OOC
Minecraft Username: ItsMegBaybee
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: From friends, but I can't remember exactly who. I think it was from Parker, Kass, or WildRoze originally
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: I can't for the life of me remember what they are or if they've changed their IGNs. I don't mind who gets what.
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I make semi-alright minis on Hero Forge for free.
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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?)
Percy stared the woman in the eyes slightly longer than would be normal as he readjusted from his daydream. The young man quickly shook his head in correction to her assertion.
"Yes- no- I'm generally nervous any time I travel, but I'm just returning home from a hunting trip is all." He spoke with his thick Korami accent, stumbling over some of the common words as he sought his memory for their meaning. His inexperience with the language often helped mask what he truly meant; the lady was kind, so there was no reason to alarm her with the real reason for his "hunt". Percy receives enough odds looks already, he didn't want more because they know he left the Reach to study the traces of his ancestors: the Gǔròu. He knows just how off putting it is for someone to study these accursed undead, it's partly why he was alone on this trip after all.
Percy's hand moved to rest on the fir wood dagger at his waist, finding a slight bit of comfort in the motion. As the youngest of his siblings, he wasn't fit to have the family blade. Out of pity, his mother carved him a fake copy to keep on him. Percy knows she did it so she wouldn't have to hear him cry, but it comforts him all the same no matter how heretical it might be.
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Character Name: Perseus Tel'abath
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 23
Brief Physical Description: Percy stood at an average height for his race, standing at a decent 6'0". His pale skin was covered in scarring indicative to his harsher upbringing in the mountains. His pale gold eyes shined in sunlight, contrasting the dark bags beneath them. He wore mostly neutral and dark colored clothing accented by leather that he hunted himself.
