OOC
Minecraft Username: Ev1scero
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Asked around for active servers
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
I don't have any screenshots, but I have experience building castles, custom terrain, & interior decorating! I would love to apply for build team if there is one once I've gotten to know the community!
https://www.planetminecraft.com/member/eviscero/ <-- some skins I've made
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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?)
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A hunter's bow laid at her side along with a pouch of arrows, it had been a long journey. She was so tired, the hunting knife on her belt had not even been polished yet. Upon opening her mouth, she did not possess a hint of Elvish in her accent; the old woman could have assumed she hailed from Korami. This may not have been the case. "Ah.. how could you tell?" The melodic, coyly playful tone of her voice, the Arsa Sidhe's eyes wandering before they finally set upon the woman. She was Mistan.
"Why, I'm here to see the Spire, of course.. And well, perhaps hunt a Krakerstag." Caprice admits, allowing the statement to settle in the air before continuing. "I want to bring back it's horn's and hear the sound of it's whip." It was evident by sway of her words that she hailed from Mist Isles, which despite being primarily the home of humans, this Elf was a different story. "I've never truly left home before- but mother and father encouraged me it was time." She feels her heart swell with the thought of them, almost wishing she had made the decision to remain there. But the world was too big and ambitions too grand to do so. "After I see the Spire, perhaps I'll travel to Ko'ram." The young elf throws the idea out there, as if she truly had little direction afterall. "How different it would be to commune with my kin." Caprice could not recall the last time she saw another Arsa Sidhe during her youth on the Mist Isles. Caprice was adopted by humans. A tragedy at sea causing a small trading vessel to capsize- a baby washing up on an empty lifeboat at shore. There was a yearning to discover more about herself. A yearning so strong it allowed her to push through any fear, any doubt of leaving her home. A necessary decision.
"Whatever I do, wherever this journey takes me, I just want to grow from it." The woman concludes, though, realizing she was monologuing, she smiles at the old woman sheepishly.. "And what about yourself?"
Character Name: Caprice
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: Early 20's
Brief Physical Description: Standing at 5'9, Caprice's figure captures the darker, moonlit hues of the Arsa Sidhe. Purplish skin with light amber eyes that denote a quiet, tired demeanor. Dressed in seaworthy garb, tough boots, a light shirt and a black, sun bleached bandanna. There are multiple different weapons used for hunting draped onto her form, albeit haphazardly.
