Minecraft Username: Zemetis
Are you at least 18 years old?: yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: Frydo
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
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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 some references to our lore in your response!)
*The Arsa looks up when hearing the woman ask her the question. She groans for a second, seeming exhausted at the long journey and the fact that she even allowed her mind to think of her past.* "Curiosity? Wanting to carve a new home? Either way, it's not like I have anywhere else to be. And frankly, even if I run into exactly the same fate as the other Arsa, that's better than going back to that cursed land. The great land of entitlement and fake lures."*She spits, almost seemingly aimed at a nearby sleeping human, but landing just short. Now that the train of thought has been more solidified, her memories linger even more on her childhood in foster care, never even knowing her parents face as she'd been left by them for reasons unknown before she could form even a single memory. Perhaps she grew up in a worse part of the Valkian Realm, but her childhood was marred by controlling 'parents' who had a habit of giving up on her after some years of having experience with her temperament. And yet, that was a mere slap compared to the active abuse she'd suffer in a traveling circus. She even enjoyed performing her act, and she would soon find herself shedding a few tears over the fact that she may have been content there if she had a better ringmaster.*"If we're lucky, they'll be locked in that damned war up north long enough for enough people to come to their senses and establish their own realm and build it enough to be able to hold our ground. And if I die doing that, I'll at least have died for the first real home I ever had."
Character Name: Arlena
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 34
Brief Physical Description: Thin frame. Roughly 6'1. Light, almost sandy-looking skin. Bright amber eyes. Brown hair.
