OOC
Minecraft Username: visnjamizumi
Are you at least 18 years old?: Ya
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: friend recommendation
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Vrashira
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Henloo! I'm Vis and I like roleplays (if it wasn't obvious by my making this app). I often spend my time playing video games, going on walks, watching anime and making minecraft skins occasionally. Since I saw that the server uses figura, I might wanna mention that I have modelled one or two accessories myself once! My biggest project in figura wasn't that big tho. It was a merling model (for the origins mod, for which I made a custom merling for) which can change its appearance based on its conditions. For example, in water it would have a tail and glowy eyes whilst having normal legs on land. I'm a big dnd enjoyer and already fell in love with this server reading through the feats list. I hope to become a valued member and liked character amongst the others!
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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?)
She sat down near the woman, leaning backwards with one hand resting on her stomach. "It's a bit complicated.. The Spire is known for its arcane development and knowledge amongst scholars." She'd give a breathy sigh. "I'm hoping this place can finally give me the answers I am looking for." As the woman answered, her resting hand could be seen shivering ever so slightly as it readjusts the mask with a subtle nub. "As a child, I grew up near Albern Crossing, which has always been an unusual place to be for an Arsa Sidhe. I barely saw other people of my kind and only occasional humans travel through from the distance. My mother was a worker at the Inn itself whilst my father conducted alchemy and herbal experiments using flora and fauna gathered in the nearby woods." Her eyelids went slightly upwards, as if a smile had formed underneath the ominous mask. "I always used to entertain myself by sneaking into Dad's workshop and reading all of the books with interesting cover images. But nothing in these books was enough to prepare me for what I was about to face, for which I still haven't got an answer for." A pause fills the air, interrupted by a deep breath before Veliane got up and turned to the lady. "Please don't freak out.." She closed her eyes as she lifted her hands, sliding her fingers into the upper opening of the mask before lowering it as if removing a bandaid. As she did so, a horrifying sight has been uncovered. Her lips were missing, her teeth reminding one of a monster. As she spoke, her mouth opened, a seemingly unhinging vibe emits as the corners had scarring which partially split her skin. "I have to keep my voice down, as raising it would expose me." She explained, raising it slightly to prove her point as her low and breathy voice turned rather growly and raspy due to the strains the mutation likely had on her vocal cords. "One day I decided to go outside to play in the forest. That's when I heard a loud noise as if hearing somebody scream. I followed the noise, but never got any closer until my world eventually faded to black. When I had reawoken, I was in my bedroom with my parents looking at me with both relief and concern. I weirdly had no injuries or other harm on me, yet I can't remember at all what happened to me in these woods. My parents told me that I randomly reappeared unconscious on their doorstep when they exited the house a week or so after my disappearance. Talking became harder, my lips started to itch. No medicine was able to cure it for some reason as it got worse. My jaw felt lighter. And then, all the other extreme changes slowly appeared one after the other, which I don't have to get into detail for, right?" Veliane asked, smiling slightly as her features should visually explain what happened next pretty well. "I wish to know what happened out there, why I suddenly became such a monster.." She'd cover her face with her hand. "And potentially even a cure to reverse this tragedy." The girl lowered her voice more as she realized that she's been raising it again. "By the way, thanks for the ride. It's nice to see a familiar face which isn't a goody two shoes walljack." She jokes before pulling her mask back up to her face.
Skin for my character Veliane!!
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Character Name: Veliane Ilyth
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 19
Brief Physical Description: Silvery smooth hair lays on her scalp, flowing down all the way to her waist. Sharp purple eyes gaze around at all times, mostly into yet another book. Her skin is rather tanned for an Arsa Sidge, high boots with shorts and a corset combined with a puffy shirt. A dark red piece of clothing covering her mouth at all times due to a mutation obtained during childhood, making her jaw have disturbing altercations she feels very insecure about. Entailing dried out receded lips, teeth of the pointy variety, an even darker and fleshier skin color along the edges. Her voice is rather low-pitched for a girl and breathy. Though that is on purpose as raising her voice would lead to a more growly and raspy sound due to the mutation also having a strain on her vocal cords. The smell of old books and ink engulfs her presence at all times.
