OOC
Minecraft Username: ScarletRoseTea
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Minecraft server list.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: N/A.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I used to role-play quite often across a few different servers when I was younger but took a break when things got busy and never really looked back. But now here I am looking for scraps of inspiration, I like to draw and write so thought it would be fun.
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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?)
Anwyn looks the old woman up and down, her nose wrinkled up in suspicion and scrutiny. She was always keen to socialise and found that some of her best artistic expressions came from conversations with strangers, but her long unwitting journey had taken most of her pure curiosity away and the arguments with her sister had replaced her patience with a short temperamental fuse.
"It wasn't exactly intentional..." She starts, bringing her knees up to her chest as she spots her sister across the wagon, "I'm travelling with my sister. We're folk from the mist isles taking our rite of passage, our coming of age I suppose, but I must admit we're both a few years late to start the tradition. Our grandmother wanted us to do it, we've been rather at odds with each other recently and she thinks this will bring us together.. So I suppose in short I can't answer your question yet, we haven't found anything of particular worth and we certainly haven't mended our relationship yet..."
The reminder seems to put Anwyn in a fouler mood than the old woman found her in and she simmers in the emotions for just a moment, biting her lips as she watches the terrain of the southern pass go by, not like the pearl shores at all. "It was a boy who got between us, you know? Foolish, I know.. But I wanted to sing and dance and paint. He promised to take me to Port Abmanyo, on the pearl coast... All I had to do was speak with him in secret. It turns out he was whispering the same dreams to my sister... Though I must admit she figured it out far quicker than I did."
Calmed and defeated, as if a bucket of water had been poured upon her rage, she turns to the older woman, “I thought he meant well, he told me it was my scales - said I was cursed and his crew wouldn’t see him as a ‘lucky Mistan’ anymore if he started bringing me with him. He said it was to protect me but now I feel I really am cursed, I just wish I was like her, she’s everything I’m not… Have you ever felt that way?”
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Character Name: Anwyn Efa Caddell
Character Race: Fey-touched
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: Fair skinned, soft features, and light auburn hair, Anwyn was nearly the spitting image of her mother. However, unlike the rest of her family Anwyn's fair skin is littered in small blue scales concentrated mostly around her joints and the edge of her face. Her family both traditional and devoted saw her appearance as a gift from Siren Serene but Anwyn has found others are far more superstitious, viewing her strange appearance as a curse as opposed to a gift.
