OOC
- Minecraft Username: Maeovika
- Are you at least 18 years old?: Yep!
- Have you read the rules? (Link): Obvi!
- (Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Word of mouth.
- (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Audianna
- (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi! I'm Mae. I'm an English woman, born and bred from up north, who loves to travel and read and play video games. I am between England and South Africa due to my partner but that doesn't stop me from acing it at work.
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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)?
She glanced down at her gloved hands. All the recent memories flooding back to her, slightly unprepared for the question. She went to answer quickly, only to pause to reflect. The warm, swampy lands of her young childhood memories ranging up to her most recent times in the mountains. Both environments shaped her clearly, but where did she currently belong?
“Not nervous." She stated, matter of factly. "I come from the Walljacks before I headed north. I learned how to survive in the swampy environment on my own before my pact of course. I could fight but, I know I am destined to be greater than ‘could’. I then headed to the Greatones to learn more, a hard venture to the mountains- I wasn’t accepted for a long while either. It took two years before I was allowed to join them, living on their outskirts. From there, I have climbed. I now head to the Reach. Someone is waiting for me there. I am to be a general amongst men. A protector of people.” She spoke, certain of her goal. Her voice already taking shape to the commanding tone she needs to have in order to do her job.
She met the older woman's eyes, her own hardening over as to not give too much away to her. Moving her icy irises away from her to the scenery, she felt her high ponytail shift from her back to her shoulder. Allowing the warm breeze to hit the back of her neck, it was different once more that what she was used too. More memories. They flood back to Natharia. The sports of the mountains and the rush of the hunt, as well as her own initiation into the pact she was in when she still lived with the Walljacks. She never expected to be reminded of it all so soon, however, she cannot help the small smile that made its way to the corner of her mouth. A new part of her story is beginning, and she has much to be excited for.
“It feels like I am taking an oath to the Spirit of the Fire Dragon almost. Defending others, strengthening myself and removing scum from the realm. Now, what about you, Ma’am?” She asked to the woman across from her.
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- Character Name: Natharia Shona Blárach
- Character Race: Human
- Character Age: 26
- Brief Physical Description: A 5’10, but thin and violently ginger woman. She has icy blue eyes with pale skin to match. She carries an aura of power, not in the traditional sense of muscles however. Power to bring people and cities down with words and intellect. Normally sporting either General armour/uniform or a dark hunting outfit, with plenty of spots for small weapons.
