OOC
Minecraft Username: ATiredGh0st
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Friend
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Dimonok_
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi! Name's Ghost and I don't have much to say about myself, I draw digitally and have way too many pets.
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?)
A pair of fully lime-green eyes snaps to look at the older woman. With a flicker of tension passing her frame, the fey-touched quickly examines the person in front of her with a glance. She isn’t sure how to answer– this was one of the least common kinds of curiosity she had encountered through her life, a kind one. After all, people either watched her too closely or pretended she wasn't there at all.
She isn't sure how to answer. Still, silence can only carry conversation so far.
Her fingers twitched, clumsy with hesitation before she lifted her hands, slow and deliberate– sign language. “I'm not nervous.” She shifts her weight around, growing more comfortable. After a brief moment of squinting her eyes at the woman, she added, “Rue.” And she gestured at herself– a name.
She exhales through her nose, hands moving again. “I wanted a fresh start.” – “No baggage, no expectations.” It’s not a lie. The pilgrimage was supposed to be a test, a passage into adulthood– one of many traditions. But Rue turned it into something else– an escape. It was her very own choice to step away from the path carved by her parents and a name that never truly felt like hers.
Then, before she can second-guess herself, her hands move again, slower this time, more carefully. “Do you know where I should start?” Rue doesn’t like relying on anyone. But she doesn’t know this place—not yet, at least. She may be a skilled fighter, but even she knows survival takes more than just sharp instincts and a nasty attitude.
The fey-touched expect hesitation, maybe even pity, but she steels herself against it. She doesn’t want kindness. Rue just wants a quick answer, nothing less, nothing more.
The wagon jolts over a bump in the road, and Rue grips the bench to steady herself, jaw tight and ears lowered. “A job, mayhaps?”
Perhaps the woman knows someone—a hunter needing an extra pair of hands, a mercenary band looking for a tracker, or even just a place willing to pay for someone who knows how to fight. Rue isn’t picky. She just needs something to anchor herself here.
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“Interestingly, the unique tradition of warriors taking a vow of silence in some clans led to the development of a rich signed language.” (Korami)
“Another common (though less universal) tradition among the Korami is a pilgrimage into the mountains when coming of age.” (Korami)
“It is thus not surprising that the fate of the Fey-Touched is a mixed bag: some consider their heritage a blessing, others a curse.” (Fey-Touched)
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Character Name: Rue
Character Race: Fey-Touched
Character Age: 18
Brief Physical Description:
Rue is someone who tries to carry herself confidently. Her long, silky brown hair falls below her knees, complementing her warm, umber skin. Scales mark her face and cover her hands, resembling sharp claws. And last but not least, her eyes are a striking, pupil-less lime-green.
