OOC
Minecraft Username: HunterOfNightt
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: One of my friends plays here
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: SleepyDrag/Illumintea I'm not sure which they're using here
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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?)
“Oh, looking for a story? Weeeell, I’m more of a physical performer than a verbal one, but I can try.” The young redhead grins, brushing a half-curl away from their face as they sit down. “Let’s see…how far back are you trying to have me go here? Ah–ah, don’t tell me, you’re getting the whole story unfortunately. SO.” A clap of the hands, a little wink of one mismatched eye. It was likely, at this point, becoming rapidly clear that they were not, in fact, nervous.
“So. Somewhere, many years ago, a number of years ago that’s over twenty and under twenty five, a baby was born. A bastard - sorry for the language, if you’re sensitive about it. There’s bastards everywhere, you know. Maybe even right in front of you. Where was I? Ah, right, a baby. And that baby did not get enough attention growing up, and so decided to go out and get their own. You know what they say, if you don’t have it, go be insufferable until you get it, or something like that."
“I’m Valkian originally. Grew up among the markets of Marzia, you know how it is with trading, I’m sure. I’ve grown up underfoot, probably been hit in the head with an ingot or two just from being an idiot. It probably explains some things.” They laugh, a high, shrill sound. “Wasn’t too bad a place to grow up though, could be worse: I could’ve been from the Duchy and, I don’t know, learned how to weave. Is that what they do over there? I just remember a lot of cotton.” They stick their tongue out. “I would be so boring if I knew how to weave. ”
“Ah, but you didn’t actually ask about any of that. You asked why I’m here, and why I’m here is coming; see, for years I’ve been traveling from city to city, up and down the Wall, visiting as many cities as I can and performing. I’m an acrobat, usually, and a contortionist, too. I can bend in ways that always made Mama kind of upset.” They pause, tapping their fingers against their leg. “Not that I’ve ever had much success…you’d think I’d be famous by now, right? But…well, I think this is going to be my big break. I have a good feeling about this one, seriously.”
“I’m going to set up a show. I’m going to meet people, I’m going to impress them, and I’m going to be famous this time. I’m going to be unforgettable, name on a BIG sign. So, when I die, burnt away to nothing…well, am I really gone if everyone still remembers me? Guess that’s for you to decide.”
They stand, dusting themselves off, and give a little bow. “You can applaud now,” they joke.
Still…despite their bravado, there’s a bit of nervous energy to them, one foot tap tap tapping against the ground. Maybe…just maybe they’re not as confident about all of this as they pretend to be.
Or maybe that, too, is part of their act.
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Character Name: Aspen 'Asp' Holloway
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 23
Brief Physical Description: A medium height, slim human, usually dressed in bright colours. Dual-colour eyes peer out from under short ginger curls, and a perpetual smirk or grin adorns their features.
