OOC
Minecraft Username: Vexk0re
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Friend.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Fryzbee.
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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):
"My ma, she was Arsa Sidhe," He explains, bobbing his knee and gesturing with his fingers, all decorated in stolen rings. With all of that jewelry around his neck and fingers, Ambrose looked like he had just stepped out of a Grand Bazaar stall with emptier pockets than he entered with. "My pa, Fey-Touched, that's where I get the devilish looks, y'see." He scratches at his ear with a pinkie as a distasteful thought slips into his mind. Devilish was certainly a word to be used to describe that which his father considered a blessing, and he, a curse. Unamused, he scrunches up his nose and continues with a roll of his wrist, finding it easier than rambling on to avoid the question. "Didn't meet either, got picked up by this caravan of Falstoners by some unmentionables, 'friends'. The Velveteen Voyager, to be exact." Ambrose looked the part, truth be told. "Now I'm here, don't worry about the rest. Though, say, what do you know about this 'Undercity' I keep hearin' whispers about?" However he got here, and whyever he was here, Ambrose was certain of one thing, and that was that Lady Luck would surely be on this charismatic pick-pocket's side, just as she had been on the journey here, held close to his heart via a coin he kept in his breast pocket. Maybe one day he would earn one of her favors. An impish grin toys at his lips at that delicious thought. Yes, yes. About that Undercity.
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Character Name: Ambrose Fellgrave
Character Race: Fey-Touched & Ara Sidhe (Halfling)
Character Age: 28
Brief Physical Description: Ambrose is 6'0 with dark hair, dark scaly skin, and shiny, equally dark eyes, making him fit in a completely monochromatic setting. His hands are scorched, and his hair is long, wavy, greying, and near dragging on the ground. He has a thin, elven frame, and long knife-like ears.
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