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In-Character
Read the following prompt:
The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats are a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and variety of folk you have found yourself amongst, packed into a wobbling wagon. The rolling plains of the Southern Reach and a clear sky stretch out all around you, the buzz of excited chatter a dull wash in your ears as your mind strays to your former life and what has led you here to new lands.
“Nervous?”
You blink, returning to the present moment. A kindly older woman sat near you is smiling warmly with a crinkle to her eyes.
“I can tell it’s your first time. Still remember mine,” she flashes a grin and leans in.
“Tell me my dear, why have you come to the Reach?”
How do you respond (in character)? (250 word minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium. Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)
Genesys blinks, briefly lost in thought. The woman's voice snaps her back to the present. She exhales, shaking her head slightly before responding with quiet determination.
“Nervous?” Genesys repeats with a slight smile, her voice firm but not unkind. “No. Definitely not nervous.”
Her eyes flicker to the horizon, scanning the rolling plains. Her hands tighten slightly around the reins, a habit whenever her mind begins to wander.
Genesys thinks back on her journey, on the path that led her here. The haunting images of the 'Widowblight,' those twisted undead from the old tales, and the silent, bloodthirsty creatures that lurked in the shadows. Vampires. The thought of them sends a chill down her spine, but her expression hardens.
“I came here for one reason,” she begins, her voice steady but laced with an underlying intensity. “To hunt the ones who slay without mercy. To rid the world of the vampire scourge.” Her eyes briefly meet the older woman's, and for a moment, the warmth in her smile is replaced with a quiet understanding.
“I lost my family to them,” she continues, her voice low but unwavering. “The ones who were supposed to be my protectors... they vanished overnight, leaving nothing behind but whispers. But I know they were taken, turned into creatures of the night. I swear it. And the legends… they don’t lie. The War Wanderers... the Aedall’s disappearance… something dark is stirring in these lands.” She clenches her fist around the reins, her knuckles white.
"I've heard of the Aedall's mysterious vanishing... and how their land remains empty, save for a growing darkness. The Spire holds many secrets, ones I intend to uncover." She pauses, her gaze turning hard and distant as if picturing something far away. "The vampires may be hidden, but I will find them."
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Character Name: Knight Genesys Santrian
Character Race: Nua Sidhe (Valkian)
Character Age: 18
Brief Physical Description: Genesys is 5'6" with dark skin and black hair. She wears Valkian steel armor that glows faintly, strong but light. The armor is covered with red cloth, with gold threads forming a symbol in the center. Her grey eyes are sharp and focused, and a purple pendant hangs around her neck, completing her look.
