OOC
Minecraft Username: TheBeeirdo
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes, both Conduct Rules, RP Rules and in-game Rules
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was searching for RP Servers in planet minecraft when I saw the Avalore ad.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: No I wasn't.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Howdy! My name is Beeirdo! im in my early 20's and in my spare time I like to draw or play games. I also like to build and make minecraft skins, here a example:
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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?)
Darting his pupilless red eyes at the lady, he stops for a brief moment to think about his answer.
“Well… uh, you see I come from the isles…” Trystan’s sing-songness, even if a little more somber than the norm, was already indicative of his origin, “...The Eagle Isles, to be more precise…”. He closes a little more the front of his cloak, his black feathers puffing behind his sleeves like they’re trying to help him warm up. “ S-sorry, I'm not accustomed to the cold - I mean I am but the kind of cold that comes with the sea hitting the ragged stone and the endless fog.” - A snowflake gently landed on his face, as if it wanted to give emphasis to the next statement - “This is of the freezing kind…”.
Refocusing his thoughts with a fake cough, he adjusted a strand of long black hair behind his ear. “And… You see I had a friend there, a childhood one, and we both had this dream for… I think as long as I knew him, of traveling. Well, not only “travelling” but to be similar to the itinerant bards of old, to go around the world, to collect stories and sing then…” A gentle tiny smile appears in the younger one's face, as if the memories of simpler times bringed him comfort. Such joy that was turned into a similarly subtle sadness "Unfortunately he… couldn’t come with me… So I'm trying to fulfill this dream for him too…” He looks away, trying to avoid any comments that would force him to tell more details.
Fortunately, as if the elderly woman could understand that, she simply asked for a song. With a subtle nod Trystan picked his violin and started playing. It was a sorrowful melody, but for him it was a serene way of covering the painful parts of his past, just as serene as the mist that covered his homeland.
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Character Name: Trystan of Alarchmôr
Character Race: Fey-Touched(Human) Mistan
Character Age: Young Adult
Brief Physical Description: Lanky, with pale skin and black swan-like feathers growing from his forearms into his back. Pupilless red eyes are framed by a long black hair that reaches the middle of his back when untied.
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