OOC
Minecraft Username: Nathanovik
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I'm 21
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes (Optional)
Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Yes, Audianna (Optional)
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm not a skinner nor an artist, but I do enjoy RP and driving fun plotlines for people with experience in dming political and military events for players. Experience in RP on MC and Discord for nearly ten years now.
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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)
The young Lamont Norinn, standing at 6'3, was an outstanding figure by height alone, his other physical qualities being largely unimpressive given his average build and his slightly slouched shoulders. Lamont had an aloof presence about him, appearing non-threatening most of the time. His messy dark brown hair accompanied his hazel-green eyes and pale skin as he turned to look at the elderly individual. When he replied, he had a noticeably tamed Walljack accent, with much of his upbringing being spent in the Valkian capital. Though, with certain words, his roots held true. "Me? Ah, well. It's a rather long story, truth be told. Perhaps you're the type to enjoy long tales. Though, I'm a bit rushed at the moment, so I'll need be brief. Aye... In short, an... 'occurrence' at the Wall which saw my family expelled from the Duchy of Rulan has led me as well as much of my kin here. The only place left to go really. I mean, the closest place, at least. I've yet to see if the choice is worthwhile or not." He grinned her way, his lips tainted by the faintest smirk. "Might you point me in the direction of the nearest inn?"
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Character Name: Lamont Norinn
Character Race: Human Character
Age: 23
Brief Physical Description: Stands at 6'3, pale skin with the unusual appearance of soft, courtly hands and untanned, unscarred, and unblemished skin, despite being an alleged Walljack. Green-hazel eyes and dark brown, messy hair. He wears fine clothing, once again in contrast with his roots. However, they are often in colors of greens and browns, perhaps in complement of his homeland.
