OOC
Minecraft Username: Zaidlo
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes 21
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Server Listing
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: No
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): .
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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?”
I do not answer straight away.
“Not nervous,” I say after a moment. “Just thinking.”
My eyes drift over the plains, then back to her.
“I’m from the Midlands. Grew up in the Valkian Realm. Trade towns, busy streets. People chasing coin like it’s the only thing that matters. I learned how to deal with that. Watch people. Listen more than I speak.”
“My father wasn’t around.Never knew him. Just my mother.”
“She got sick when I was younger. Morsanguis. Started with a cough. By the time anyone realised what it was, it had already taken too much out of her.”
My expression doesnt change.
“They burned her after. Said it was the proper way. I stayed there a while after, but… there wasn’t anything left for me. Same people. Same talk. Nothing changes.”
“Then word started spreading. About this place. The Southern Reach. Empty settlements. People gone without a trace. New land opening up.”
“Most hear that and think opportunity. I hear it and think something caused it.”
I look back at her.
“Either way, it’s a place where things aren’t already decided for you. No history tying you down yet. Just pure risk”
“I’d rather deal with something real, even if it’s dangerous, than stay somewhere thats always predictable.”
“So I came to see it for myself. And decide what comes next.”
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Character Name: Zayd
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 25
Brief Physical Description: Lean and slightly tall, with a shaved head and dark skin. Sharp features, with a few faint scars along the hands. Expression rarely changes, eyes more focused on observing than speaking. Wears fitted dark travel robes with a worn red sash at the waist.
Image of Skin and Figura Model: 
