OOC
Minecraft Username: TheDivineAlchemy
Are you at least 18 years old?: Unfortunately.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Of course.
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: My wife (Shamble).
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Heya, my name is Emery. I'm an ancient roleplayer that's been at it since around 2013. My primary interests are in psychology and transversely- The study of Hermeticism. Chances are that these will bleed into my writing. I'm also transandrogynous! (They/Them)
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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 journey from Mariza had endured several days, and for it Aubrey was left fatigued. There was no rest to be found in the rumbling gait of a wagon, nor the company of strangers. The young halfling had tucked themselves well into the corner to hold stable, arms wrapped tight around a leather bag from which the unflattering frame of several books stretched to accommodate. Though their eyes were closed, they couldn't be mistaken as anything less than awake, and so with the woman's inquisition, opened to attention. "You mean?.. Oh, no-no, I'm quite fine." He insisted, fending off worry with a polite smile. "Traveling has always been something I've enjoyed, though rarely been able to do. More-so the 'getting to see new places' part, not the locomotive part. I still do get queasy." At its mention, he swallowed down the knot in his throat. "Ehm-"
"The Midlands have been my home for the whole of my life. But..." There was an intention, an effort placed forth to compose himself into speaking with prose. "There is always something more to be had, in this world. This life. I was born with nothing, and should inherit nothing- So my life, is purely what I make of it." Aubrey swept their hand outward, continuing. "If I can quote, 'A somber stare into the stars above witnesses the beauty of light, ignoring the immeasurable black which encompasses it. It is so that we should fixate upon that which is good, than bad. To have these signs and symbols familiar and comforting'. It is optimistic, no?.. To have something to reach out to, to aspire to."
A pause hung in their throat, seeking words for continuance. He shifted back in his seat to combat the steadily displacing rock of the wagon. "Yet we aren't each blessed with good portents or a Lucky Coin in hand. Here I hope to make the most of my enterprise... By hand." He adds. "In the Southern Reach lay secrets of the arcane and of worldly knowledge yet unknown and undefined by man. Perhaps it will be me that so defines them, one day. There remains more to be learned from the fall of the Aedall, and the arcane Spire that now takes their place." He smiled, perhaps in acknowledgement of his own aspirations. In speaking his intention aloud, it became truth to one other than himself. "After all... I'm no stranger to the secrets of the Arsa Sidhe. My father remains one even to me."
With the close of conversation, his eyes fell shut. A certain contentment in was evoked in their heart- quiet, warm, and secret. His smile deepened. Thinking... Dreaming. There was perhaps more, for this bastard half-child. An image yet incomplete, yet fringed with thoughts of magic, sagely conjecture, and... Power. Knowledge is power. But unlike the gold and lands of his respective kin, it was not something to be hoarded. He had to be better than that. He was better than that.
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Character Name: Aubrey.
Character Race: Half-Human, Half-Arsa Sidhe.
Character Age: 26.
Brief Physical Description: Born from the union of Elf and Human, Aubrey appears to primarily emulate the latter. His frame is slight, standing at 5'9", and complimented by brunette hair and fair skin. Having round ears, the only real indication of questionable origin are his eyes- The irises of which are a fetching brass-gold.
