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Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
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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?)
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Orien's gaze scanned the older woman for just a second—yet that second was enough to fill the air with a prolonged silence. He blinked slowly, his eyes locking onto hers as his lips curled into a polite, yet faint, smile. His face relaxed, then his legs, and soon after, his arms followed suit. His right hand came to support his chin, while his left rested, heel planted on his knee.
"A feeling of nerves is foreign to me." A light chuckle escaped his throat. "The alleys of Arsa Sidhe stripped that feeling from me long ago."
Orien shifted his gaze from the woman, setting his sights on his surroundings instead. He observed the expressions of those traveling alongside him, yet none seemed judgmental in any way. Instead, their eyes carried a look of evaluation—one that almost seemed pleased. To each individual his gaze touched, he offered a light smile and a nod. Eventually, he turned back to the woman before him, moving his left hand toward his heart before dipping his head ever so slightly in greeting.
"Orien."
"You were correct, though. It is indeed my first time traveling to the Reach." He turned toward the back of the wagon, his eyes trailing along the road they passed. "And why did I leave?" He paused, as if calculating his own reasoning—deciding what was wise to share and what would only bring trouble. After a few seconds, he gave himself an approving nod.
"To seek perfection."
"You see..." His gaze quickly returned to meet the woman’s. "Arsa Sidhe is far from my ideal society. It holds flaws. It harbors..." He hesitated. "Savages."
He chuckled, as if his words were meant in jest, and to reinforce the lightness of the moment, he waved a hand through the air.
"The Reach holds uncharted lands, does it not? Land untouched by greedy hands. Land unsullied, still preserving a sense of perfection. It has endured time itself, unlike other, more... heinous places." Orien rolled his eyes. "And if a place remains unchanged, does that not mean it is already perfect?" His head tilted slightly to the side.
Another chuckle escaped him—an attempt to pace himself before this unfamiliar face.
"And who once owned these lands?" His voice carried an air of grandeur. "It was us—the Arsa Sidhe. The first to reign, the first to prosper with intelligence. If this land of perfection was not meant for me, then who else was it nurtured for?"
Orien’s cheeks puffed slightly before a chirpy cackle burst from his lips. A single tear welled in his eye, sliding down his cheek before he swiftly wiped it away.
"A joke. A joke," he reassured with a sigh. "But the perfection part? No, no. That is real. I seek to grant my brothers and sisters purpose—to show them that they, too, can achieve perfection. That is why I sought the Reach. And that is why I stand before you now."
A pause followed. A long one.
"Now then!" He shifted, laying one leg flat on the wagon’s board while arching the other over it. "Care to tell me about your first time here?" His head tilted slightly, curiosity gleaming in his eyes, his smile laced with suave charm.
Lore inputs - Arsa Sidhe "Once rulers of most of the world in a millennia-spanning regime, the flaws of the highest of the Arsa Sidhe brought about their downfall in The Collapse,"
Korami "Those who say peace have never met the Korami, who, despite their ancient lineage on the rocky shores of Ko'ram in the far west, remain fractured and warlike over their mountainous forests."
Southern Reach "this rich land has been left mostly untouched, shielded by the bog and the mountains that cradle it to the east."
Character Name: Orien
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 27
Brief Physical Description:
Orien, unlike most of his kin from Korami, leans more into the artistic side of his culture, and to prove this, it has influenced the way he dresses. He drowns himself within rows upon rows of jewelry and garnishes himself with silk whose quality can only compare to the softness of a newborn swan.
Upon each of his fingers lies a golden claw that fits to be about an inch and a half in length. Though, despite their sharp points, they are clearly not used as weapons in any way, based on their pristine condition.
His skin is dark gray, which complements his use of lavish colors and the shine of his jewelry. Lastly, his eyes are a cloudy lavender that sit upon clean and relaxed facial features.
