OOC

Minecraft Username: Mccny

Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes

Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes

(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Kamaoe

(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I use Moony/Mccny as an IGN but feel free to call me Hyejin. I used to be semi-involved in MCRP but have been roleplaying through various mediums for around ten or so years now. I am originally from Korea, and have gone between both America and Korea to where I reside now in New York (not the city). I love learning about culture and in college my focus was Global and International Affairs where I studied various cultures and the impact that social media has had in giving a voice to minority cultures around Asia. I haven't done any MCRP in around 6 years but am excited based on what I've heard and read about Avalore.

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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 silence lasts for a few moments, just enough to almost reach a discomforting state. Both our eyes looking into one another as if studying the unspoken story our appearances told. For every person I've started at since starting this journey I've taken note of defining characteristics that make them unique. Every scar, wrinkle, blemish, piercing, and adornment they use that seems to tell more about them than they might know. It's hard not to, every person has their own story and journey they've gone on before they get to a place you both find yourselves in. This old woman? She's clearly lived more lives than most. Her asking of my reason for taking this trip snaps me out of my stupor.

"Adventure." I say plainly. "No deep reason for it." - I turn out towards the rolling plains - "I don't wanna be trapped in the same place all my life, and this opportunity practically fell into my lap." As I finish speaking my gaze lingers for a moment on the plains before turning back to the old woman.

"What about you?"

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Character Name:  Maïwenn

Character Race: Human (Walljack)

Character Age: 20

Brief Physical Description:  Maïwenn is a rather short woman, standing straight she reaches around 5'0/153 cm. Naturally she is on the pale side but having spent most of her life enjoying the outdoors she has grown to be somewhat tan. She has green eyes and long brown hair that she tends to keep pinned up for utility purposes. She only has a few scars, namely one on her left leg and another on her left shoulder.