OOC
Minecraft Username: Hyscope
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules?: Yes.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I’m Hyssope, or just Sam! I’ve been around the MCRP scene (mostly Hollowworld). I even make skins, sometimes!
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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)? (150 words minimum)
Eithna looks up, adjusting her reddish spectacles and sighing mellowly. Her expression doesn’t change much from the tired look she wore before.
“Ah. Do you know of the port Sirensong, over the sea? It was our home, not too many moons ago. A bustling, crawling place, yet comfortable and prosperous… that does not matter much at the moment, though…”
The cloaked woman trails off, considering her story more while she brushes the hair from her face.
“To put it simply, lately, we’ve been tossed to the rocks. The misfortunes that we’ve faced, the expectations, the family troubles… it’s as though our paths have been drying up, and our potential wasted. Our standing with our family, and our community… could certainly be better. We’re not sure if there’s really much of anywhere else that we could reasonably go besides home, and so we hopped on the first fetcher* that we could."
Her eyes flutter to the others of the wagon, then back to the older woman, suddenly more conscious of herself.
“I suppose you could just say that we were unfortunate. Oh, but excuse our manners… What of yourself?”
*A slang term for a commerce vessel that I just made up.
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Character Name: Eithna Primriver
Character Race: Feytouched
Character Age: 32
Brief Physical Description: Standing at a height slightly taller than middling, Eithna holds a lithe figure, draped with smooth, straight, and almost black hair. Unlike the rest of her pallid skin, that of her arms, legs, and some patches of her neck are dark mauve and slick to the touch, almost like that of an eel or hagfish. Behind tinted glass spectacles over low cheekbones lie a pair of solid brown, mud-colored eyes that tend to have a dispassionate look to them at rest.
Eithna’s garments are of rather good quality; under her hood she wears a lightly embroidered scarf over a more simple dress.
