OOC
Minecraft Username: retro_hagrid
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yea
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yea
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Adam
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I'm a 23 yr old uni student on my second year currently abiding my time in Finland. I play the didgeridoo and I'm fascinated with great apes. I've roleplayed for up to 8-ish years I think, by now, maybe more. I lately have enjoyed playing and directing political stories in rp, with expressively unique and weird characters of my own to pursue that with.
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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)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include some references to our lore in your response!)
Of short carne and stature in wake of malnutrition, the greatling man looked down to the woman. His eyes carved with the gaze of a deer in broad torchlight, reminiscent of one that had been deprived of sustenance and rest. It takes an equally deprived two minutes to regard the question with a heavily accented word-of-mouth tongue for the woman to pick up on. A hand had been placed on the lower abdomen to simplify any longer etched words into his meaning, before the greatling makes an attempt to stitch together word-of-mouth words and heavily accentuated words for the woman to pick up on "Neh pastur, neh laff-" Meaning to indicate a wish to a a better life, surrounding the immediate goal of quenching a hunger. A yawn stays his sentence, as his noticeably few hairs flay in the wind, hinting at northern origins. "-an.. and-" The exhaustion further stays his mind from speaking. Slumps take the greatling to a nearby Valk grill, and by the tongue of trade, issuing Stonerunner trinkets. Perhaps too many to make a fair transaction, but ultimately a happy merchant. He returns a smile over his shoulder to the woman, gesturing an index at the food with a nod to accentuate an answer.
Character Name: Jørgen
Character Race: Greatling
Character Age: 37
Brief Physical Description:
Jørgen is on the shorter side of Greatlings, narrowing himself at a measly 6'6 due to suffered malnutrion in his youth. Though otherwise dictating a modestly defined giant with grey, stone toned skin, devoid of hair and emerald green eyes.
