Minecraft Username: Sir_Arc
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Seadog!!
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I've been involved in RP for quite some years now. I'm sure some people still remember me from the old Hollowworld days, but I do a little bit of skinning although I've lost most of my achieve unfortunately.
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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 - 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?)
*Aquamarine eyes would briefly shine beneath loose strands of onyx black hair, taking in the presence of the older woman. A moment would pass before Cian would speak in a reserved manner of speech. *
"I am traveling home in a way, and there I hope to find answers." His words would close in a whisper as his eyes would gravitate towards a broach clasping the edges of his worn cloak. A circular silver broach seemed to gaze up back at him as he pondered its significance.
The older woman, seemingly unaware of his shifting attention would continue on. "Oh well that's all good and sound. Now I'm coming down here for. . ." Cian would never learn what her intended purpose of making this long and arduous journey was and he particularly did not care. He knew why he was coming down here, and truthfully that was all he cared about. Yet, it was not one singular reason that drove him from his home in Midlands, away from the family and community he had known the majority of his life. Eventually those desires had drove him to abandon that life and travel south.
His eyes would eventually lift, observing the landscape around them. His ancestors, or rather a part of them, had dwelt in these lands. The Aedall, and although he knew little of them, he felt a connection to this land to a place that had once been a bastion of Arsa Sidhe after the Collapse. A collapse that had seen his people scattered and their servants, the Nua Sidhe, transformed into Kings. Yet this was the least of his concerns, for before him lay not only purpose and a duty. But also, a personal desire, a desire that had burned within him since he had learned of his Aedall kin that had so long ago abandon their lands and their people to live out their lives in the Midlands. He had longed to see the Spire that had been so often spoken about, and to discover where his kin had fled.
"Lost in your mind, are you?" Immediately Cian would be brough back into reality as the older woman observed him. Her tone, although not malicious was quite loud and had brought him back from his pondering. "Eh, can't blame you I felt the same way when I was your age, young and with my whole life ahead of me. A new land and tons of. . ."
A brief smile would cross Cian's lips, as he would continue to let the woman talk.
Character Name: Cian Seag'ha
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 23
Brief Physical Description: An angular face with bright eyes of Seaweed green emerge from a head of onyx hair. Cian stands rough 190 centimeters tall; his pure elven blood is displayed in his lithe form with solid physique in accordance with elves. His complexion although pale, holds rosy cheeks that are definite in moments of physical extertion.
