OOC
Minecraft Username: Ilnsert
Are you at least 18 years old?: Without a doubt. My back already hurts :,(
Have you read the rules? (Link): Through and through.
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who:
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hey!
I'm Insert, I won't go into detail where my nickname comes from, so just call me Ino, or Eino.
I'm a history enthusiast and closet theater kid, I also like to read/write poetry and uhm... no that's it really, not much more worth mentioning.
Glad to be here! ^^
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)? (150 words minimum)
Peering up from his journal, Aimo regarded the elder with a smile whilst he swiftly slipped the falcon feather he etched with a moment ago between the pages, for now acting as a temporary marker of his thoughts. He held his answer for a moment, gazing out onto the stretch of golden hue'd plains he'd been familiar with.
"As wind carries the feather of the awis, so too fate align my stars. Can't know what image they hide 'till the last one had marked itself to be read." setting down the journal on his lap, Aimo mused on the expression of the elder before following on with his thought.
"Been travelling for almost 4 atnos under the moon, by foot, by ekwos, regardless, I wish to see more, meet more. Etch them down to poems and acts, understand them before my time." delving on bypassing memories, he found a smile for a moment "Yet I miss the Faded Steppe, how it stretches into the horizon with that golden tint worn when the sun descended." sighing out, he found himself searching the sky with his gaze, finding a lone bird within, headed southbound "...I'll just see where my wind carries me to."
Character Name: Aimo
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description:
Presenting a blend of the mundane and unique, carried on a lean, wiry frame. His pale blue eyes, soft yet thoughtful, peer out from beneath tousled waves of black hair. His face marked twofold: a patch of vitiligo lightening the skin around his left eye, creating a soft contrast to the rest of his complexion, while three subtle runelike etches in his right cheek, hint at close-knit traditions, their lines holding with a faint blue hue. His gaze, unassuming and curious, seems distant, as though always searching for something just out of reach. Carrying with him a scent of lupine...
