OOC
Minecraft Username: Hiddenshifter04
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Friends talking about it. Previously heard about it through google searches (? I think? It's been years).
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Yes, IlluminTea
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm Hidden. I am D&D obsessed and- I do much more writing than visual arts, but I have been building more in Minecraft recently. I also... very much take things very literally.
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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)? (250 word minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium. Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)
Amsonia blinked slowly at the woman's seemingly sudden question; he hadn't even realized that any attention had been on him. The rattling of the wagon and rhythmic clip-clopping of hoofbeats were familiar to him, having grown up among the Falstoner, although it wasn't the native culture for his Greatling father, it was the one that his parents raised him in after becoming smitten with his mother. Being on the go was all that he knew really, spending more time among those within the caravan rather than those who shared his blood. It made his mind drift back to his youth... to his mother who passed much too young... but now was not the time for that.
He focused his gaze back on the woman who was speaking to him, giving her a brief look over, before deeming she seemed friendly enough. Not that he was very good at telling when someone wasn't friendly or not. It was usually easier to assume that everyone was, even if they were sometimes intimidated by his height, a trait he could thank his father for, or perhaps his solid colored eyes and the slight feathers that insistently poked up from the back of his shirt; some people were always hesitant around the fey-touched.
"Well, my pa wanted me to find a place to try to actually settle down. We've always been on the go, ya know? And I think he really wanted to stop the traveling we were always doing without dragging me down, so he shipped me off. Told me to go see the sights. Especially to confirm if the beauty of the... ah, what was it, all burn Crossing? No- Albern Crossing? That sounds more like it, to see if that's as pretty as he always heard tales of. He even said he had seen it one time in his youth, but there's ain't no way he came all this way!"
There was a brief pause before his boisterousness quieted down into a much softer tone, hinting at the nerves he was trying to push off,
"But... yea', I'm nervous. Just a lil' bit. Never been this far away from the caravan but- it had to happen eventually."
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Character Name: Amsonia
Character Race: Half-Race (Fey-Touched/Greatling)
Character Age: 38 Years
Brief Physical Description: A tall, heavy-set man standing at an astounding 8'3" with a rounded belly, pale gray skin, solid blue eyes, dark brown hair cut short, and a dark thick beard on his face. A set of prominent tusks protrude from his lower jaw, curling close to his cheeks, and a few dark feathers line parts of his back and upper legs.
Image of Skin and Figura Model:
Forgot that discord links explode after so long. Here's a (hopefully) proper pic.
Banished the blue, went more pale. I'll tweak his description text