OOC
>Minecraft Username:
Simio22
>Are you at least 18 years old?:
Yes!
>Have you read the rules? (Link):
YES!
>Were you referred by someone? If so, who:
>Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share:
Hello! I am 20 years old and from Brazil, and I've always adored immersing myself in singleplayer roleplay games and their worlds, so I figured I'd give multiplayer roleplaying a shot. My most favorite out of any of those games is Morrowind! I am currently a NEET, but I do not plan or hope to stay that way for much longer.
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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)?
"I-I just had to get away.... far as I could... From the-the waters... from that vile fog. It's haunted. The whole island is,yes. Controlled by wretched beings of immense power I say. I saw it ALL, I saw it all. That day, atop that highest peak, on my day of rite, my eyes were opened. I could finally see. Above the mist all there was when I gazed down were the spirits of the ocean-lost, taken by the waves. Their agony. The townsfolk all told me what I was speaking was heresy, that the waters, they`re the source of life for us and`re a blessin` but they know not the whole truth... They can't know, because they're a part of the curse... yes that's why they banished me, called me insane yes, yes. I know their secret. A secret so abhorent it would turn even the strongest of stomachs. I know it to be true. The ghosts spoke to me after I returned and confirmed all my doubts." Neranus' mind had been completely lost after what he believed he had seen in the Mist Isles, reduced to no more than a rambling mad man. In reality, there were no spirits to be seen, or curses, even. It was all a fabrication of his deteriorating mind, culminating in that moment at the end of his rite of passing, an arduous, days long climb to the highest peak in the islands. Although he was exiled and sent to the Reach against his will, it seems his mind could at least have some respite, away from the Isles.
As is expected, the frightened old woman decided it'd be best to avoid interaction with what she deemed to be an unstable lunatic, as she scooted away from him on the cart.
>Character Name:
Neranus Telen
>Character Race:
Arsa Sidhe
>Character Age:
23
>Brief Physical Description:
180cm, gray skin and teal eyes, much like the murky waters around the Isles. Always wears robes traditional with his homeland's community. shoulder length white hair and silver earings.
p.s.: Pardon me if my writing is subpar or maybe superficial. I haven't written anything in a long time.
