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Minecraft Username: flatlinesu
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): 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 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?”
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For a long moment, the giant man does not speak, looking to the outside as the hills pass the cart by. The Reach has been getting warmer as spring came, but Rook was still in travel clothes made to brave the tundras of the North. It almost seems like he didn’t hear the woman speak, but slowly he blinked and looked down at her. Never has such a hulking man looked so uncomfortable huddled in that little cart. He was silent as he mulled over his words; Rook always had to mind his tone around those not of his kin, else he scare them away unwittingly when his words boomed out.
“. . . Always somethin’ to do in a growing civilization. Not much goin' on back 'ome for me other than watchin' the Valkian bluebloods go at each other like dogs.” Came his response, low and rough like tumbling stones. Absently, Rook roots through his bag of rations and takes out an orange, peeling it to hand to the older woman as a sign of respect to the elder matron. Even having been far removed from his home, some practices just never leave. “An’ really… no reason. Reckon I’ll find one once the cart stops. Eventually.”
The elder’s comment did catch a hint of that intrigue, and Rook nodded to her. “It is not.. Your first time here?”
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Character Name: Rook // Mikhail Galestrider
Character Race: Half-Race (Human + Greatling)
Character Age: 43
Brief Physical Description: Rook is a tall, strong-built man standing at 7’2”. He has black shoulder length sleek hair tied back and golden eyes, and a beard lightly streaked with grey. His clothes are almost always very warm, even when not in a cold environment. In public, he tends to slouch to make himself look smaller, as he does not like to be perceived.
