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Minecraft Username: StressPotato
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): I have!
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Friends
(Max. 1) Were you referred to by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Faded2Fadbear
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello, I’m Stress. I like dnd, pokemon and my oc’s!! I like to draw too but only once in a blue moon. I don't wanna share anything right now but maybe in the future!
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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, avoiding simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)
Usage of AI to generate, modify or translate the writing on your application will result in denial of your whitelist. There will be no chance to re-apply afterwards.__Cart rides were much worse than a ship has ever been, he’d choose traveling over the waters any day over these cursed cart rides. Bless the spirits for the safe passages over the waves from Sirensong. Once he hit the dryland he’s only been met with one cart ride after another, he tried to cling to his charm desperately for some hope of better travels but he swore it wore off once he stepped off the ships. He felt he was akin to the walking toads people adore when trying to traverse through the numerous roads and changing which wagon he must get to. Numerous times throughout his journey he felt he was on the cart or walking along the wrong path. If not for sheer luck you would have been in the far northern part of the realm.
Ruby was wiping his hands with a handkerchief, the lingering smell of dirt and grass still linger even after washing up. It’s like how the smell of the sea sticks to you after being away for so long, he remembers how he'd have to scrub his arms in-between each of the scales lining his arms. Anytime he had to dig up roots or gut a fish, it was the same cleaning and scrubbing at the scales. Even now he can still remember the certain ichor and stench the ports would smell like whenever the boats would dock at the market, smells like fish.“Excuse me?” Being spoken to broke him out of his trance of meticulously grinding the handkerchief over his nails and thoughts of home.He looked around once or twice, just to be sure that she was actually speaking to him before shuffling to face her within the cramped space. He cleared his throat before giving a proper reply to her irksome, but accurate questioning. How she knew it was his first time here was beyond him, there was no need to call it out as such either.
“If you *must* know-” Ruby began, clearly irritated,”-My grandmother died and left me with nothing. So. I’ve decided I’m moving to the mainland because I refuse to work on a *boat* and besides that, nobody will hire me on the island because for whatever reason I’m being accused of ‘stealing a boyfriend’? I don't even know, but I don’t believe they did either before they threw the accusation out…” There was a brief pause for him to catch his breath, “ And anyways! I want to move here to broaden my horizons and then I can open my own business.” He tilts his head returning the question, "What about you? Why are you going to the Reach?”
Ruby actually did have a better reason to move inland, there's a lack of business on the mist isles for it and it has to do with the fauna of the realm. He’s always been interested in the smallest of creatures and the care it takes to support their wellbeing and life, he wants to better others into caring for these beings too. He wishes to open a business in the upcoming bustling town. He remembers his first encounter with the wildlife of the realm, it was actually his grandmother who was helping the weird long bear like creature. He didn't do much at the time beside bring her bandages and different grinded up roots and herbs that he helped collected. She taught him everything he knows now, everything word for word took years to remember her lessons to him. Every tale she handed to him to pass along her knowledge and care for others, thanks to her he found his passion in helping others.
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Character Name: Ruby Papaver
Character Race: Fey-Touch (Wetlands) Mistan from Sirensong
Character Age: 21
Brief Physical Description- Standing at 5’2” Ruby has hair taller than he is, dark maroon color that's curled and usually tied up and very well maintained. He’s often well dressed, his appearance to others is something very important to him so he will always try to remain clean and neatly dressed. He will usually support simple white shirts and dark pants, though sometimes exploring a pop of color! His arms and legs are decorated in scales, as well as light blue spots dot his hands.
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