OOC
Minecraft Username: Sodasprout
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A friend told me about this server.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Groggles
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Hi I'm Sodasprout, though I also go by Beanysprout in certain spaces! I'm a bit of an oldhead mcrper whose been around in and out of the fantasy mcrp community since back in the 2010s, so I'm excited to revisit the genre and see what fresh things Avalore has to add to it. I also do a bit of art and animation, though mostly the former. Anyways, here's some art.
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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)? (250 word minimum - please make sure to include at least three references to our lore in your response, with two coming from different pages in the Compendium. Two of the three selected should also be in-depth, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)
“First time? Ka-hah!” Behind a beaked mask a flowery, if somewhat nasally voice would titter out..
“No no, travelings is hardly new to Matcha’s bones.. Though, Matcha must says that this manner of travels is one of the worsters ones Matcha has been forceds to experience.. Never has Matcha been forced to sit in such a chokeds wagon before, packeds so toe-to-toe like deck of cards..!”
The tail end of their sentence would raise as if to lament this fact towards what neighbors just had to choose to sit side by side so closely next to them in the wagon. Then to emphasize further complaints over this compact spacing- or to aggravate neighbors further- Matcha would rustle about in place, shimmying and bumping into others left and right in a querulous manner as if by miracle more space could be found.
“Ugh..” Again, they’d complain when none such was to be found.
“But eh.. Why Matcha comes to the Reach, Miss Lady asks?” Focusing once more upon the question, a gloved hand is raised to perch just beneath the beak of their mask, miming a gesture of thought.
“Well.. Matcha worked with the coin-picking ilk, yes, trawlings alongs with caravans in the east betweens the Midlands and the steppes sellings tonics and suches.” Matcha gestures at the air with a looping roll of their wrist. “A travelings physicker, if you wills, stitchings up Valks and Falstoners alike. And whiles sewings up farmers or strays Feyguard in the middles of nowheres is such a wonderful jobbings and hobbings and hobbies to have, it is also…”
Trailing off, Matcha would clasp their hands together and take a deep inhale and exhale. “-Well. Quite franklys, it grows tiresome. It is repetitive, it is a long journeys to makes that sorts of travel every year, and Matcha has been pasts any adventurings days for while now.”
Their looping motion ends with an index pointed up in attention and a perk in their demeanor. “-But! Matcha then hears curious things upon silvered winds whilsts in Mariza.. Words shared from the tongue of merchants of a new land upon the far-south, flush with new peoples, new opportunities, and curious things. And just perhaps, perhaps, chance speaks in Matcha’s ear to finallys plant their legs down somewheres.”
The birdish figure would cross their arms, slanting back to lean against the wall of the wagon. “Perhaps here, Matcha hopes.”
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Character Name: "Matcha"
Character Race: Half-elf (Arsa-Sidhe/Fey-touched)
Character Age: 46
Brief Physical Description: Matcha is an eccentric individual guarded in mystique, covered head to toe in an excessive amount of layers. Not a speck of skin nor a hint at the appearance underneath would sit on display, either wrapped over in cloth and bandage if not already covered by the extravagant outfits they wear. What can be approximated however, would be that they have a thin, gawky form and a lithe build. In addition, they sit decently tall at 5'11 (180cm), although this height would serve to accentuate the alchemist's gangly features more than adding any type of impressive air. Their mannerisms would be somewhat twitchy and birdish-- in a fitting match to the avian visage they wear-- with plentiful gesturing and movement to accompany every breath of speech they have to share.
(character art I drew because I am a terribly visual person.)
