OOC
Minecraft Username: 6eater
Are you at least 18 years old?: yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: a friend referred it to me,
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username:
MrrCocoa
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm 6eater, a roleplayer that
creates skins and art.
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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?”
Within the wobbling wagon, a male was sitting. The rumbling sound of the wagon's wheels echoed as the sun's rays hit their skin; the voice broke the silence. Clenching his throat- followed by a clear of his throat. "Well, I've come to travel around the world. And- sell fish...!" He seemed to be confused- unsure. Or was he rather just a bit anxious? But he decided to
Push this aside and speak once more.
"Back at Mori- my Father told me to get myself out there!" A slow, soft chuckle with a small smile- an awkward one. Not sure if it's to lift the mood or whether it would even matter. Shaking his head as he eyed down onto the scarf he wore- a gentle tug, but a tight grip. "Father taught me how to help build ships." A small pause, before turning to look back at the elderly woman with a small, gentle look on his face.
"He gave me this scarf; he always wore it whilst we were fishing back at Mori by the beaches there." Putting his hand on the scarf, another chuckle came out of him as his eyes squinted due to the smile on his face. "He always told me it's because people from other lands wear it! And well, we barely do due to the warm weather. My Father really wanted to travel around; he wanted to see the flower fields along The Wall. Always talking about wanting to fetch some for my mother and all." Leaning back on the seat he sat on, pulling both arms up and folding them as they rested against his chest. The smile on his face never left, as he continued to ramble on.
"He wanted to see many things; he wanted to be out there." Emphasizing the 'out there' part. "Most we've visited together was back at Iria- man, it was wonderful there. The rice terraces were everywhere." His hand was up, waving it around as if he wanted to picture the scenery with the palm of his hand. "It was wonderful."
He then paused- a slow realization that he had been rambling the whole time. It was unusual, but he thought to himself that his father wanted him to be like that anyway. Retracting his hand back down before gripping tightly on his knee. A small sigh- he was trying to calm down. "Sorry- I quite rambled. I hope that wasn't too much to tear your ears off."
Character Name: Jhin Vie Lintique
Character Race: Elf
Character Age: 28
Brief Physical Description: A male, standing at 6'7 foot tall. With white silver hair and a pair of lavender shaded eyes. His hair was long- and straight. Seems like he was taking good care of this wasn't it? His body physique being quite built- but not to the best extent. His skin pale, and thin. But never failed to glisten.
