OOC
Minecraft Username: PhilBruno
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Almost all of staff.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm Bruno dude I'm Phil dude
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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)? (150 words minimum)
While Diarmait's mind wondered elsewhere far from where he stood now, lulling over the past more so than the present, the old lady's voice drags him back to the present. The seemingly rough and aged demeanor of the Greatling is contrasted by a gentle tenderness, speaking in a tone otherwise unfitting of his appearance, all the while the tip of his lips curled into a faint smile. "Purpose."
There was a palpable, albeit brief, pause as Diarmait's mind refocused on what his response meant. His gaze moved from the older lady to the skyline, "I sought it once in faith, trusted in the fiery spirit that guided my people, but I was... Disillusioned by its promises." The sour words are met with a slightly saddening tone as the Greatling's hand reached up to run the tip of his fingers near the burnt flesh of his face, "Every problem I solved with violence ingrained in me through faith always felt like a failure."
After a gentle sigh, Diarmait's expression shifted into a more hopeful one, looking back to the old lady while shifting in his seat to cross a leg over the other. "What of you? What brings you back and forth between the Reach and where you came from?"
Character Name: Diarmait (Pronounced: Deer-mid)
Character Race: Greatling - Fireborne
Character Age: Late 30s to Early 40s.
Brief Physical Description: This Greatling portrayal betrays the content of his character, a man that seems almost larger than life easily reaching the 8 feet mark, broad and looming, with stone-grey skin. Mixed with the grey is the red tint ink fused into his flesh designed as dragon-like features of exaggerated scales. Long and disheveled black hair covers most of Diarmait's visage, half of which is made up of burnt skin that has scarred over the years and most of the nose now simply two permanent holes in his face, one single eyebrow and two yellow orbs. From the frontal bone of the skull on opposite sides grow a pair of slightly curved and sharp horns coloured the same as the rest of his skin.
