OOC
Minecraft Username: Gamergirlseal14
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A friend of mine recommended me to play. Username is Childofrapture.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I go by Marillow/Seal on apps. I’m an artist, I’ve been a builder on past servers, and for over a year I’ve been a Minecraft role-player. On top of that just recently I’ve started taking a few MC Skin commissions.
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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)?
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Odette, upon being rudely awoken by this prying old woman, scowled. "To close Lady..."
The Fey-Touched exhaled, bringing her hand up to the top of her head, idly combing through their alabaster hair. She faced the wrinkled old women, with hers in contrast having scars all along her visage, some deep into her skin while others merely sat across the surface, she flashed a toothy grin.
"Nervous? Hah, no. -I’ve come from a smaller settlement in the Ashlands along the east side of Port Sulferm, it’s challenging living there, not much life outside a few places but there’s little challenges I’ve not faced or...dealt with I guess. Well except for locating where my good for nothing siblings for mother." letting out a scoff, as she exclaims. “You know. Up until a few months ago, I hadn’t the slightest clue my parents had harbored another child, let alone two. Funny, isn’t it? -How that thought never crossed my parents mind to tell me such.”
Clicking her tongue, she took a moment to peer out the caravan’s window, viewing her surroundings and seeing a southern spiked butterfly, a creature she’s only ever seen in a picture-book. Before eventually she turned back around to the women beside her. “And now I've been instructed by mother to travel across the raging ocean and start from the Southern-Reach, in search of them. -Such a pain. I suppose I’ll make my way to the Spire then.”
she kicked up her studded boot, crossing it over her leg. As she began tapping her clawed fingernails against her leg. “-If you’re going to ask me about my work, just don’t. You're better off not knowing, though I suppose if you ever need a pest /dealt/ with...I’ll handle it for a price.”
Odette’s head spun as the caravan came to a rearing stop. And the voice of the driver announced that they had arrived at the destination point.
Without mingling words she rose from the aching bench, taking hold of the encrusted saber beside her, an heirloom passed down to by the families ancestors long since passed. Turning one last time to the lady, uttering a brief message. "Keep your wits about you, won't cha? Don’t wanna see you like the last one I tracked down.”
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Character Name: Odette —
Character Race: Fey-Touched & Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: The woman stands at around 6’0 to 6’5, with short alabaster hair, scales alongside the lower part of her chest, and bright, golden-hued eyes. Her skin is akin to ash, with fingertips and pointed ears as black as the midnight sky. Her build is lean, though don’t let that fool you.
Image of Skin and Figura Model:
