OOC
Minecraft Username: ArgetAdurna
Are you at least 18 years old?: Absolutely
Have you read the rules? (Link): Indeed I have
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: I was not :(
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hello!
My name is Arget. Plenty of people know me (I think). Regardless, a bit about myself:
Come to my DMs to ramble about your character, and I'll ramble about mine in turn. I'm serious. I love hearing about peoples' characters.
I'm an avid reader. Currently, I'm about half-way through Children of Dune. Always looking for recommendations!
I wouldn't be here unless I loved RP. Feel free to reach out.
I'll probably be a bit busier this year, as I enter my senior year of college. So yay! Schoolwork!
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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)
The man sits next to the older woman, looking up upon being addressed with a mild interest written on his face. He takes his time to declare his answer, raising his hands to sign to her.
"I feel called here."
Upon the blank stare received, as not all are likely to know how to communicate with their hands, he leans closer, speaking in a hoarse whisper to repeat what he said first, vocally. It is plain that something is not right with the man's voice- it is gravelly and breaks often, despite appearing as though he has long passed puberty. "I am searching."
The older woman nods her understanding then. She seems pleasant enough to the man, asking after his trade, what he searches for, and where he is from. He responds in the same hoarse whisper.
“I apprenticed as a smith in Fallstone.” He makes no mention of what he is searching for. It seems as though it might be something dear to him, though, based on the look of longing that briefly crests on his face before once more resuming its passive mask of emotion. He fingers the scarlet scarf at his neck, looking away as if to deny more conversation.
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Character Name: Orphikos
Character Race: Half-Human, Half-Greatling
Character Age: 20
Brief Physical Description: It is common for those who see Orphikos to believe he must have the blood of a Greatling in him. Standing at 6'7", his skin is a healthy olive color, with dark eyes and darker hair. The faint stubble of facial hair graces his jaw, though not enough to truly call a beard. His clothing is simple, wearing only a chiton and sandals, with a cloak draped over his shoulder. A worn down scarlet scarf is wrapped about his neck at all times, as though he were afraid to part with it. A hunters' bow is carried with him at most times, along with a quiver of arrows designed for the hunting of deer and cattle. Though he does not speak often, he is quick to smile or frown. A glimmer can often be seen in his eyes, as if finding something amusing.
