OOC
Minecraft Username:
Gartono
Are you at least 18 years old?:
Yes, I am.
Have you read the rules? (Link):
Yes, I have read the rules.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?:
Several people have recommended the server to me.
(Max. 1) Were you referred to by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username:
The first to person to refer the server to me is known as “Hellatious”
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I made this mole :)
In-Character
Read the following prompt:
The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats is 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?)
A grin was returned in kind.
“You may call me a simple man! I came for inspiration...” A lapse in eye contact. There was a short pause.
“... Where Luul’weyne iyo yare could not provide. Do not misunderstand -- The Pearl Coast is a wonderful land. Though I am certain you know that too much of anything makes for a restless soul. I needed something less and more. Different strokes, yes?”
His hands were beyond expressive as he spoke. Nails and palms were stained in haphazard color.
“After prospecting so much about it, I was told to leave for my own sake. As a wandering soul, I always wanted to see where all the sailors were coming from. And from the tales they told? Just the Spire alone!--” Stars filled his shooting eyes.
“The - The Amafells, the endless steppes, the ruins -- The literal bloody flower fields! Auclair, yes? Oh - the stains from that red would take centuries to fade, but how worth that red is. Far too expensive back on the islands, that I can be sure of!”
He took a moment to catch his breath. A sigh of infatuation. His gaze relaxed.
“My dearest friend back in Aylnalka also spoke highly of these lands. She had traveled up and down the east for about a year with Falstoners. No matter how much she tried to describe it, I still cannot imagine the horizon of caravans she spoke about.”
Once more, his attention distanced beyond the elder.
“Colorful people, so I gathered. I guess it stands to reason, given the Fey. She also told me how the Fey enjoy their gifts.” Another pause.
“I wonder if they’d like a painting. Would they even sit still for one?”
Character Name:
Naftiid “Sandman” Kaluunin
Character Race:
Human
Character Age:
26
Brief Physical Description:
Unkempt, poor, but most certainly spirited.
Sooty black hair tied back to beneath his waist, and mocha skin well tanned from the tropics. Well slept eyes of a rich amber tone, and subtly freckled from his cheeks to his shoulders. Slightly pointed ears suggest a not-so-distant Arsa Sidhe ancestor, though his mesomorphic frame is most certainly human’s. A small but noticeable scar cuts through his lower lip. His hands are caloused and labored, stained of many colorful inks.
Notably, he wears a very sun-bleached burnoose still sporting the colors and patterns most symbolic of the Pearl Coast. Beneath, an old oversized ruffle shirt and harem pants - most likely hand-me-downs - held together by a ribbon of silk. Though he walks on thin strung gladiator sandals, he is clearly more weathered for bare-footedness. Rattling necklaces of plentiful seashells, solid wood gauge earrings, and arms adorned with sea glass bracelets. Beneath winding intricate henna tattoos that lead from his hands into darker, inked tapestry toward his shoulders, back and chest.
