OOC
Minecraft Username: DraKonum
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes!
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: My Best Friend Forever, BrunoPhil
(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 DraKonum, aka Drake. I’ve been roleplaying on MC for over a decade now, jeez I gotta touch some grass…. Now I am here O_O
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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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Artorius steadies the older woman with a gentle hand, his expression calm despite the jostling of the wagon. Once she’s settled, he offers her a small smile, his eyes reflecting a quiet determination. Something about this older woman relaxed him, and the words came out on their own.
"I came to the Reach because I’ve heard that there are dangers out there—dangers that only a sword can stand against. I spent most of my life training, it’s the least I could do." When he speaks, his voice is soft but resolute.
He pauses, his gaze shifting to the rolling hills and plains, then back to the woman. "I want to help where I can, to protect those who might not be able to protect themselves. Out here, there’s a lot that can go wrong, and sometimes… sometimes, it takes more than words to make things right."
Artorius’s smile deepens slightly as he releases her arm, his tired but softer eyes hold a quiet resolve to do good, even in the face of the unknown as they journey onwards.
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Character Name: Artorius
Character Race: Human - Valkian
Character Age: 23
Brief Physical Description: A relatively lithe but built young man, standing at about six feet tall. Long ebon hair falls down a tad past his shoulders, though he’s usually seen with half of it tied up. He has a longer face that bears gentler angular features, and his eyes are a bit dark, maybe tired. They sport a grayish iris, a light blue more apparent in certain lights. Though most notably he has a large burn scar over the left side of his face that has healed over time, but alas still remains a hefty reminder of an old wound. His attire favors blacks and dark browns, usually draped in a dark cloak.
