OOC
Minecraft Username: tadabug2000
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Planet Minecraft
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username:
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
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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?”
Maristela's words came in a lilting hum, gaze falling over that elder woman as she leant close. "It is my coming-of-age! I have left the aisles in search of adventure, of grand tales. What all may I learn? Of that I have to wonder.." Colorful skirts drape around her legs, made from the dye of Ballerina Snails. Her entire form is colorful, seashells decorating her in strategic spots, draping fabrics prettied. Were she to perform, to sing and dance, she would make a prettied kaleidoscope of colors. "But, pray tell," Those lilting words continued as palms fluttered with each uttered, dancing gaze excitable. "Where should I visit first? I had never truly left before. The Walls? The Faded Steppes? Oh, how I must have a tale to tell them all!" The Mistan chattered on, speaking of tailoring her skirts, the time it took to gather Ballerina Snails from shallow waters and to turn them to dye. On she went, speaking of old friends and her wish for new.
Eventually, did she run out of topics to speak on, opting to sing. Her song was one local to the Isles, taught to the children, coasting over those sat within the wagon. She sung for herself, lyrics lifting out into the gentled breeze, as the travel continued. When would they arrive? One might just wonder.
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?)
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Character Name: Maristela
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 18
Brief Physical Description: A colorfully dressed Mistan, 5'6 with a lively smile
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