OOC
Minecraft Username: FaeOnToast
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes'm!
Have you read the rules? (Link): Comprehensively.
How did you hear about Avalore?: Would you laugh at me if I said "Just googled it."?
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Nope
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hello! You can call me Fae, Toast, or whatever comes to mind at the time. I go by they/them pronouns and I've been an avid roleplayer for over a decade now across platforms and mediums. MCRP was my mainstay for a time but I moved on from it to engage in TTRPG games both as a DM and a player. I also did RP on MMO platforms like Final Fantasy 14, online. In my time as an MC roleplayer I have organized lucrative means to make and distribute minecraft avatar textures as well as proffering my ability to build in the fantasy medieval setting. As I am on a new computer I do not have access to such things and thus cannot show them. I am sure I will get swiftly to work and distribute such creations.
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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?)
Gaétoile awakes with a burlap sack wrapped about their form. The journey cold even by wagon, Gaétoile was thankful the journey was a far cry from sailing with Mistan people prior. They remembered contracting such a ship for an arm and a leg. People whose culture completely revolves around sailing, his entire savings was practically drained for swift passage to the Southern Reach. Why go through all that trouble? Discovery and freedom. They were an astrologer by faith, an astronomer by practice, and a weaver by trade. Unfortunately for him, he lived in The North. The land had cold and bitter northern chills full of overcast skies and thus unseen tapestries of stars. Worse still, the land was frequently in war no thanks to the tussle between the Valks of the north and the Valkian Empire in the midlands. This left crafts such as their precious astronomy moot. His services as a tailor was in high demand, often crafting warm gambeson. The discovery of the Southern Reach left much to the small human's mind to ponder. He charted most of the north's stars, but the south was unexplored. Thus did they contract a ship in secret, in hopes to skip past the border between The North and the Midlands.
Knocked from his momentary stupor of reflection, a few curt snaps of the matronly woman before them forced them to come to. "A- a loaded question, ma'am." their throat cleared as they shrug off the burlap blanket. His fanciful clothes covered in strands of burlap fibers. "Adventure, I hope is satisfactory?" The woman tutted disapprovingly.
"We have still much time to go before we arrive at The Spire. Humor me, please." Gaétoile had to blink away some sleep to fully comprehend that the woman was giving a might amount of sass.
They sigh. Sifting their hand through snow-white locks. "Fine." They sighed woefully. Dragging gloved hands over their pale features. "I'm on a pilgrimage." Rolling a wrist as he explains further. "A pilgrimage for the evening skies. Whispers on wind and paper tell of Phoenix and Equinox. Said to pull the dusk and the dawn upon their tail feathers."
The kindly woman nods along. "Aye. The Pilgrim's Path. Only legend was told to me personally when I was a young girl, but I have met a few like you seeking just that."
Gaétoile's shoulders tilts in a soft shrug, "To be expected. Many young people like me are seeking purpose." Their eyes trail outside the cart. First time in a long while they've seen rolling green hills proper. They've been asleep most the journey. The dusk began to encroach. Their eyes affixed to the stars slowly. "Equinox... I hope to find them." they could almost imagine wings covered in celestial tapestries soaring across the sky. "Wisdom of the night sky... Surely the one who so allegedly brings in the dusk would ferry with them every gleaming star's gaze."
The woman sits back, exhaling heavily, "You types exhaust me."
Gaétoile blinks. Almost offended. "Sorry..."
The matron tuts, correcting the withering human, "Nay nay. Dennae give me that. Be proud of that spirit. I've just lost it some time ago. Keep at it, eh?"
Gaétoile smiles towards the woman afore the wagon clunks heavily. Making a stop. Gaétoile looks out the window. He hadn't realized they came rolling into The Spire already. The brilliant blue tower radiant before their very eyes. "Don't suppose we will see one another?" He looks to the woman- to find she had already began exiting along with the other passengers. Blowing an exhausted raspberry from their lips, they, too, stood and crawled out. A new life... A frightening prospect.
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Character Name: Gaétoile Audibert d'Claire
Character Race: Valk Human
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description: A scrawny human with two notable traits that make them stand out for better or worse. Born with albinism, their features are severely pale, pale eyes, and near-white blonde hair. They wear their hair short, yet cute and wavy. A rough upbringing has also caused them to be quite short, around the 5'2'" range. Their appearance is very androgynous, often wearing light amount of makeup or none at all. They tend to wear robes, blouses, frock coats, and surcoats customary of high-born Valkian Empire Nobles. However, the condition of such clothing is questionable at best, having been on long journeys across the world. These clothes are self-tailored. Kept at their back at all times is a small leather satchel carrying astronomer's tools and work in progress star charts.
