OOC
Minecraft Username: Astalgon
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who:
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi, my name's Astalgon or Astal or any other abbreviation (not Ass). I've been roleplaying for about 4 to 5 years now, so a fair bit of time. I'm glad to be here, and hopefully be accepted too :D
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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!)
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With his chin propped in the palm of his hand, Gaiseric maintained his gaze to the greenscape encircling him, only averting his eyes to the old woman when she had leant into his periphery. He hesitated, or rather struggled to find the right words to keep the conversation short.
“Mm? Why’ve I come? Right,” He lifted himself from his hand, to face the old lady proper. “My Korami homeland’s not an option, and my father's side, up in the Midlands, wouldn't take me in anymore. Old grudges, y'know? So, I figured I’d make myself useful elsewhere, instead. Offer my swordhand as service against the rumoured dark that roams. ‘Sides, change is good, or so’ve heard. Might as well.” His voice was hoarse with recent strain; his eyes shadowed with fatigue.
“You said this wasn't your first time ‘round here? I don't doubt that, age tends to come with plenty of stories and wisdom, eh?” Gaiseric paused to recover his voice some. “What’s it like yonder? At the Reach? All I've heard is word of mouth, and we know how people can be: Stories tend to grow taller with every telling.” He offered a small curl of his lips as he made an attempt to steer the conversation away from himself.
Character Name: Gaiseric
Character Race: Half-Race (Arsa Sidhe & Human)
Character Age: 23
Brief Physical Description:
Gaiseric’s mixed ancestry is displayed, evidently: A slender yet tall stature, without the typical, cascading coiffure of the Arsa Sidhe — which reveal barely, pointed ears found sporadically amongst humans. Warm, sun-kissed skin, marred with old and faded wounds with a countenance to match the roughness, is partly hidden with raven hair. His tapering eyes of dull purples seem mean when idle, but rarely reflect his mood.
