OOC
Minecraft Username: Ghiojo
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes I am
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes, I have. And I have to say that the rules, especially the ones you hold for your staff are frankly inspiring and a breath of fresh air. It is nice to see a server that both tries to foster and curate a good community and that understands that staff are volunteers.
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Nope, Found the server through PMC
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi! I'm Ghiojo, I'm a 26 year old Software Engineer who has been in MCRP for about 10 years now. I like to build, as well as tinkering with systems and mechanical stuff, especially any game systems that include dice. I like coding (obviously) and I make my own plugins from time to time.
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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)? (150 words minimum)
The elven man sat at the caravan, his gaze affixed towards the horizon and clear skies. There was a tinge of excitement in their look, one from a man free from the shackles of responsibility. He couldn't really be that old, even for an elf, while not a child by any means, was still probably closer to his mid 20s, maybe early 30s. At the woman's voice, he elf's ear twitches lightly, turning towards her and offering a small smile and a soft chuckle, brushing his hair back behind his long ear
"A little, not going to lie" he replies first to her first statement, before he befalls in silence again, he shrugs a little, before he looks back into the horizon, a little raise of his shoulders in a shrug. "I guess I was just ... looking for new opportunities, frankly" he says with a little hum in thought, one of his legs going to fold over itself, planting his foot on the seat so he could lean his arm on his knee. "The bustling city, the mannerisms and etiquette... they aren't for me, you know? The Valkian realm is... extensive and beautiful in its own right, don't get me wrong, but I guess I felt like my calling was somewhere else." the elf explains with a little nod, looking back at the woman. "I'm an Engineer, I solve problems, and... I imagine a frontier town in the middle of nowhere will have more problems to solve than the average Valkian city, no? And I can only imagine those problems are likely... much more interesting".The conversation from there would begin to fade into the horizon, the rhythmic lull of hoofbeats beginning to take hold as the caravans kept their neverending way towards their destination, leaving to wonder where the word exchange would go, and what the future holds for those on their way to the Reach...
Character Name: Oliver Spring
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 28
Brief Physical Description: Oliver's a tall, yet slender figure, standing at about 6'6. He has red eyes, and surprisingly for one of his kind, red hair, which comes from a long ancestor in his lineage, mayhaps even a bit of human blood mixed into the Spring family. He has pale skin, much like most elves, and usually dresses in practical clothes, the colors of which range from browns, blacks, and reds.
