OOC
Minecraft Username:
Grxblrg
My Discord username is Squeer if that's important to verification.
Are you at least 18 years old?:
I turned 18 on April 7th, 2025
Have you read the rules?:
Yes I have! I really like the tolerance paradox philosophy you apply to moderation and the dedication to safety.
How did you hear about Avalore?:
Its a bit boring, but I was looking for a Roleplay server with deep combat mechanics and lore I could get lost in, so I looked up "Minecraft Servers", clicked the first non-ad result, and found this place listed!
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share:
Hello! I'm Grxblrg, and I'm very boring! The only thing I've really proudly made on my own is the skin I plan to use for this server.
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In-Character
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?
I pause for a moment, taking in the kind face looking back at me. The possibility that she's a Valkian runs through my mind. What if she told someone I'm here? They'd come for me, they'd come for my parents... I look back at the old woman and her kind smile, and I can't help but let all the nerves and mental armor that had followed me since Mariza fell away. For once, I feel like I can talk about how I'm doing.
"Because there was nowhere else to go."
I turn my head from the lady. Looking at her just reminded me of my mother and father I had left behind. I couldn't bear to think of what happened to them, all because of me.
"It was my 18th birthday. Going into town for the first time was supposed to be my gift, it took some convincing for my parents to let me go, but they finally trusted me to be on my own without..."
I stopped myself. Now more than every I knew that nobody could know about my curse. I touched the scarf covering the lower half of my face. I could never forget my 8th birthday when my father brought it home from the mid-spring festival. It was made of soft white cotton, and embroidered with an intricate Peony design that symbolized the small town in the Duchy of Rulan that was my birthplace. I rarely went without it after that day, and my parents had to basically tear it off me just to wash it. I suppose I liked being able to look into the mirror, and see something other than a monster that needed to be hidden away. I looked back at the kind woman, her warm expression snapped me out of my long moment of self-reflection.
"I tried to make the most of my first taste of independence. I ran through the scenic flower fields I had only read about in books about my home. Just sitting in a tavern for the first time, seeing real people socialize, it was breathtaking... even if the food was meager and the people loud, drunk, and disgusting. For once in my life, I was having fun, I had barely noticed that the day had turned to night by the time I left. My parents must have been worried sick about me, so I rushed through a cramped and dark alleyway to get home quickly. That was when I saw it. A young human woman's corpse, a stab wound in it's chest still dripping blood. I was about to keep running, when I heard footsteps behind me, then a yell, a voice asking me what I was doing back there. I turned to see a man, dressed in the armor of one of the town's gaurd. He stepped into the alleway, asking where I was from. I tried to back away, to explain what had happened, but I just froze."
Tears welled in the corners of my eyes now. If I just wasn't so weak, so slow, maybe things would have gone another way... Maybe he would have never reached his hand towards my and pulled my scarf down. That look of disgust on his face as he saw my grotesque mouth, cracked and scarred, still haunts me.
"I ran when he reached for the sword on his hip. I didn't know where else to go so... I just headed home. The town around me was a blur, I could hear the gaurd yell something that I couldn't make out. I flung open the door to my home, and collapsed into my mother's arms. I couldn't explain what had happened through my tears, but I think she knew something went wrong. She was the one who told me about this wagon. I could hear multiple gaurds outside now, so I gave my mother one last hug, and climbed out of a window in the back of my home, running away from all I had ever known. I could hear yelling from inside my old home, but couldn't understand any words or what was going on... Whatever happened, it bought me enough time to flee south and board this wagon before I was tracked down."
I studied the old lady's expression. If she planned to tell anyone about this, she sure didn't show it. Her face was concerned, yet still full of that warmth that had dropped my gaurd in the first place. I let out a deep breath, telling someone what had happened felt nice, freeing even.
"So then, what's your story?"
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Character Name: Aimé Beauregard
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 18
Brief Physical Description: 6'4" (193cm) with a skinny frame even for an elf. He has straight pale yellow hair that reaches just around his shoulders, pointed ears that stick almost straight out from his head, and deep purple eyes. His mouth is mutated, with an abnormal size and canine aspects, preventing him from ever fully closing it and leaving cracked scars across his cheeks and chin.
In game model (Made by me! :D):
