OOC
Minecraft Username: SinonLife
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I am 27.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was searching online for roleplay servers.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: N/A
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I haven't played minecraft in a while, I was a builder/admin on a few servers when I was younger. I was really into the 1600-1700 piracy era, so I would frequent historical rp servers. I usually made my own skins so I will be using a skin that I made for this server.
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:
Melati looks at the ale the older man poured, takes a whiff and attempts to hide the twisted face she makes. Hesitant to drink it she fiddles with the rim, "I am looking for work, I have been travelling the Southern Reach on my own for some time now, my mentor Elowen passed a couple moons ago. We were originally from Signoria Di Lirenzia, he had such a wonderful tavern up there, all those that visited would say his brews were magical, as if they were christened by the Golden Fountain that flows through the valley. But he was just a Korami who knew his way around a barrel. My mother was one of those visitors, she was on a caravan passing through and traded him herbs, he told one time she brought him a grain he had never seen before and when he fermented and distilled it, it stood to be the best ale he ever made. I was just a babe when some bandits attacked the Falstoner caravan a few days later. Elowen felt guilty and sympathy for me, so he took me in and raised me himself. He taught me all the tools of the brewing trade from harvesting to fermenting to creating a captivating story around the drink to attract newcomers. We were happy for a time, but he was always chasing that one brew, his 'White Ale'.
So, one day he packed up all our belongings and set us out into Sudvalkia, we traveled leagues upon leagues selling our 'on the trail' brews. Many times, we went to bed hungry, but when we found a town celebrating the mid spring festival or a caravan celebrating Faerie's Eve we slept with a full belly those nights and extra coins in our pockets. It wasn't enough for Elowen, to no avail he could not find that mysterious plant. He fell into a drunken stupor spending many nights in alleys, one night he came to me and showed me a sword. I hadn't seen it before since he likes to keep his belongings and life before Sudvalkia private. In his drunken state, he told me that one day he wouldn't be here and that I should keep this sword safe. That I should pass it down to my children and so and so forth. Thinking it was just drunken ramblings I went to bed early." She takes a sip of the ale. "That morning he was nowhere to be found. I went to every tavern and alley in the city, and I couldn't find him. Then I heard the scream, I ran toward the crowd that was gathering near the lake. I didn't have to see him to know it was him; his long white hair floated effortlessly around his body. After burying him, I set out without rest, to finish my mentor's mission, to make his White Ale. I headed south to the Southern Reach, and I have been on the road ever since, and although the stars are beautiful, it would be nice to sleep in a room on a proper cot. I saw a sign on your door saying you were hiring." She looks around at the busy establishment. "I can make - I mean pour, a mean ale." She gives her most earnest smile. "Or I can buss tables and clean up around the place., I am Melati by the way." She holds out her hand.
Character Name: Melati Amastacia
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 24
Character Height: 5'6
Brief Physical Description: She has dark skin, a long braid that she usually has pinned up. Greenish/ Hazel eyes and wears more masculine clothing.
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