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---An Introspective Journey into the Woods.On the night before the first day of his tenth week of existence, a diminutive Void-Touched could be seen lurking through the streets. Wrapped in a cloak and with a rucksack slung over their shoulder, Grove stops by a few vendors before heading off into the woods. Their demeanor has changed; they stand taller and more confidently. The sparkle in his eyes is gone, swapped for a steely resolve.
When asked by passers-by what he is doing, all Grove replies with is "Growing up."
Curiously, eagle-eyed people on the street would spot a book on Fey-Speak wrapped in their tails.
about 1 month ago
Name: Grove.
Primary Branch: Ether.
Patron: Facet.
Cantrips: Shelter, Trick, Starsign.
Anima: 8.
Hinderances: N/A.
2 months ago
Truth be told, my colorblindness is a pain in the ass. I explicitly tried to make it less neon. Something something Sisyphus.Thanks for catching that, because I wouldn't have! And thank you again for the fast reply!I'll fix it shortly.Update: I think I fixed it? Please tell me if it's still too bright.
4 months ago
OOC
Minecraft Username: Blobinjay
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: From a friend.(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: HunterOfNightt
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm an orthodox jewish idiot in a love-hate relationship with Wizards of the Coast. I like writing projects that I will never finish, art projects I'll never stop having some deep-seated loathing of, and my guinea pigs.
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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?)
"Hm?" The Fey-Cursed returns the smile, while rummaging for something in his hat. "Oh, I guess I am a little, but more excited than anything else! I've been...well, I've been around the world, except for the Reach. It was hard, growing up with just me an' my mum." His eyes fall for a second as his smile falters. "We left an Ashborne camp. She didn't want to raise a kid around that crowd, much to me dad’s dismay. Up north’s no place for two on their own, but we made do. I grew up in a cave. Didn’t want the Ashborne, an’ the Fireborne wouldn’t want me. I don't remember much, honestly. One thing's clear in my mind though, that night at a makeshift dragon skull that we made with some timber and ash. There I was, staring into the candle atop the shrine, and thought about the dragon it stood for. The freedom it must’ve had. Big ol’ wings to fly anywhere.” He smoothes his burnt orange hair and puts his hat back on. “So, when I turned eighteen, I decided to leave, with my mum’s blessing of course. I snuck on some adventurer’s ship as it was leaving, and went wherever it did. Some time later, I wound up dizzy an’ dazed in Port Abmanyo. The Coast was a wonderful place, and the weather wasn’t too unlike what I was used to. I actually think I saw one of the sirens, but that's neither here nor there." He clears his throat. “After that, I bounced around here or there, picking up useful tricks an’ such. Now, I’m headed t’ the one place I ain’t been. Say…what was your name again?”
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Character Name: Solomon “Sol” Fern.
Character Race: Fey-Touched (Fireborne).
Character Age: 23
Brief Physical Description: About five-foot-five with a hat for some added height. Fairly well-built but still rather slim. Burnt orange hair with red eyes.
Image of Skin and Figura Model:
Disregard the blue editing box. I know it's a cowboy hat, but I can't find a top hat and I don't know how to make one. Wait, I can edit this. I'll just make it a hat hat. No one will ever know!I need you to understand how little of a difference in color this is to me.
4 months ago

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