OOC
Minecraft Username: Romedeu
Are you at least 18 years old?: 24 (Almost 25!!!)
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!!
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Gwylgi and DinoSipsCoffee
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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)?
Íseldur's eyes snapped to the older woman, icy hues narrowing into slits as she thought for a moment. An expression that could perhaps be perceived as intimidating.. But was merely just the woman's thinking face. ". . . It's quite the enduring tale, miss... I'm not sure I'm quite willing to divulge the details currently." Íseldur responded politely, adjusting the pitch-black fur cloak she wore draped over her form. The icy woman thought back to the events that lead her here... And goodness, it was quite the journey! From the snow peaks that were her clan's home, where she finally found out from her father that she was a fey-touched, to the night by the fire pit where she told her father that she wished to see the greater expanses of the realm. Íseldur thought back to the perilous journey she'd endured, having began her travels in the heart of winter... ".. The gist of it all is quite generic as well, I'm afraid. You may have better luck asking anyone else for their stories as compared to me." Íseldur spoke to the woman once more, a pit of guilt weighing down her stomach like a river rock. She knew the woman was merely trying to be nice, she just.. Wasn't terribly sociable, especially after the clan's leader, and her mother, had gone missing all those years ago on a hunting trip. The girl never even seemed to participate in clan games, feasts, hunts... Anything. She was practically an isolationist in a clan of her family and peers. Íseldur couldn't bring herself to speak candidly to others, in fear of bringing that same pain of abandonment she'd felt before down upon her frosted heart. Though, after a moment of her own self-pitying, the tall and frosty woman looked to the other and spoke- "Do you know which direction I'd need to go now to reach the Spire?" She asked, crossing her arms lightly as she looked down to the woman. Íseldur knew she was on a journey of self-discovery... But she couldn't help herself in wanting to see some of the wonders that the greater realm offered, one of which being the Spire! As a small girl, she'd heard tales of a tower of unbreakable stone and crystals, a true marvel to their modern world. She would resume her purpose after sight-seeing a bit..
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Character Name: Íseldur Glacius
Character Race: Fey-Touched Greatling
Character Age: 24 y/o
Brief Physical Description: Íseldur stands at 6'7 with a leaner stature, her features are both monotone yet stark given her unusual appearance next to other Greatlings of her clan. Stark, icy blue eyes are set into an alabaster face, framed by inky blueish-black hair tied neatly into a braid down her back. Perhaps what is even more startling about her is the fact that she grows holly berries and wintry plants from her head and limbs. A naturally formed holly wreath sits upon the crown of her head, thriving in the cold environment she was born in. Íseldur is a fey-touched, after all, which is abnormal for Greatlings in general. Her clothing is usually of a warmer nature, with darker hues and fur dyed black... Through and through, Íseldur looks like a fairly cold individual.
