OOC
Minecraft Username: ClaireArminia
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes! (21)
Have you read the rules? (Link): Indeed.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was browsing through MCRP servers!
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hi! I go by Claire online, but have been in various roleplaying spaces for probably a decade at this point. I play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons, mostly focusing on the roleplay aspect, so I am excited to possibly delve into that a little further. I love fantasy (duh) and generally am pretty go with the flow in rp spaces. I am excited to be here and learn more about the world!
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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)?
For a moment too long, Sibalia’s vision was hazy as she was lost in thought. The warmer weather was getting to her in a way she wasn’t used to. Coming back to, she looked at the woman asking her a question and trying to engage with her.
“Oh, uh, a fresh start I guess.” Sibalia looked herself over and noticed she was way overdressed for the climate. Being from the outskirts of Frostpeak, the name was quite literal and she was used to the cold snow. She had never really considered it would differ from the rest of the continent.
The woman looked at her expectantly, as if her answer wasn’t enough. Sibalia coughed with an awkward chuckle, “My parents are blacksmiths up North, Valkian Steel and…all that.” She thumbed a pendant of her family’s crest that hung from her neck before moving to take off her cloak. The pendant was a dark metal and etched into its surface was two swords with a woman behind them, dress flowing like water. While Sibalia was never particularly religious, she did have her prayers now and then, one of them being that she’ll be able to make a new life for herself.
“They have hopes I would be a soldier, but in truth I don’t think I could stomach fighting on the same land our lineage has in Frostpeak, so I thought best to at least look South first, somewhere unfamiliar to…’expand my horizons’ as my mom put it.” There. That is surely enough talking.
The ride was strenuous, so she simply went back to her thoughts and objectives;
- Find somewhere to live.
- Find a job (bonus points if it’s militia).
- Don’t disappoint your father.
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Character Name: Sibalia Aldamarr
Character Race: Human (Valkian)
Character Age: 24
Brief Physical Description: A tall, muscular woman at 6'2". Sib has long black hair and dull/light blue eyes, both of which stark against her pale skin. She often wears blacks, blues, and silvers. She keeps a pretty stand-offish demeanor with a tired look in her eyes. Her arms are covered in scars and burns, seemingly from fights or mishaps.
