OOC
Minecraft Username: ClottedArteries
Are you at least 18 years old?: yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): yes How did you hear about Avalore?: a friend was talking their ocs and I got interested Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: CreatingwithKass
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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)?
Raindyr’s mind would wander to the past, his home on an island one of the many scattered islands.He thought back to his friends in the forested Bastion. Lost in thought in the memories. However, it was odd to think about what led him to the Ashlands to begin with. He wasn’t a fire fae, quiet the opposite in fact, associating more with the ocean than the flames. Alas, that is where he called home. His mind was taken back to two people in particular, close friends of his growing up in such an odd place. Vikren, a greatling and his teacher, took Raindyr under his wing after he washed up on shore as a child and taught him what he knew of the fireborne. To protect the world from a threat unknown to many, the way of the warrior and the fire dragon. How odd…
He was pulled from his thoughts at the sudden voice reverberating in his mind, was it that obvious he was nervous. A warm smile plastered over the man’s face, picking at his nail bed, perhaps the nerves really were getting to him. He thought for a moment.. ‘Why have you come to the Reach?’ He thought of many reasons… “I don’t know… Could say for many reasons.. Learn new battle techniques, escape the heat of home or.. Something like that…” he sighed and rubbed his temples… Until he found his reason.. He thought back to a memory, when a travelling warrior once told him in a tavern back home. A tale of how he slew a hellhound! How the warrior almost escaped with his life when the beast would gnaw and tear at his armor, only to wrestle the beast with his bare hands and ripped it’s horn from it’s skull. Raindyr wasn’t sure how true that story was, however a new purpose was found within. “Perhaps, to slay something grand! A trophy for home!” he smiled wide and proud, towards the elderly women. A type of flustered filled his stomach, the boost he needed and filled a giddy excitement! He was ready.
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Character Name: Raindyr
Character Race: half fey-touched/Half Elf
Character Age: 26
Brief Physical Description:
Raindyr is a tall man with dark skin, with long curly blonde hair, with a short buzz around his head. (Undercut) and solid sea blue eyes, a scar over his left one with slender pointed ears. He has trails of swirling blue crawling up his arms and legs with speckles of scales over his cheeks and shoulders.
