OOC
Minecraft Username: Cherrub5724
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): 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?”
“..I haven’t a clue, really.. I suppose I just needed a new environment.. I have family around here.” She said, giving a small smile to the woman, as her thumbs fiddled with the two knives in her lap, wrapped tightly in cloth and twine. She felt she could never tell the truth, or go home, she was a thief, a traitor, a murderer. And perhaps running away would only make them think worse of her, she couldn’t imagine they’d believe the truth. It was an accident, it wasn’t her fault. It was like her existence provoked fae, he’d been distracted, it was only a small fall, but he still got stuck under a large boulder, and by the time she was able to safely make her way down, a beast was already tearing through his flesh, the Jaraid. It wasn’t in its native lands, nor was her new husband even dead yet, but she couldn’t stay, watch the scene as he had his intestines ripped from inside his flesh, still awake and lucid, and she could hear him yelling, screaming at her to help, but she had been terrified, and she couldn’t find it in herself to provoke the creature, she wasn’t a warrior, she had a penchant for attracting critters, she liked to sing and braid flower crowns, she didn’t want to go on the trek, But his family said it was necessary for her to accompany him on his pilgrimage, but Hell she didn’t even want to marry him. She didn’t want to take their family’s heirloom blades with them, but he said it’d be bad luck to go without them. She couldn’t go back, look her mother in the face and say it wasn’t her fault, there wasn’t any way they could forgive her.
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Character Name: Cherrubim
Character Race: River-Fey-touched Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 19
Brief Physical Description: A thin, lovely looking young woman, of whom’s eyes read a periwinkle blue that passes right into the uncanny valley. She has a rosy baby face and long pointed ears, surrounded by shiny delicate hair of a cool red. Despite being an Arsha Sidhe, the fey has stunted her growth, meaning she only reaches 5’5”.
Image of Skin and Figura Model: I cannot send it since I am doing this on my computer but I will see if I can send the model separately on my phone.
