OOC
Minecraft Username: lovelyninja567
Are you at least 18 years old?: yuh
Have you read the rules? (Link): yuh
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Reedster
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Helloo, for those who don’t know me, I'm lovely (or P)! I've been roleplaying for about 12 (almost 13) years now. I read, I play video games, I look at flowers and think “ahhh." You get the vibe
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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)
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Siona peers out the corner of her gaze to discern who is being addressed, looking around the wagon at the others crammed inside. Not that they can tell without the movement of her head. To her surprise, it’s her that the woman is leaning towards.
From the moment she stepped into the caravan- no, the moment she even sparked the idea to travel to the Reach, she’s had to wage war on the excitement threatening her poise. The very excitement that now nearly spills out in a tumble of words and partial gibberish at the promise of conversation. The clinking of jewelry which hangs from her pointed ears is drowned out by the pounding of hooves as she fully swivels toward the woman, resting an unsettling gaze upon her fully. There are so many answers she could give with all of the reasons for her journey, and with hours to fill, she considers listing them all.
But only one remains above the rest.
“For the stories,” Siona murmurs in a tender sigh, her exhilaration a subtle throb in an instant. “You know of the mysteries, imagine how many tales will be spun from the discoveries made here- Exciting, isn’t it?” Feeling the tips of her fingers over the grooves carved into an otherwise smooth surface of the mask in her lap, she considers its reminder. Flakes of gold stain each score, bright and contrasting to the white of the bone, and not dissimilar to the very color of her own eyes. Though it lacks any distinct holes for seeing, she visualizes the whites of one’s gaze staring back at her, familiar and creased along the edges like the woman’s. The woman-
Before getting too caught up in her own memory, she returns to the conversation at hand, adding, “What’s your story?”
Character Name: Siona Fendove
Character Race: Fey-Touched
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description:
Siona’s near-perfect posture might be the only aspect of her physical appearance tying her to civilization. Tendrils of burnt copper colored hair dangle down over her round face, with most kept back in a series of braids and knotted wildness. Her clothes are simple; old pieces thrown together haphazardly to make a full outfit. Colorful, but with obvious signs of wear and mismatched patches sewn into the spots too worn out to ignore. Pale scales and blue swirls mar the skin on her hands and tops of her feet, going up as far as mid-calf. Even the 'pointed' ears protruding from her hair are misshapen; drooping down at the tips under the weight of cheap jewelry. Her meager height of 5’3” has her quickly overlooked by most - usually quite literally - but the golden pits of her pupil-less eyes earns her a few stares here and there.
