OOC
Minecraft Username: Afrodelic
Are you at least 18 years old?: I certainly am.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm an academic and non-fiction writer that is honed in on the trippy aspects of the world. In terms of less professional aspects, just a fantasy and sci-fi nerd who has been roleplaying in the MCRP scene for more than a decade at this point. I love playing older characters. I have a great admiration for the craft of worldbuilding. And just love exploring characterization with other roleplayers. Sadly don't game as much anymore since work calls, but always happy to participate in the RP community since it lets me explore my writing chops.
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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)?
The man that this kind, older lady spoke to was elsewhere in this moment. His gaze was caught in the horizon, almost lost in the sea of greenish-yellow contrasting with the blue. Though his eyes returned to her, offering her another blink. This man was certainly more aged than she, wrapped in fine linens that offered a mere drop in the grand stories that have shaped his extensive life. With a deep breath, he allowed himself only a moment to reflect on the words. Then with great ease, he responded: "Aye. Word had long reached me on the matter of the Spire. Now I make my wary little way to explore the boisterous claims. For what truth emerges shall be a matter of grave importance to those of these lands, no?" As the question escaped his lips, he returned back once more to the sea before him. The rumble from the wagon at times shaking him in his seat, yet his feet were firmly planted on the wooden boards. The wonder that caught his gaze continued onward. For even if the women were to offer her response, the old man was spellbound once more by the world around.
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Character Name: Cision
Character Race: Human/Nua Sidhe
Character Age: 64
Brief Physical Description: A wrinkling man with skin touched by the sun. He is often seen wearing fine satin robes made of red, white, and blue threads. Cision often sports a turban and a yellow sash as well. His eyes are a deep brown. Often he is carrying scrolls or a leather-bound book with him, along with quills and jars of ink that at times are wrapped around his waist.
