OOC
Minecraft Username: AmaltheaDark
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules?: Yes
How did you hear about Avalore?: My friend, with whom I often role-played multiple times in different settings and different characters or group rps, told me about it.
Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Ferventsummer
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In-Character
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?”
Aine couldn’t help but feel nervous, not often used to being on her own, and she fiddled with the ends of her dress as she tried to come up with an agreeable response. Finally, after taking a deep breath, she locked eyes with the woman and spoke in a soft, calm tone,
“Forgive me for the lack of answer, honestly, all I can say at the moment is I’m planning to meet with a friend of mine.”
The woman only seemed more intrigued by her words, gesturing Aine to continue with her story.
“And your friend? Another Falstoner like yourself? Or are they one of those fine Arsa Sidhe warriors of Korami? I heard they’re a bit war-driven when it comes down to their lands, though.”
Aine couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh in response, used to the assumptions built on her appearance. “Not at all, my father isn’t fond of the Korami, though I find their ideas of reincarnation to be fascinating.. But my friend actually, he’s…” She paused, what was it that he said she should tell people? “..a Valkian, but we grew up together, so it seemed like the best choice to travel together.”
The woman’s eyes immediately widened in shock, mouth nearly agape. However, the moment didn’t last long as she snapped out of it and gave an almost sheepish look of embarrassment, “Ah, forgive me for the assumptions. Though I must agree its best a beautiful lady like yourself shouldn’t be traveling alone.”
The woman’s hands then gently reached out and clasped Aine’s, but Aine could sense some tense caution in the woman’s hands as the owner of the hands spoke up again, “In fact I suggest you find your friend as soon as possible, it can be very dangerous for you to be wandering alone with all sorts of wild beasts and people equal to that nature possibly roaming about.”
Aine, however, only gave a light squeeze of assurance, “That’s very kind of you, but I promise my friend is a skilled fighter, so he can protect himself. My mother also suggested I seek a patron or mentor and form a pact, since I’m not exactly a good fit for close physical combat.”
Her smile couldn’t help but fall a little, though, as her hands drew away from the woman’s, and the woman seemed to notice, “Well, that’s a good start, but it seems we still have some road ahead of us. Tell me anything you look forward to or any hobbies?”
Those words made Aine’s expression brighten a little, as she finally turned her head to look outside the wagon, one thing on her mind as if she could almost hear the waves she heard about still so out of reach, “...I always loved telling stories, my favorite being the one about the Siren Serene.” she paused, looking back at the woman who simply gave a silent gesture to continue, which Aine gladly did so, “According to some tales, there is a believed presence in the Mist Isles. Some believe it to be the home of many mythical creatures gifted with alluring songs or other skills. But most believe what occurs is the work of Siren Serene, who blesses those who earn her favor through respect of her waters, or curses any foolish enough to offend her seas and its inhabitants.”
At this point, others gathered around in the wagon couldn’t help but overhear and listen as well, creating an atmosphere of peace and silence as Aine’s story proved some small form of entertainment as the wagon rolled onwards. Still, Aine’s story continued and drifted with the outside winds as she kept recounting her tale,
“My mother was touched by a river fey, and sometimes she’d joke about my strange longing for the sea and lands unknown to me. But I’d just tell her, all rivers are never-ending travelers of lands in their own right, and all lead to the sea... So why can’t I?”
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Character Name: Aine Eo
Character Race: Half-Arsa Sidhe, Half-Fey-touched
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description: Aine stands around 6’2"tall, with pale white, thin skin and long, thick, wavy hair like snow, similar to her Arsa Sidhe father, and solid dark blue eyes inherited from her fey-touched mother, giving her an overall almost ethereal appearance. Hiding under her long sleeves and dress are scales lightly covering her arms and legs, as her mother had been touched by a river fey. Her father’s genes were mostly dominant, giving her a thin, slender frame and pale, pointed ears hidden behind her flower crown.
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