OOC
Minecraft Username: ChishmFips
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I found it by chance on Planet Minecraft.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: N/A
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello, I'm Chish (He/Him), and I'm excited to meet you all. I've been looking for a nice roleplay server to join for some time, and Avalore seems like it'd be worth a try.
I'm currently reading the Temeraire book series, my favorite band is Temples, and, besides Minecraft, games I've been playing lately include Core Keeper and Monster Hunter.
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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?):
Salachar looks around to confirm that he is the target of this woman's conversation before responding. He tries to speak, but finds that he must clear his throat first - he has been silent for most of the trip. "Khm. I'm not so sure it is such an interesting tale, but I hail from the Ashlands - have you heard of it?" He waits for the answer, then nods. "I see. Well, far to the North, and a little ways into the ocean, lies the Ashlands - my home." His brow furrows. "Ehm, for a spell, at least. You see, the Ashlands are a truly beautiful place, but they are also fraught with danger at every turn, and... my heart just could not take it." He lowers his head and shakes it in shame.
"A Fireborne afraid of fighting - there is no greater absurdity than myself." Salachar sighs and puts his head in his hands. He is silent for a few moments, before raising his head and continuing. "When my mentor passed, I became lost - a boat unmoored, as they say. I drifted about for a few years, without much in the way of aims or ambition, until I heard rumor of a burgeoning town within the Southern Reach, and of opportunity to be had there. Then," He cracks the slightest smile. "I foolishly got it into my head that I would travel to the Reach and ply my trade as a blacksmith there. Though, as I smell the dew and fresh air, a part of me thinks that my idea was not so foolish, after all."
I can only hope that the Dragon has guided me true, he thinks.
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Character Name: Salachar Embith
Character Race: Greatling / Fey-Touched
Character Age: 28
Brief Physical Description: At his full height, Salachar would be just shy of 8' tall at 7' 11" - unfortunately, he has set into a prominent slouch that keeps him at about 7' 6". His skin is tough, gray, and ashen; his limbs, occasionally scaled in brass, end in blackened appendages, though they do not seem charred. A permanent, off-center bump on his large forehead signifies a horn that never quite grew. Red, mono-color eyes are hidden by a thick, protruding brow. His auburn mane is tied up in the back, but his beard flows down, past his shoulders, and over his metalworker's apron.
