OOC
Minecraft Username: Lilbren
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Si
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Personal communication
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Bookwormpower
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Here's some old builds
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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?)
The man would be reclined within the rickety and jumping wagon. For much of the journey through the man has been asleep, balancing the wagon's bounce on his neck to try and make the crossing to the spire more enjoyable. After the wheel struck a small pit in the road, the white haired head of the man was heard to strike the edge of the cart's wall, earning a great groan.
"Euuugh.." The dark, ebony gray fingers of the Arsa Sidhe man drifted up his scalp to nurse his bruise. It would be then that the words of the elder woman reached his ears. Meeting her gaze with his bright purple eyes he spoke.
"I'm not the best with the names right now, but I know I'm heading to a place called the Spire. I'm hoping to stick there for a while doing.. I'm not sure all what, I'm gonna figure that out when I get there. But, I heard the column is pretty, like painted clouds rising into the sky. But, I'm not quite certain if we get to live on it or if it's more like a monument in the center of town."
"I'm coming in from the Mist Isles and, well so far I'm mostly happy to be seeing the sun and some warmth. Back home it's always so dreary and there's nothing to do. Atleast nothing that has caught my interest. I know that the Spire has some opportunities, mostly I'm hoping to get to work with some new reagents. Most I've gotten to handle so far was fermented Drowner blood, and I wish I never have to smell that again."
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Character Name: Perise Doluven
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 27
Brief Physical Description: Perise is a tall, and lanky figure with a lean build, where he appears to be capable of slipping through some tight spaces. His skin is a deep ebon gray, slightly lighter in tone to that of a graphite sketch. His hair is a wild tangle of white locks that are not well kept, and his eyes are a bright purple. He wears now a frayed purple robe that seems to swallow his thin frame, giving him a rumpled look. Despite his disheveled appearance, his eyes beam bright with confidence. Either he knows more than he lets on, or can carry himself through what he doesn't know rather well with his words alone.
