OOC
Minecraft Username: AtlasLovU
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I am 29.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Actively searching for an RP community via minecraftservers.org.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: I was not.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I've been playing D&D, RPing, and playing Minecraft for a long time. I like telling stories, building up my own little slice of the world, and making things look nice along the way.
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In-Character
Read the following prompt:
The sound of clinking glasses and idle chatter welcome you in as you find yourself stepping into The Full Cask. An older man with a full mustache and warm smile beckons you over to the bar he's tending. His gazes washes over you, a glint of some knowing look shining in his eyes. As you sit, his voice rumbles out:
"Hello there stranger! What can I get for you?"
After you order, he continues to make small talk. "You must be a newcomer. I'm Maarten, glad to meet you." He says with a certain kindness in his tone.
"Tell me, what brings you to the Spire?"
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?)
Usage of AI to generate, modify or translate the writing on your application will result in denial of your whitelist. There will be no chance to re-apply afterwards.
Your Response:
"Good to meet you, Maarten." Dalemir takes a big first drink from his beer, and wipes his face as he finally seems to relax. "I'm here chasing a ghost, and enjoying the beginning of a very long, unwanted vacation."
It doesn't take much prodding to get Dalemir to open up further. He seems to have little to hide. "My mother is-maybe was, by now-the matriarch of our clan. The Flintstrike family is a good, traditional Fireborne clan. You know the kind. Powerful warriors who share in their faith traditions and connection the the dragon-blessed land of their birth. They had a policy under my grandmother, a lifetime ago, that they'd accept any strong warrior who could prove themselves in that rough land. They were short on manpower at the time, you see. They brought in some real talent and bolstered their ranks, and then my mother met my father, who was from here."
Dalemir gestures at his pointed ears.
"She was already married, and had two daughters and a son with her husband. She always said that it was a mistake, but I wasn't. She could be kind that way, as could the rest of our family, most times." He stares into his mug and chews his lip for a second. "I spent the first decades of my life being swapped between the clan and my father's little band of adventurers, and then one day he vanished, along with the rest of them I guess. So partly I'm here to see if I can't find something out about that, but mostly it's on the orders of my eldest half-sister. Mother is dying, and they've finally decided the bastard son had best not be around for the succession, so I'm to carve out a place for myself here and maybe come back to visit... someday."
He blinks hard and leans back, stretches, and takes in a deep breath.
"Anyway. What I mean to say is I'm looking for work. Know anyone who needs a decent hammer arm one way or the other?"
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Character Name: Dalemir Flintstrike
Character Race: Half Fireborne Greatling, Half Aedall Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 82
Brief Physical Description: 7'1" with dark hair and ash colored skin and bright red slit-pupiled eyes. Dalemir has a lean and athletic build.
Image of Skin and Figura Model:
