OOC
Minecraft Username: Catigami
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, 24
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A friend (who has yet to apply) heard about the server and recommended it to me :) (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: N/A
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi! I'm Mouse, I've been into roleplaying for ages and was introduced to MCRP with Solstice back in the early 2010s, at some point, I left Solstice and stopped roleplaying until finding out about Dunwater around 2020. I've tried a few other servers in the meantime but none of them really appealed to me, so here we are now :PI'm currently attending college for veterinary practices and in my spare time I do some drawing, I write music, and I have a huge love for writing! I'm really looking forward to jumping back into RP and getting to know everybody :)
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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?)
A tan-skinned woman with mountain fey heritage sits in the cart, adorned in colorful garb, feathers of brown and white peaking through her sleeves. Her long, wavy dark hair pokes out from her bonnet, almost as if it wants to escape. She seems lost in thought. Her golden eyes fixed on the floor, it takes a moment for her to realize that she’s being spoken to. She straightens up a bit, blinking a few times.
“My nerves’re shredded raw.” Myrna replies in a raspy, aged voice, lifting her head to glower at the older woman for a moment. She pauses to take a breath, uncertain as to why she’s opening up, her dejected gaze shifts back to the floor. She lets out another sigh before beginning to weave her tale
“Tryin’ t’get away I suppose.” She lets out a nervous chuckle.
“I’ve always been on the move y’see, livin’ ‘pon th’steppe travellin’ with the Falstoners long as I can remember. It was nice for a time, I mean- I think it was, t’was my entire life.” A smile begins to form on Myrna’s face as she thinks back to the Falstone festivities. She thinks back to the brewery in Stonebrook, a place of comfort, a place to relax and converse between time caravanning. Another chuckle escapes her lips as she thinks back to a particular game of Flabber-Fae in which she first met her spouse. Too nervous to form a sufficient lie, she would be the first to lose. This game would become a joke between the two of them whenever their caravans crossed paths and they would soon grow rather close. Her expression would soon fade back into a sullen glare as she continued.
“Though, I suppose one grows rather weary’ve travel- the merriment an’ the like upon th’loss of your love. Y’see we were due to t’meet at the Crossroads but when she did not arrive I relied on her caravan for answers. Some claim’d it t’be a necrophage, others suggest a particularly wicked fay. T’was no help, just a mesh of rumors an’ tales. Perhaps part of me is hopin’ t’find she’s run off to the Southern Reach or perhaps I’m tryin’ to run from a life that reminds me of her.”
Myrna stretches, her focus returning to her surroundings as she lifts her head to refer to the older woman,
“Enough’ve that, what brought you to the reach?”
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Character Name: Myrna
Character Race: Fey-Touched (Mountain Fey)
Character Age: 28
Brief Physical Description: Myrna is a small feeble woman who stands at around 4'10" with tan skin, long, wavy dark brown hair, and feathers of shades from deep browns to shades of ivory protruding down her arms and legs, and more sparsely growing at points along her back. Her eyes are a warm shade of amber. She appears aged and tired most of the time, with circles under her eyes. Myrna has a lean build from a life of traveling with the Caravans of the Faded Steppe.
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