OOC

Minecraft Username:  DropOfLove (Yes, same as my forum username)

Are you at least 18 years old?: Of course!

Have you read the rules? (Link): I have!

(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?:  I did not "hear" of it. Google search result got me here.

(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): I am pretty terrible at these kind of things, oh noes. But heya! CS student on their last year of uni (yay) - I roleplay, from time to time, and dm in my irl friend group. Big fan of the Fabula Ultimate ttrpg system!

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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?)

"Dear?!" Mirae gasps. "I do not recall meeting you before, miss oldie! Agh, that is no proper way to greet a stranger!" Mirae quickly taps their cheek twice. "Unless that is me, ay, unless that is me!"

The fey-touched sighs as they get into a comfortable position once again. "So why am I here, eh? You know, I am not the fondest of how noisy those Falstoners are -eh. And you remind me of them." Mirae shakes their head, snorting as they do so. "Ah, where are me manners? You mean no harm, and me heart's a gentle one."

"This is my escape y'see. I got to the point where I said to meself, 'This cannot be me life, this cannot be me life!'" They pause a moment, beginning to fidget their fingers, tapping relentlessly on their knees as they look away from the woman. "Used to have a friend. A big one. Nino. Inseparable we were. After me papa passed the cart to me, it was me and him, sellin' toys and spices. But then he had to get sick. He got sick because being sick is not something he usually is... And I am sure he got sick and was not just sleeping! Me knows how them giant folks work!"

Clearly distressed by the upcoming memory, the fey-touched turns to face the woman with furrowed brows. "And they blamed me!" they point to themselves. "Me! Because I was cursed! CURSED!" They slap their leg. "But we are all cursed, them fools! We are! But no, nonono! I was the one that got the bigger curse, you see! Because my birth was a miracle - yes, that is where me names even comes from!"

They slightly shake their head once again to regain some tiny glance of serenity. "The day I was born, me papa had a dream. It was night, and he and me mama stopped in a dangerous place. 'A monsterrr,' he saw. And the fae, aaah!" The fey-touched lets out a tiny scream. "Those fae! They told him that the monster was hungry, that it was too late, that the person sleeping on the right was going to get chewed. So he swapped places with me mama, but no. The fae never said if it was his right or their right, so she got chewed, and what was left was just me and me cursed tongue."

Mirae sighs, recollecting themselves once again. "I know what you are thinking and.. I do not care. If you think that story is fake, if you think that that is no fae behavior, then keep it to yourself, miss-y, because it is true for me!" The cursed one frowns, their eyes failing to meet the woman's as unconsciously they arc their body, closing into themselves as one arm hugs the leg they just raised and rested on the other.

"'am a little lost to tell you the truth... I liked me job and liked me cart. I liked the creative process - you have to have that youth in you still - those toys and knickknacks are wondrous things... Not that the Rolling Haven could ever understand."

The Miracle-born tilts their head up, looking at the clouds. They spend a few minutes contemplating them in silence. "You must be old and wise, yes, what do you say? What should I do? It is only fair I ask a question back!" Mirae swipes their view back to where the old lady once sat, only to see an empty seat. "Dang it."

Usage of AI to generate, modify or translate the writing on your application will result in denial of your whitelist. There will be no chance to re-apply afterwards.

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Character Name: Mirae Fennel

Character Race: Fey-Touched

Character Age: 27

Brief Physical Description: Mirae is a lightly tan, slightly chubby and small (around 1.2m) fey-touched.  The first thing one might notice when meeting them might be the big deep blue eyes, or the fluffy brown hair that they usually hide under a red beret. Examining closer, one might spy bark-like furrows adorning their skin - but the actual bark touches reside well hidden underneath multiple articles of clothing.

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