OOC
Minecraft Username: puppetwitch
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I am 25.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(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 puppetwitch, and I use any pronouns. I recently completed my Master of Public Administration, and I researched economic and organizational development for rural and underserved communities and hiring discrimination (particularly towards individuals with disabilities). During the summer, I work for a University and mentor high school students (16-17), where I primarily do community service outreach, and queer mentoring and teach a class on political propaganda.
I have been roleplaying for over a decade, not counting playground larping as a child. I started roleplaying on Minecraft over a decade ago, roleplaying a mage on a Skyrim server. This has been a regular hobby of mine ever since, and I have been here or there on several servers. I am into your general cavalcade of nerd hobbies and have done worldbuilding for entertainment and professionally since around age 19. I don't do art or skins, but have done some building from time to time. I generally like to play underdeveloped characters and let them develop over time through roleplay.
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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 - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium. Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)
Renn bounced his leg, anticipating the journey ahead. He was experiencing the landbound equivalent of seasickness. Rhenn hated riding in carts, just as many hated the rocking, creaking movement of a ship at sea. The Mitsan looked up after a moment, tipping his head to the woman with a wide smile and swallowing the nausea creeping up in his throat.
“Aye, you’d be right about that,” he took a deep breath, peaking over the side of the cart to peer at the hills of the Southern Reach. The answer was simple, but Renn kept quiet about his intentions wherever he went. Best not to be followed in his line of work.
“Works dried up,” he said. That was true, at least.
“Shipwrights are hard-pressed for work these days, I'm going to try my luck. Seen the ports in the South Reach. Seems like it could use some work.” The Mist Isles hadn’t been so kind to him in the last few years, but no one got into piracy to make any friends. It wasn’t just for the money, though. Outside the Mist Isles few cared for the seas, and he took that quite seriously.
What were the demands of the Siren Serene, if not permission to cleanse the seas? And why not make a little money along the way?
He wiggled his fingers at her, making a spooky noise with his mouth.
“Heard you got creepy crawlies, too. Always wanted to meet your Lady of the Lake.”
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Character Name: Renn Tawney
Character Race: Mistan Human.
Character Age: Twenty-Seven
Brief Physical Description: Renn stands at an even six-foot, with auburn hair and murky blue eyes. He is overly muscular and a little too lean, a body type earned from years of sailing paired with inconsistent meals and nutrition. While he keeps himself tidy for the most part, Renn never bothers to do more than shake the sea mist out of his hair in the morning. The Mistan is adorned with piercings and a number of tattoos, each earned through duels or games of chance at different ports.
