OOC Minecraft Username: Woahitstim Are you at least 18 years old?: 24 Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was asked to give the server a shot by a friend after a few people from my friend group had given it a try and liked it.(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: ItsMegBaybee (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): I'm Tim or Damocles, I've been in the MCRP scene for about eight or nine years now. I take a great interest in lore/worldbuilding as a writer myself, though I've always been told my character writing is my strong suit. I'm also known for my interest in magic systems. My discord DM's are always open for questions or inquiries. — In-Character Read the following prompt: The sound of clinking glasses and idle chatter welcome you in as you find yourself stepping into The Full Cask. An older man with a full mustache and warm smile beckons you over to the bar he's tending. His gazes washes over you, a glint of some knowing look shining in his eyes. As you sit, his voice rumbles out: "Hello there stranger! What can I get for you?"  After you order, he continues to make small talk. "You must be a newcomer. I'm Maarten, glad to meet you." He says with a certain kindness in his tone.  "Tell me, what brings you to the Spire?"   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?) The man's eyes lift slowly to meet the heartfelt bartender, the undisturbed ocean that was his gaze carrying over the man's features carefully as Shin brought the old-fashioned slowly to his obsidian lips. "What, indeed..." He mutters quietly in response. To have sputtered forth from the unperceivable and thrust into the chaos of the aftermath all but moments later. "My name is- Shin, or so I have decided." The void-touched dips his head to Maarten slowly. "Perhaps someone dreamed of me, and from Nocturne's shape the Dreaming One cut me from the unknowable Ether." A slow smirk rose to his lips. "Wouldn't that be a fateful origin?" "But, no, I'm afraid like many of those who've taken to being called void-touched..." The man extended his arm slowly after having set down his glass, Shin's eyes dancing curiously over his own carapace and claws. "I was born after the Sundering, and found myself in the good graces of that very same 'Great Dreamer', or... The Dreaming One." He stumbles with the Patron's proper title, clarifying who he meant in a brief moment of earnestness. "And how lucky I am to not have been wrapped up in the 'Chains' of our enemies. A chance to live here peacefully alongside the Spire, and perhaps one day even explore what lies beyond South Reach." The man swoons in jest, knowing well the unlikelihood of what he suggests. "But, there's much to be done before I get a taste for what this world has to offer, isn't there?" Shin asks rhetorically, resting his eyes as he could feel the alcohol warm his mind. "I get a sense that this 'City of the Spire' has worked hard to outshine their Aedall predecessors, if this Seneschalty of the Southern Reach is any proof," Shin remarks thoughtfully to the Council he's heard about, and all their feats. "So rarely does a republic as broad as this do well under the constraints of co-operation, the delegation of power beyond a single monarch requires faith and trust of a rare kind... But, what do I know; You could say I was born yesterday." He jests, downing the rest of his drink with a gasp of relief. "What did I come here for...?" Shin repeats the question in his own words, uncurling his flat tail from the stool. "I guess I'll have to find out." The Void-Touched remained optimistic about the venture, patting the bar side as he went to leave. Dropping a few coins to the wood, closing his tab. "Thank you for the drink. Perhaps I'll see you around, Maarten, with a better answer for you in mind." He hummed deep in his throat, an almost clicking or rolling purr coming from his chest as he exited to the streets outside. "What were those guards droning on about?" Shin muttered to himself, his body loose and fluid as he walked through the cobbled streets. Turning his gaze to the spire nearby. "May the Lady of the Lake keep you steadfast to your oaths..." The Voidborn chuckles to himself before a brief flash of a memory disturbs his peace of mind. A sour fret came to his lips as he turned back to watch his shadow in the moonlight carefully. "I know- somewhere, I made a promise." A clawed grip to his forehead was all he could muster, as the deep seas that were Shin's eyes fell to the earth below him. "What was my oath, the one I was meant to keep...?" He grits his teeth, picking away pieces of his mind in hopes of finding something that likely never was. "Please..." He begged the open air, "Remind me of what I owe, to what I pledged." Shin exhales steadily. "How can I be steadfast to an oath I've long forgotten? Please- if such a fable rings true, Lady of the Lake, may I find you, so you may guide me home to my purpose, the one I was meant to serve." The Void-Touched whispers a prayer, lifting himself from his wallowing and making his way down the road back to his dwellings. 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. Your Response: — Character Name: Shin Oro'Neoma Character Race: Void-Touched / Voidborn Character Age: (Post Sundering) 10 Months / (Physically) 27 Character Height: 5'11" Brief Physical Description: Shin is a lean, moderately muscular Void-Touched, standing at a somewhat unremarkable 5'11". For what he lacks in his height he makes up for in armored plates across his brimstone colored skin. However, despite this, the man presents as rather meek and quiet; by no means a power house. His chitinous tail is forked in two, long enough to run flat down along his leg and then some. However, most notable are Shin's darkened eyes, his sclera black like the void he sprung from, carrying the stormy blue pupils he uses to see. Image of Skin and Figura Model: (Skin updated and edited!)