OOC
Minecraft Username: LeftForMilk420
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Valkyrie
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): N/A
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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)?:
“What's that again ma'am?” Cullen removed himself from his own temporary stupor idling his thoughts on his past life up until this point. Blinking a bit feeling as if he had been rude to the woman as he'd raise his own hands up as if to defend himself.
“Oh oh… apologies, think got what you put off to me? Oh for certain I'm a fair bit nervous, one grows so used to the inherent noise of Mariza anything quieter than such makes one feel off.”
The man scratched at the back of his own head for now as he idled on a spare thought before gesturing randomly to the side, “Get so used to the walls about Mariza, that and the constant yammering of folks who’ve been far beyond them. It entices one to get curious yes?”
He'd sulk for a moment before he'd take the time to reorient himself into a more neutral demeanor once more, “Hardly anything for Mariza, since can hardly keep the door open even with my own feet. Fair few merchants and adventurers as they call themselves out it's hard to not be the one left doing the menial shite.”
A quiet laugh escaped his own lips as he'd end up coming to a realization he was yammering off as he just spoke, “Coming to the reach since I didn't care to be kept up in those walls. Suppose also since don't care to be thrown into the conflicts with those folk up to the north. Rather be left to my own fancies with others out here than up in the north.”
“So why have I came here? Just some unskilled fool seeing if this is what will make me find my calling. Ah well we will see given time.”
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Character Name: Cullen Hathwaye
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description: Cullen Hathwaye is an otherwise unassuming looking human, standing at a moderate height of five foot seven and weighing around 170 pounds give or take. Sporting messy somewhat short brown hair and an odd pair of somewhat uncommon grey eyes that hold a somewhat youthful curiosity to them. His own clothing matches his own physical appearance, normally seen wearing clothing that matches the weather though usually he sports a simple cloth long-sleeved shirt with a hood, a vest of a similar material, leather boots and a pair of stocking to boot his own trousers held up by a rawhide cow belt.
