Minecraft Username: Kirakuru
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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?)
Blinking in and out from focus the man turned to the woman in deep rumenation. In anguish as thoughts that once would have been easy to recall to him are no longer present."Does my mannerism display me as such. . ?" the man breathed gently- in and out his muscles being degraded and no longer as strong as they were in his prime. "to answer your question i have come for no particular reason- ive forgotten what i was and am now currently looking to complete myself in a whole new way. The reach was within arm's distance" the man looked to his palm opening and closing it "I suppose i have a greater reason for come to clear my mind, perhaps in truth it has been tricked, a Fey or Shapeshifter somehow stole who i was taking what i had known- a pain" the man sighed as the wagon rose and fall on the rough ground "i do not see much arising from this however, so i plan on looking for Arsa Sidhe lands. though my appearance may betray it, I am one, this is one of the few pieces of knowledge I have." - “With this if i cannot find the truth to my existence I plan on approaching other settlements of my kin on the continent. Perhaps joining the Korami in Ko’ram.” with this he closed his eyes, falling into a rest on the rocking wagon. Not entertaining further conversation with the old woman as rested himself for his coming journey- his attitude being dismissive of the other.
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Character Name: The Degraded Arsa Sidhe
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 56
Brief Physical Description: A tall elven figure with mutilated ears made to look as if they were human. His eyes were a twilight violet, deep in hue with their pupils being affected by some form of coloboma. This has disfigured the eyes to appear as if they were four-pointed stars. The man towers over the average human measuring 6'1" donning a build befitting of someone who was once a knight. His hair is a warm silver and gave a calming warmth as his face assured one they would be safe, as he donned an always somber unmoving face, no grin could rise from it nor could no tear fall from his cold violet eyes. He wears a red mage-like robe across his form alongside a red cape; a mysterious man with such a distant gaze.
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