OOC
Minecraft Username: StarGlaze
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
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)?
Sinthea's depthless eyes rose to meet the older woman's. They swam with some unknown emotion for some time before she finally spoke, her words soft and her voice smooth. "I hail from the swamps just north of here.." She pauses for some time, as if searching for the right words. "The Walljack lifestyle isn't for everyone.. I wanted to do more with myself. Up north, I'd just be just another Fey-Touched Jack looking to make a coin. Down here..?" She pauses, once more. "I know I can do more.. I don't know what yet, but I suppose I'll let you know when I do." A soft laugh escapes her lips as she continues to think on her days running trade routes through the swamp. She had always been one of their best, given her aquatic nature. Many times in her life however, Sinthea had found the greatest challenges bestow the sweetest rewards.
"Perhaps I'll become a Jeweler." She says, finally breaking free from the memories that had taken hold of her mind. "We once ran a shipment for some Valkian noble woman, and I swear I had never seen so much gold in a single place. From what I'd heard, it was just a fraction of her collection. She paid us well, but.." Sinthea seems to get swept up in another memory, and attempts to shake it from her mind. Seeing the wisdom in the woman's eyes, she would eventually elect for honesty. "The.. Contact who set up the job went missing a few days after we completed it. We were all paid out, so no one paid too much mind, but my Mama.." She pauses, seeming almost unsettled by the memory that resurfaces within the pools of her blackened eyes. "My Mama says the contact was working with The Portents.. She said they came to collect.." Sinthea forces a nervous laugh. "My Mama was always a superstitious lady, though.. Most of the other Jacks think she just took off with her cut of the job and found a way to get north, past the wall." Sinthea shrugs.
"Agh-.. Enough about me." A bit of warmth returns to her demeanor as she offers the older woman a smile. "What of you..? It's not your first time, you say. What brings you back to The Reach?"
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Character Name: Sinthea
Character Race: Riverland (Swamp) Fey-Touched
Character Age: 21
Brief Physical Description: Sinthea's near-black eyes carry a murky depth much akin to the waters she once called her home. Vibrant cobalt scales run the length of her forearm and calves, signifying the Fey blood coursing through her veins. As if stained by some everlasting dye, splotches of a similar cobalt blue seem to coat the skin of her fingers and toes.
