OOC
Minecraft Username: Plut0Phobia
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): I have.
Were you referred by someone? If so, who: MotherChai
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I'm just a silly goose !! Though, in a more serious sense: I've been RPing for 5+ years now, and I adore cats. I have many of them. Their names are Alex, Leah, Amber, Pinkachu, Ally, Bowa and Meow. They're all lovely (i promise they're in two separate houses. I would never overcram animals). Though, that's all that is really interesting about me lmfao. I hope whomever reads this has a good afternoon or smth !!
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In-Character
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?”
Response:
She was a woman touched by the fey, her sharp jawline framing an unnatural intensity. Adorned in layers of a pure gold and vibrant red, she seemed to match the wildlands of the north even as she sat confined within the cart. Her keen eyes flickered toward the woman’s voice, while her skin held the muted hue of dulcet rose. Darkened fingertips bore nails that mirrored this somber tint, and red-tinged scales scattered along her arms peeked from beneath the fabric at her wrists, extending to her lower shoulders.
"Eugh?" A spark of interest ignited within her, and she flashed a toothy grin at the woman. Her right palm snaked upward, pointing an index finger in her direction. "Aoi'm nau'nt ne'ervous a' all." Her words tumbled out in a slurred cadence between the missing tooth warping her speech and the struggle of a language barrier. "Ya'no—it's auh change, n' all t'at. Jo'st takin 't all in, yu'h see." A halt, and then a continuation: "Aoi've ac'ualley came t'see t'at one... Spirah, yuh? T'at's 't's name, 'igt? T'ought aoi he'rd some people ta'hlkin' bout it w'ile on t'e roads." - "Figu'ed aoi'd go see w'at 't's all au'bout. Aoi bet t'at one.. Disap-pear-ance thung 's j'st auh false rumor." Her heel tapped accordingly to the wooden tile, of which resonated faint humming noise in accordance to the jitter. "Muh name is T'omor'ow. Why are ye' goin' to the Reach, 'gain?"
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Character Name: Tamah'ro
Character Race: Fey-touched
Character Age: 34
Brief Physical Description: A fey-touched woman stood at five foot seven with a sharp jawline and a fierce-like personality that drew eyes. Her skin had muted rose hues, contrasting with the darkened fingertips & nails that matched this somber tone. Layers of gold and vibrant reds draped over her attire, while red-tinged scales adorned her arms, of which had been quite visible beneath the fabric at her wrists.
