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Username: Fryzbee
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
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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)?
Drenmir’s gaze rises for the woman, considering her with eyes of dull crimson. There was tenseness to the man’s shoulders that dissipated near fully as he spoke, “The people. I am a duelist by trade.”
He seemed content to leave it there, though the old woman seemed to lean forward, as if to say, ‘Please, tell me more.’ So, Drenmir does.
“Back home, most folk hunted most worthy foes down to extinction. I fought men by trade, though I am no stranger to a beastie or three.” Drenmir winks warmly, meant to be more whimsical than anything else, “It is a custom of my people to..” Dramatically, his arms are cast outward vaguely, “Spread like the leaves upon the wind. Scatter, even. Find new pastures to roam, new foes to conquer. It is all a rather romantic idea, is it not?”
“And you? What of your past? Tell me, what was your reason for first coming to the Reach?” The question is innocent enough, yet sparks an insightful conversation that sees the two all the way to their final destination. When the trip ends, they bid their farewell- though Dren certainly hopes to see her again, if for nothing else but for the various baked goods she promised him during their talk.
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Character Name: Drenmir Kaelith
Character Race: Fey-Touched (Fire) - Fireborne
Character Age: 26
Brief Physical Description: Dren stands at a whopping 5'8. Tanned skin peppered with scars, deep crimson eyes, and rusty red hair that reaches down to his waist that he keeps in a tight braid. He wears road leathers, well worn with travel and hiking, and big 'ol boots made for walking. His most prominent features are kept usually beneath his clothing; the scales up his arms and legs, and forever soot-stained fingers, all thanks to his heritage as a Fey-Touched.
