OOC
Minecraft Username: liciors
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Google searching, one of the server aggregate websites (forget which one, apologies)
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I’m a uni student, studying psych, wanting to be a therapist. I work full time, at home, to pay for the classes, so I may hop on/off during work hours, but more active afterwards. Somewhat new to RP in general, but I enjoy world-building and writing in my off time.
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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?)
I stare at the woman, studying her, “Why does anyone come south? Opportunity, even if it means dealing with the Valkians.”
“History with the Realm?” The elder woman asks.
“You, as well as any, should know the northern nobles spar with the Realm. Even if I was able to avoid the fighting in Tamohn, the mistrust of the Velkians is ever-present. Only positive is we’re south of the wall now, and free of them.”
“A student of the university, are you?”
“Once. I was lead to believe I would learn esoteric magics. Instead I was being taught siege craft.”
“Mean to say that is what brings you south?”
I sigh, “You could say that.” I go quiet as the wagon rumbles along the dirt path, the woman doesn’t ask another question, not wanting to make me uncomfortable, but remains curious. I close my eyes, and let the ambient noise fill my head, trying to distance myself from the world once more.
The woman’s curiosity pierces me. I breathe deeply. “The Aedall. The Aedall and the Spire bring me south.”
“Looking to find your fortunes in their ruins?”
“I don’t seek prestige, acclaim, nor gold. Of everything I learned at that useless university, I learned very little of them. I need to learn more of them, of their magic. Chisels and pickaxes can’t pierce it’s walls, it stretches and pierces the clouds. What is it for? What does it hold?”
The old woman smiles softly, “My dear, you are aware that unbridled curiosity can lead to dangerous paths?”
I stare back at her, “I am well aware, but I must know what was lost with them. What benefits might their ways teach us? What evils that we might learn to not repeat? I must know.”
“You remind me of a friend I had when I was still young--”
“I am not that friend.” I reply, curtly, cutting her off. A woman who wishes to dissuade me, much like family back home. I close my eyes again, letting myself tune into the nature around me. My family wished me to become a smith, but the dull clank of hammers on anvils never made my mind race like magic. Of course, I was born after fey involvement, all but confirming I’ll never pick-up a smithing hammer now I am so far south of my home. ‘Soon,’ I thought to myself, ‘Soon I’ll be at the foot of the tower, soon I’ll know.”
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Character Name: Liatris Ulesinski
Character Race: Fey-Touched
Character Age: 24
Brief Physical Description: Medium sized for a fey-touched (147/4’10”), light rose skin, long & large curled dark red hair, solid pale-purple eyes, average build, be-speckled, leaves appear around ankles, wrists, with more rough patches of skin becoming bark-like.
