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Minecraft Username: Bones__
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes!!
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!!
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Wasn't recommended by anyone here, but I'm familiar with many of the faces here!
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I’m Bones. I have been around numerous roleplay servers. If we’ve met, hello again! If not, pretend you’re really blown away already!!
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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?)
The many carts, wagons and walks between the Steppe and here had been a killer on Esta’s back, she was starting to realize. Long legs tucked up against her chest adjusted as a jostle of the cart brings her back to attention.
“O-oh! Apologies, miss.” The soft spoken giantling mumbles through the small tusked mouth, drawing a hand through her hair. “I think I’ve been through the reach once or twice… Though- the Midlands have been more familiar. I- trade with the Stonerunners, usually.”
It takes a moment to try and clear her thoughts, glancing around to the other passengers of their cramped wagon before continuing. “Wanted to set out on my own. My Pe’ku is from across the sea, and he finished his pilgrimage in our mountains, you see. A Korami Ritual, for coming of age.” A lighter smile graces her weighted lips, giving a shrug. “Ma’ka says that once he saw her- he simply had to stay.” A little hopeless smiling- no doubt proud of the love her parents seem to have for one another.
“Oh- but you asked for /my/ reason?” A soft apologetic laugh rolls from her softly, adjusting how her legs press against her chest. “I’m looking to branch out from my family. Learn more about Korami ways… Oh! Or learning the Ichor. On- a more personal note... I have some issues with my body, that Ichor has helped remedy um-... Physically. So- either learning more about it, or finding someone practiced in it would both be... Nice." The word is settled on, more than anything, giving an apologetic smile as she doesn't elaborate further.
Another more sheepish shrug, adjusting her weight against the wooden seat. “The Stonerunners have never really been fond of unnatural means; pride comes from strength, but- I’ve never been well acclimated to their ways. See if I can’t use my mercantile voice and get in with some nice accommodations? Plenty of opportunity in a place you’re not known yet.” The bouncing of the wagon is paired with another more mild bouncing of the elven giant as she rattles off seemingly anything to come to mind- mind clearly abuzz with the many ways fate could twist.
Esta opens her mouth to begin to list further ideas, before there’s the soft squeak of the wagon’s destination being reached. A hand is offered down to the woman after she stands, giving a kind smile. “Perhaps we’ll see more of each other in our travels? In the meantime- I do hope you enjoy yourself, miss. Stars shine on you.” A bow of her head as an afterthought, the woman departs on her own hurriedly, slinging a small bag over her shoulder as Esta no doubt aims to claim opportunity eagerly.
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Character Name: Esta Lash
Character Race: Half-Elf, Half Giant
Character Age: 22
Brief Physical Description: Thinner than any of her Greatling cousins, Esta stands around seven feet tall. Long brown hair is tied up out of the face in a loose ponytail that draws down past her lightly green-hued back. Small tusks poke from dark lips, leaning more into giant’s blood than elven beyond the burgundy of her eyes- nonetheless bearing a giant’s slitted pupils. Her voice is low in octave but gentle in most settings. Quiet confidence exudes from the tall woman, seeming to have a constant wish to improve herself and ever in a hurry to do so.
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