OOC
Minecraft Username: uhavebeengalaxyd
Are you at least 18 years old?: yup!
Have you read the rules? (Link): hell ya
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: There's a whole list!
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello!! I am Gal! I am a jazz musician who’s just going into my third year at uni for the TROMBONE!!!! (the best instrument ofc). ask me about my current hyperfixation if you dare (i once wrote an 8 page essay on spamton in 5 hours for a class. i got an 87)
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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?”
Hunched over with her arms resting on her legs, the greatling turned her head back to look towards the skies. She shook her head after a moment, creating a small pop with her lips. “Saw it in a star, missus.”
The older woman’s smile remained, though her eyes betrayed her curiosity. “Is that so?”
“Indeed. Couldn’t see much of a life for me back home– plus, I heard here’s awful nice for herbs. Could use some of ‘em for my soaps.” The woman spoke in gruff tones, though she chose her words carefully. “I, uh.. suppose you see more folks comin’ round here with more of a plan. But.. nah. The skies just told me so. And I listened.”
The two fell silent for a few more moments, where all the two could hear was the sounds of animals baying, and people all crowded around them talking amongst themselves. Vee’s eyes traveled around all the others in the cramped wagon.
“What was it in the stars that spoke to you?”
Almost surprised that the woman had anymore to say, she looked back toward the old woman, clasping her hands together. “Oh.. well. The stars.. they are the best navigator one could have. And.. I don’t know. A comet reached out to me at a moment I needed it most. I think..” She trailed off, shrugging. “You never really know what’ll be that push ‘till it comes.”
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Character Name: Zenevieva
Character Race: Greatling (Stonerunner)
Character Age: Late 30s
Brief Physical Description: Standing at 7’11” (sans horns), the greatling looks not dissimilar to what one would expect to hear of some local legend. Her skin is a dark taupe, but speckled with white along her face, shoulders and extremities. Her dark braided hair is riddled with the same locks of white. She covers herself in the furs of her livestock.
