OOC
Minecraft Username: hedgiethehog
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Planet Minecraft- I was searching for a server specifically for RP. :)
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: No
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi! I am a teacher by day, gamer by night. :)
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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?)
The older woman's smile lines come into focus as Azura is brought back from her own thoughts of home; the wobbling of the cart reminding her of her father's rocking boat in Eryndor, the coastal town in the Mist Isles.
Azura, tired and overwhelmed, manages a small smile as she replies, "I didn't have much of a choice. My father passed, so I am going to live with a distant relative of my late mother's. She passed long ago, when she was pregnant with me. As far as I know, this is the last semblance of family I have. They don't know that I'm coming; I am hoping it will be a welcome surprise."
Azura fidgets with the seashell beads on the strings of her travel pack.
The woman raises her brows and does a discreet gentle nod towards Azura's restless fingers, "Does your extended family know about.. you?" Azura looks down and brushes the periwinkle splotches of her hands with her fingertips, and a blush blooms over her cheeks, "I'm... not entirely sure... ", Azura's one-toned navy eyes meet the woman's chocolate ones. "It's not like I chose to be... this. My mother fell from the clifftops when she was newly pregnant with me... she was quite troubled in her pregnancy. My father begged a water-fey to save her, but all that the fey could do was keep my mother alive while they waited the long months for her labor. When the time came, I arrived and my mother..." Azura looks downward away from the woman's gaze. She whispers a question, "Should I be worried?"
The kindly woman doesn't seem the slightest bit put-off from her story. "Not necessarily. But, just in case, I'd recommend wearing some gloves, or a cloak at least. They're great for travel anyways, you know. Never know what kind of people you'll meet", she says with a wink, "In fact...", the woman rummages through her worn leather travel bag and pulls out a dark green travel cape and holds it out, "Why don't you take this? It was my granddaughters. I just gave her a new one and decided to take her old one to resell at the market stalls. I think you need it more than I need the coin, love", she finishes as she all but shoves it into Azura's lap.
Azura, realizing the woman won't take no for an answer, smiles and nods, her rounded features rounding even more so. As the woman pulls back, Azura notices a scale-like pattern running up the inside of the woman's arm, and black tips on a few of her wrinkled fingers. The woman notices her watching and shrugs her head to the side. Clearly the woman has wisdom that accompanies the years she shows.
Azura's eyes widen and she can't help but speak, "I've... never met another fey-touched before now. In Eryndor, we lived in an isolated cottage on the perch of a cliff. We occasionally traveled to other ports- Sirensong and Marionsport, and I'd heard of others like us, but... I've been alone."
The woman nods with understanding and replies, "You aren't alone. No matter where you travel," She gestures to the cart, "by cart, by boat... there's always people like us around. You just have to know what to look for." The woman adjusts her wool cap so that it covers her eyes, and she relaxes into her seat. Azura assumes she's taking a nap.
Azura hugs the cloak to herself. She takes a deep breath and, on the inhale, smells of the freshly laundered garment- lavender oil was used, maybe- enter her nostrils and she is able to relax. She has a long journey ahead, but somehow, she feels a sense of belonging now that she has this cape.
Azura takes a moment to look around at the others who are traveling; it's mostly humans from what she can tell, apart from herself and the older woman, of course. Two darker-skinned little girls with big brown eyes chat in whispers while their mother fans herself, clearly pregnant. The mother speaks to her children in hushed tones, but Azura can a mixture of the common tongue, elvish, and something else... She guesses that the family are walljacks speaking Southern Creole. A pair of big, pale, burly men, one blonde and the other red-headed, are having a heated discussion about the best ways to butcher and prepare Reach Squirrels to best prepare for trading. She notices that each of the men carry a coin. The One, attached to a pendant, and one fastened as a button on the fabric of a tunic; Both men fidget with the coins as they're speaking. Definitely Valkyians. The others aboard are too far for Azura to distinguish exactly the topics of their conversations. Azura realizes, though, sitting amongst this strange myriad of folk, that her life is about to change.
The buzz of noise and general feeling of new beginnings surround Azura as the envoy pull atop a hill. The driver of the wagon speaks in a rough tone, "Don' wan' none folk left after we get through them gates. I told you I'd take ya's to the Spire, that's as far as yer ridin', ya hear?"
Azura nods as they approach the gate, though his face stayed facing forward throughout the announcement, and she breathes deeply in anticipation of what lies ahead of her.
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Character Name: Azura Viviane
Character Race: Fey-touched (Water Fey).
Character Age: 25
Brief Physical Description: Hair- Long, Golden Blonde, Wavy // Eyes- One-toned Navy Blue (Think the ocean at night) // Height- 5'0 // Skin- Golden Tan skin, with splotches of periwinkle on her hands, feet and shoulder // Build- Petite, but Curvaceous, 150 lbs
