OOC
Minecraft Username: El_JEFEtheDON
Are you at least 18 years old?: yuh
Have you read the rules? (Link): yus
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: grape vine
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username:
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
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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 wordminimum - 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 mimic her smile as I entertain her curiosity.
“You ask me why I come to the Reach?! Well, uhh, I’ve come looking for a home, I suppose.” I rub my neck as I gaze over the plain, and as we cluelessly travel over ages of history, I begin to reminisce of my own.
“I’ve been traveling for a little over a year, well… really most of my life, been all over the steppes and midlands.” Mumbles “got in a lil trouble out in midlands.”
“I’ve settled in a few spots, but never longer than a month or two, sometimes not even staying a full Sunday to Ashday in one place. However, I’ve been traveling alone for the past couple of years.”
The older woman raises an eyebrow, asking, “How come?”
“Well, I was born to a family of traders out in the steppes. They were Falstoners, so I spent most of my life on a caravan with them, until…” for a second, my eyes trail off into memories of the past, fuzzy spheres of light leading me to somewhere, somewhere…
My head then begins to feel light, feeling as though it’s floating in the air like a Nightdancer, and I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to remember but only retaining the feeling of grief.
I force a smile back onto my face.
Take a deep breath and
“Well… they’re not around anymore…
Regardless! Cause of it I’ve been in search of a place I can call home, a place with adventure, a place that could keep me busy… somewhere I can actually settle down.”
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Character Name: Barnabas
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: 5’10 male with dark skin, dark brown irises with scleras slightly tinted yellow, and large unkept curly hair.
