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Minecraft Username: CaffeinatedCrow

Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes

Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes

(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: No-one, literally found this place on Google when looking for a rp community to join.

(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hi! I’m Crow/Croffee; I’m a freelancer artist who loves making original characters for various media and stories. Most of the time I make characters based around certain media I like, or for dnd related stories. I have commissions currently open, if that’s anything of interest. Other than that, I love sweets, music (mostly rock and pop), am perhaps very introverted when first meeting (but I warm up eventually), and I like to roleplay and create interesting interactions where I can. If you're interested in seeing some of my art- just msg me! I don't bite!

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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)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include some references to our lore in your response!)

Sitting along the edge of the wagon, gazing off towards the passing plains of the Southern Reach; a young woman with solid gold eyes, and reddish scales upon her face would watch with a look of fascination. The familiar rocking of the wagon brings back fond memories of her time in her own caravan. Though, upon hearing the sounds of another addressing her, those solid gold eyes; a signature look to those called the Fey-Touched, looked towards the elderly woman next to her. A lopsided, sheepish, smile went to her face as her ears shifted downward against her head. “Can you really tell that easily?” The young Fey-touched questioned the other woman, her voice kind if not always soft in tone. The younger woman would shift to properly seat herself then, her legs moving to sit herself properly upon the wagon’s bench as she regarded the elder woman with her full attention. “I’m here to travel beyond my caravan. Growing up, I was always taught the different perspectives of my people; those ‘touched’ by Fey. If you’re not familiar, it’s those of the Falstoner, and the Fireborn.” As she mentions these two cultures, she gives almost a reminiscing sigh. “My father never really understood it but my mother did. She, amongst others of our caravan, taught me quite a bit about both sides. The Falstoner are much more carefree, and some might even say humble of my kind; they’re probably traveling somewhere else along these plains too- or at least- somewhere where they can venture out.” Osian mumbles to herself, looking off towards the plains around them with curiosity; her attention is snapped back to the older woman, and she continues; “As for the Fireborne, they’re more like… your fighters. They believe strongly in the Fire Dragon, believing themselves keepers of its legacy. They also hold a strong belief in the qualities of Fire that can link to keeping the dark things at bay… probably like those of Valk belief in a way… since I hear they burn their dead…” With that in mind, she seems to give a hum at that, though she soon seems to give an apologetic look to the elderly woman. “Forgive me, I’m rambling too much- please- tell me more of yourself!” With that, the youthful woman would allow her lips to fall silent, and her ears to perk up and listen to the other for the rest of the journey; a new life, a new beginning, just waiting right up ahead.

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Character Name: Osian Marie Singh

Character Race: Fey-Touched

Character Age: 20

Brief Physical Description: Standing at a height of five feet, this short woman appears with pale skin, patches of reddish scales and freckles appearing upon her body; her fingers are blackened as if scorched from a fire. Her eyes are a solid gold, her hair in lavish long curls of ginger, and her figure is that of soft rolls and curves. She has sharp pointed ears, not unlike the Arsa Sidhe that she is a descendent from.