OOC
Minecraft Username: endbraiin
Are you at least 18 years old?: yeas
Have you read the rules?: mhm
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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?: Milgram smiled at the woman, a kind yet gnawing thing. Pavlov, his dearest and most beloved sibling, was a few wagons behind and wasn’t there to reprimand him for lying, why not have a little bit of fun? Compliments and flattery bled out of Milgram’s mouth with ease. I love your hair, he spat. Where’d you get that belt?, he prodded. Milgram spoke with a sort of hunger and asked with a sort of obsession, his maw opened up and out came falsities.
But now that the stage is set, the actors can get to work.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, all this time I’ve been avoiding your questions. Let me answer them for you.”
The woman turned her head, she was clearly still listening but obviously didn’t want to look Milgram in the face. Perhaps it was the way his eyes shimmered like a filthy oil spill — all too pretty to look at, and yet all too disgusting to love.
“I come from a long line of masons, and yet they’re all of no renown. My mother came from the Duchy of Rulan, that’s the falling land of azaleas, you know? And my father is from —” He stopped himself, time for something interesting, “Well … he’s gone.”
The true, undeniable reason he came here was for research. He, and Pavlov by extension, yearned for knowledge — knowledge that could be spread throughout the lands and help all. Milgram would go to any lengths to possess that knowledge. And he knew Pavlov would be right beside him.
He could afford to dash in a bit of truth with the following words. The truth is the best lie, after all.
“And I’ve come from Tamohn, my ancestral home on my father’s side — we were there before the Valkians. But there’s always a winner and a loser, so I don’t know much about the place. Me and my sibling, Aesop, have come here looking for clues about our Fey … heritage.”
The wagon stopped to a halt, just as Milgram finished his story.
“We hope to meet our … benefactor, and ask them a few questions. I personally think they’re a sort of shapeshifter. See you statistically never again, this was enjoyable.”
And with that, Milgram hopped off of the wagon — with slight difficulty due to his short legs — and looked back at the old woman one last time.
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Character Name: Milgram ( Even if this is its name, it only uses Aesop when introducing itself as it deeply knows the powers of names. To the mods, just use Milgram to avoid possible future confusion wink wink. )
Character Race: Forest Fey - Touched
Character Age: Twenty Three ( Looks a little younger. )
Brief Physical Description: Quite the small thing, Milgram stands at only five foot three. His sun - kissed skin is a contrast to his sun - bleached hair in a way that seems to make him glow. Brown and sleek antennae sit at the top of his forehead. His hair coils down his face in rays of blinding sunlight, and yet he has solid - colored eyes as black as murky water. He only ever wears pure white robes, something akin to a Greco - Roman style. Strangely enough, he is never seen wearing shoes.
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Notes
About Pavlov: Yes, Pavlov also goes by Aesop. And Pavlov will be played by my best friend snail named Terror … just give him some time :3
