled. Nature had always been something that calmed him, which was why he really liked traveling like that. He always stumbled upon new things, often beautiful things.. Except for one time when he stumbled upon an ugly orc.
Suddenly he stood still. He saw something in the distance.. A huge opening which seemed to be an entrance of some sort of cave or den. Of course he had to check that out! He made his way to the opening and put his bag down. He got out a stick with a cloth wrapped around the tip. He quickly lit it on fire with a gooey substance and a firestone so he had a torch. Going in that cave without light? That was a stupid idea. He hid his bag behind some rocks, finding it too risky to take everything at once. He kept his dagger close to himself and held the torch in his hand as he started wandering into the den. It was quiet and definitely colder than outside.
