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Username: Sir_Saltington
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yeah.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yeah.
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Reedie
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Nah.
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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 lead 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)? (200 words minimum)
Myren adjusts his seating position with a strange look on his face. He says, “Well, it’s a complicated story. Me and my brothers were walljacks, living within the swamps nearby...” He’d scratch his bearded cheek, silence filling the wagon.
The old woman sits and listens, leaving him space to respond. She’d watch the man with a look of curiosity.
Myren finally finds his words, and dives into his story once again. “Most of my brothers are no longer alive, and my oldest brother has gone off on his own in search of revenge. As for myself? I’m content with exploring the world beyond, and seeing what the world has to offer.” He’d look over at the woman, thinking if he should trust her or not before flashing a grin, forgoing the idea. “And I’ve learned freedom is a wonderful thing.”
The old woman would give a small, compassionate nod. “Yes it is, but I’m sorry for your loss. I hope that you are able to find what you’re searching for.”
Myren gives a confused look. “How did you know I’m looking for something?”
She’d look over with a mysterious smile, “Oh, I have my ways. Good luck on your travels.”
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Character Name: Myren Faulk (Myr to his friends)
Character Race: Fey-touched
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: Myren stands at a whopping 5’7, with long brown hair and bright blue eyes that are completely solid in color, leaving some people unnerved by the lack of pupils. His skin is of pale complexion, while his arms (and legs) have a bark-like texture, although he normally covers this with long sleeves and long pants. His face is neither ugly nor good looking, all around average (in opposition to his other defining features) and his body is made up of lean muscle, characteristic of someone who has lived rough most of their life.
