OOC
Minecraft Username: Captain_Cynical
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Referred to by a friend
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: MCcookie333
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hi, I go by Cynical and I've been roleplaying on minecraft for a couple years, since 2014 so I guess for over 10 years now (
). I've hosted some of my own roleplays and experiences, mostly in conjunction with Stated (stqted on the forums). Other than writing I am however a talentless bum. But ya, hi.
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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?)
The boy dabbed his cracked, dry lips with his tongue as he took a short inhale of air. Despite the tugging of the skin around his eyes and the fluttering of his eyelashes, it was impossible to tell what he was really looking at with those jade orbs of his as he contemplated the woman's question -
"I suppose if I told you that I was just chasing crowns that it wouldn't suffice as enough of an answer?" - But despite the fact that it was impossible to tell what he actually was looking at, when you caught the reflection of yourself in his glossy eyes it felt as if he was staring right at you the whole time.
"I wouldn't say that I am a big fan of sharing, so I'll take some of your time in return for my boring story." The old half rotten planks of the cart shifted under the Fey-Touched's weight as he leaned back, smacking his lips together before continuing on with his story, "I'm from the North, far north past the wall and past the midlands. My parents were born and raised at the lower levels of Skykeep, but by the time my mother was pregnant with me, rations had gotten so thin that they would've better chances braving the outdoors and heading south rather than starving to death."
His gloved index finger traced the patterned splinters of the cart's frame as he talked, his voice almost melodic if it weren't for that intermittent quiver of uncertainty that seemed to plague his tone, "And then imagine their surprise when the kid that they risked everything for turned out to be me." He had chortled out a strained laugh before continuing after the pause, "It's safe to say that they weren't too pleased with the thing their son turned out to be. But they never shouted, not at me at least. Just always kept their distance."
He leaned back in to face the older woman, the reflection of her in his eyes becoming clearer now, "And then it really is a boring story as I say. We got caught out in yet another war near Frostpeak, and my father found work in a mercenary camp, and I was left alone for the most part. Some saw me as a bad omen and picked on me, some saw me as a good omen and brought me gifts. There at that camp I met a blind veteran, he taught me how to use a sword. Said he knew a bit about the fey. As I said, boring stuff really."
The boy turned his head towards the slow crawl of the horizon again, the reflection of the old woman now barely visible in his eyes, "And then I decided to turn south. Maybe I just got tired of all the snow and war and the Valkian politics, or maybe I just wanted to finish what my parents started," again he smirked, but if it was at the horizon itself or at the woman was unclear, "Who's to say?"
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Character Name: The Crow (Epithet as he is superstitious about his name)
Character Race: Fey-Touched (Mountain Fey variety)
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description: Around ~165cm tall; pale skin with rose pink undertones and a round facial structure. Although he takes great care to cover the black iridescent feathers that span from his appendages to his lower back and shoulder blades, he can not hide his large, jade eyes that brand him a Fey-Touched. Small scratches and scars scattered across his thin skin along with his chapped lips and shabby messy hair, similar in tone to his feathers, betrays his otherwise childlike appearance.
He's clad in a looted Valkian garb and stolen leather from a northern brigand, along with two jade pendant earrings gifted to him by a mercenary to match his eyes.
(Credits to cheyko and buhh on Planet Minecraft for the skin)
