OOC
Minecraft Username: TagTeamChampion
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Uhh Reedie I guess?
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
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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)
“Fresh inspiration~” Rhutelan brushes his fingers over the delicate strings of the tatty mandora, hooking his nail and sending forth the backing to an ill-fated rhyme.
“Fresh inspiration; that is what I seek~
Without it, I cannot stop to sleep~
To my great shame, I’ve yet to make a name~...
F-for… for myself… and with that… I shall have to try again?!~”
Rhutelan cringed as the pitch of his voice rose alongside the strength of his accent, brutally and hamfistedly forcing ‘name’ and ‘again’ to resemble a rhyme. His smile, while deservingly embodying the notion of “cheesy”, disappeared as quickly as the remaining strength of his top two strings. One last pitiful twang was heard from the wagon the stocky and now sorrowful sonneteer found himself sequestered away on, before a long drawn out death rattle could be heard.
“I… I thought the Southern Reaches would be my muse… a great cleanser with which to wash away the filth of the Valkian Realms that has clung to me…”
He glanced down at his mandora. Truly, it had been by his side all along…
Gripping it in both hands, he brings the neck down over his knee.
“And now I need to buy new strings! Who has set my sun!?”
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Character Name: Rhutelan Kinhhalt
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 35
Brief Physical Description: A short, stocky (4ft8, 180lbs) human male hailing from the Valkian Realms. Broad shouldered, square framed; definitely a challenge to knock over in high winds. A short, fuzzy red crop of hair sprouts from his head, eyebrows, upper lip, chin, jaw and neck. Bottle glass green eyes sit above an easy smile that drifts from easy to cheesy.
