OOC
Minecraft Username: Tenithen
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: My buddy Starfle c:
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Starflethegreat
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Well, first things first! My name is Tenithen, but just call me Ten or May, I'm a Medical Coding student who dabbles in digital art as well as a variety of TTRPGs. Creative Writing and collaborative storytelling are one of my greatest passions.
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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)?
Marilya jolted upon being acknowledged, the young woman making an undignified yelp as she found herself snapped out of her haze. Her cheeks flushed with mild embarrassment, a bashful grin curling the edges of her lips as she nervously took off her ushanka, fiddling with the hat, between her gloved hands. She was distinctly Northern Falstoner in garb, but the girl was surely a peculiar sort, seeing as she was dressed as if in preparation for a mild blizzard just from the sheer thickness of her coat and the evidently fleece-lined tights wrapping her legs. The poor thing had been wringing her hands the entire ride as well, as if trying to grasp any remnants of warmth despite the temperate weather and clear blue expanse above them. She briefly pushed back her hair behind her ear, before quickly becoming self-conscious, for the tips of her ears were fluffy and feathered while more plumage seemed to threaten to peak beyond her furred collar, the downy decorating the back of her neck and beyond...she must be Fey-touched, aside from her eyes appearing like literal emerald cabochons embedded within her sockets.
"Oh!! Hi!! I--uh--is it that obvious? Oh gosh...I guess it is kinda obvious, I was trying reaaallyyy hard to be composed and mysterious but--" Marilya abruptly paused at the inquiry, her mind finally having a chance to halt and collect itself, inhaling deeply to further calm her nerves.
"I...am here for help. Maybe? I don't know, I just know maybe I'll find interesting people, connections are everything and well--what's the best place to find all sorts of folks aside from The Spire?" She beamed her eyes dancing with enthusiasm. "My uh---family also enjoys business opportunities, Velveteen Voyagers and all...and I like independence so--I made the big leap to travel all by myself! I'm determined to make sure I don't regret a thing! My family's pretty far and I think currently having fun preparing for The Grand Bazaar at The Crossroads without me so--I can't panic now!"
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: Marilya Morozova
Character Race: Arsa-Sidhe Fey-Touched
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description: Fairy skin, Short stature, Vivid green-blue round eyes, Silver ash blonde hair, her body is covered in feathers but she hides it religiously, and usually adorns a fur-lined coat and white ushanka hat.
Image of Skin and Figura Model: (Included commissioned art of her made by L1N6L1N6 on toyhou.se)
