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Name: Sumerith Shlak’tir
Species: Greatling (Moms side), Human (Dads side)
Age: 19
Physical Description: Sumerith is a well built individual, majorly resembling a human apart from his extreme size and relative bulk in terms of muscle mass. Standing at 7’ even Sumerith has dirty brown hair and yellow eyes with the capability to dilate much further than humans, taking more after his Greatling mother in that regard. Commonly Sumerith dresses in his combat gear, a mix of light and medium leather and fabrics with a long flowing red scape and firey red color scale
On his hip rests a one handed longsword, intricate carvings along the sheathe show a dragon breathing a gout of flame towards where the blade is drawn, the inside of the sheathe has a special material from the Ashland’s, when the blade is drawn it emits sparks. These don’t physically do anything but serve as a flashy tactic to scare away beasts.
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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)? (150 words minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium.)
*Sumerith sat in the closest seat to the door of the cramped wagon, his arms passively crossed across his chest as he eyes remained shut with his head passively tilted down as if in a daze. To the keen eyed observer Sumerith was not asleep, his large hand passively resting on the hilt of his blade. His mind wandered to that of his home.. the blistering wastes of the Ashlands, a tough and rugged place that despite its dangers held as much beauty as even the more serene of ponds in Sumerith's biased eyes*
*The rhythmic hoof beats and matching drums began to flow into his mind and conjure up an image of a previous festival, dozens of those he knew as Fireborne sang and danced around a flaming pyre that stretched to the height of some trees. A faint smile tickled the edge of his lips as the memory washed over him, taking a breath in to steady himself before he heard a voice to his left, Sumerith responding to the question before even opening his eyes, noticeably they are a duller yellow hue, Sumerith’s irises being vertical with a slight round undertone in the middle.. his eyes mimicking those of Greatlings while also retaining a very human quality to them.*
“Hardly.” *He states with a practiced neutral tone, his eyes slowly opening as he glanced over to the woman addressing him.. blinking a few times upon realizing it’s his elder. Taking a breath in he slightly bows his head*
“My apologies for the blunt response. I am hardly nervous about this journey, I’ve trained for much worse.” *Elaborating to the woman was the least he felt he could do, feeling that his elders should be offered respect if and when available. Taking a moment to process what she said before continuing* “You seem far more experienced than I or others in this cart. I would not doubt this is one of hundreds of journeys for you.” *Sumerith returned her grin as she leaned in, a polite smile now painted on his face*
“Me?” *He didn’t think his reason was all that impressive, or important. But he wouldn’t deny a question asked directly of him. Especially from someone older*
“A lot of personal business. I’m looking for my father, a human unlike myself.” *Now that she took the time to look him over.. he’s drastically taller than the average human despite his young age, sitting heads above the other humans in the cart.. it could be surmised he is a Greatling.. but he’s even on the smaller side of them.*
“As well as minor assistance. I heard the people of this territory were in need of.. help, I suppose is the word for it. Roadside bandits and beasts of the land are situations I may be able to lend support for those who need it.” *He lightly tapped on his chest, tapping a metal brooch that resembled a dragons skull*
“For the spirit of the fire dragon may appreciate it. Or it may not, I am not the one who decides that.” *A small chuckle escapes Sumerith as his attempt of a joke, pausing for a moment as he realized his manners have completely eluded him*
“Apologies for the late introduction. My name is Sumerith Shlak’tir, It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
