OOC
Minecraft Username: vol_0
Are you at least 18 years old?: yes!
Have you read the rules? (Link): yes!
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In-Character:
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)?:
"Oh, you know.."
She doesn't answer. Yuliya's fingers thrum upon her thigh, eyes then averted but finding nothing to excuse herself upon in the cramped carriage. Eventually they return to the elder's gaze that yet remains, and gently, the young woman replies in earnest:
"I suppose the same reason as anyone - if you aren't born here, you'll end up here still... right? Better here than the Midlands — too much noise n' rain there, I think." A dry laugh.
Yuliya: the daughter of penniless serfs who fed their child with stories rather than with bread. In the Duchy of Rulan, if you do not pick grapes, then you till. If you do not till, then you do not eat. It was among these hungry few who Yuliya was born to. Despite her harsh upbringing, Yuliya remains ignorant to the cruelties of the world — or still holds hope in spite of them. She had little to give, but would still offer her paltry coin to shrines and needy hands. For her kindness, a young Yuliya was noticed and elevated to squirehood by an errant Valkian knight. It was also this kindness that led to the death of her Sire; the gullible child, easily averted and led astray by brigands seeking the fortune of knight-slaying. She returned to her master's corpse.
It was too soon. Unpracticed, wholly inelegant and still crude with a sword, Yuliya was not accepted by his peers and instead cast out to seek her fate elsewhere. Now, she's a squire with no master and only his sword on her back.
"I was born in Rulan. I served a knight - my Sire." One of her hands lifts and waves to nowhere. She exhales a long-held breath. "Think I'm just chasin' something new."
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Character Name: Yuliya
Character Race: Human
Character Age: Young adult
Brief Physical Description: Strong and lean. Yuliya's scrawny youth and a newfound stature have given her a wolfish physique, still clad in the sackcloth of squirely garments once-pristine, now tattered. She's pale, but long afternoons and training scars have seen to giving her color and blemish. Seldom does the young woman busy herself with etiquette: a slight slouch, a long drawl her late master could never curb, and an aversion to any talented hands near her messily cut hair. A squire, to be sure, but one that hasn't yet been stolen of her naivete and defiance.
