OOC
Minecraft Username: Mr_00Slime
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
So, hi. I'm slime! I'm new to all this and hope I make plenty of friends. I'd share some of builds but Reedie doesn't want them all to be shown yet, so.
I'm a crazed individual with a knack for gaming and summoning ancient spirits
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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?”
He'd place his chin on his palm with his elbow rested in his leg. "Startin' a new leaf with the skills I have from my old one. Simple as" His intonation cordial, behind a thick wall of neutrality. Until, under the pressure of an awkward silence he managed to muster up a sound "Cyril." He'd extend a hand to the older women, who introduces herself in response. "I'm actually a long way from home.... I miss it. The freshest of airs, beautiful shores and misty horizons that left me in enamored with their mystery. I’ll miss it. Also left most of my stuff there, so that’s swell.
At least I still have -“ He’d search through his bag to take out a leather bag, which he would unfurl to reveal an assortment of woodworking and tinkering tools, „– ma pals.“ He’d look up at the lady, the wall of neutrality subsiding with a smirk, before looking outside briefly. „It’s still a long way, I can carve ya somethin’ up.“ His other hand reaches into his bag to take out a small oaken log „And yer lucky! it’ll cost ya almost notin' at all /and/ I can write ya up a receipt." Reaching eagerly into his bag again, he'd take out a notebook with a pen, preparing to to write in it "I'll just need your signature, the right price and of course a customer statement. How 'bout it?“
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Character Name: Cyril O'Sullivan
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 28
Brief Physical Description: A slender, but decently muscular man, 5'8ft | 1.72m tall. His skin is pale, specked with scars and blemished. If not from his skin, his working origins can be recognized by his ragged clothes. A grey, puffy sailors shirt, leather working gloves and a with oil stained blue handkerchief hanging out from his pant pocket. Most notably are his piercing blue eyes, behind his glasses, and his blonde hair which is as pale as his skin.
