OOC
Minecraft Username: A_Z_U_R
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Referred by a friend.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: @myceliumhoney
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): My name is Azur, I'm certain many members that have maintained a presence in roleplay communities on MC are potentially vaguely aware of who I am. An avid and long-time enjoyer of Roleplay, I am always excited for new opportunities to enjoy the joint storytelling and interactions within communities of like-minded RPers.
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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 form of the man would adjust, having been sat in such a way that his large form was hunched forward, a cloak draped around for travel. His eyes lifted, their silver-grey forms drifting until they settled upon the figure of the older woman. Some might return the warm smile- perhaps offer something of a kind greeting. Yet Azuran's gaze lingered for longer than one might desire in total silence, as if truly considering the best method of response. Finally, after long enough that the older woman's gaze had begun to falter and the smile began to fade from her lips, the larger man took in a breath and spoke in a low, rumbling tone.
"A new start." It was a simple answer, perhaps annoyingly so. Why did others generally choose to go to new locations? To find their way so far from home? For the Greatling, the absence of the darker skies and falling ash of the conveniently named Ashlands was a solid reasoning to venture somewhere new. Those lands served as his home, certainly, but they were not without the burden of memory for the man. Still, it seemed rude to offer little more than three words to such a kindly individual, with the man's features twisting up as he seemed to force himself to properly converse. ".. I've come from Bastion, to put my skills to use." The further explanation seemed to draw a pleased nod from the old woman, enough to satisfy her curiosity perhaps.
Yet as the man's head dipped down, his brow knit. He'd left out the truly important details. That he had disgraced himself in his failure to uphold the safety of his Charge. That his entire role within the Blades of Bastion had been for naught- that he had failed in his efforts to make the sacrifice of his own life mean something. That he had failed to protect those poor souls from the ravenous hunger of the Other.. its red eyes still lingering in his memory. Those sorts of things were best left out of casual conversation, anyway. A new start seemed a good enough way of covering that whole topic.. and for the man, it certainly was the truth. He had failed in his home, brought a certain disgrace that he could not shake to his own stagnated and crippled clan. Yet there were certainly others out in the world that may be in need of someone like him- others that he would not fail. The Greatling man slowly straightened his back, sitting upwards as a breath filled his chest- his stature enough to cause the old woman's gaze to return to him once more.
"What's your name, Dear?"
Another moment of pause from him, before the Greatling lifted his arm, hand closed into a fist as it beat a singular time against his broad chest. "My name is Azuran. Commit it to memory, for it will be known in these lands soon enough."
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Character Name: Azuran Thorne Mal'arn
Character Race: Human-Greatling Halfblood
Character Age: 35
Brief Physical Description: Stood at an imposing 8'0, an absolute monolith even amongst his Greatling peers, Azuran is best described as a physical depiction of strength. Broad and heavily muscled, with a wild mane of hair that holds a deep, black hue. Silver eyes striking upon his visage.
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