The femboy human Warrior Alex

Looking at your slim frame in your slightly worn leather armor, you can't help but sigh. Your father was the manliest of men, big as a mountain and hairy as a bear. The son, however, took after the mother, a slim beautiful woman who had been missing for many years. While you couldn't help wishing things were different, you still had your pride. Even if you took occasional ribbing by the other warriors for your lack of outward manliness, all respected your skill and speed, especially when you could leave any of the hulking behemoths in disgrace when battling in the training arena. In fact, you were skilled enough to be seen as a hope of your generation, possibly earning the rights to cheifdom as your father did on his pilgrimage.

Looking into more detail, your androgynous young face complements your dark shaggy hair, the bangs slightly covering an old scar on your left cheek. You grab your iron dagger and long sword, sheathing the larger on your back and the shorter at your waist, and grab your bag of supplies before heading to the gate. You had no one you truly wished to say goodbye to other than your father, and you’d rather avoid another lecture of what was expected of you.

Leaving the main gate, you see the land outside the village. To one side was the dense forest with a mountain range behind. To the other was a large plain, rolling hills and grass. You knew a major city laid in that direction, but didn't know what to expect from there.