Minecraft Username: javid74
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Other Player(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: ItsSienna
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello I'm Javid, a composer and musician who loves minecraft and TTRPG.It's been a while since I've been actively on an MC RP server, and I certainly feel the pull of it again now.I'd only like to share a solo piano EP I made a few years back. It's all free to use with credit! https://youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_m8k-1eFx8jmLZIZ1H5qSjZqhpUGmVrm70&si=E3Elb6HFboTdxBCi
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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, avoid simply name-dropping lore terms. Tie the terms into your character's backstory. Why are they important to them?)Saffron took his time responding, still laying down on his bags. "Just to get away, I suppose." He turns to her, "Say Ma'am, do you ever feel like you are making an expensive mistake? You know... just by living? Without knowing in what way you meant it, I mean."
After a beat he laughs, "Sorry! I'm sure you meant in the more utilitarian sense. Well let's see- that Spire out there sure is flourishing. I was born near here actually; The Duchy of Rulan. Apparently I stopped through the at-the-time shiny new spire some point in my toddler days. I can't remember anything at all sadly."He responds to a quizzical look from the old woman, "Don't look much like a stern Rulan mercenary, do I? You're correct. I didn't stay there long at all. In fact, my stay in the Spire would be simply a stop for where I ended up later on. The Mist Isles." He sits up, "Oh yes ma'am, I am one hell of a third mate. Sailed all my youth to every port that was worth our time. Never went too far inland, or stayed in one place a terrible much. But movement all the same you see."Saffron wistfully looked out over the land, "Sailing was nice. The ocean was a place of peace and safety for me. You feel one with the sea- it is simple and all encompassing. I enjoyed the brief moments when merchants and people would smile on our arrival. We always brought something they were expecting, something they were looking for."He couldn't help but frown, "But it was so few and far between. The vast other hours were on bridge watch, or acting boatswain... maybe just braving out a bad storm. I loved seeing their faces each time." He managed a smile now, "So I thought to myself, how can I do that off my boat? I'm not a rich man. I don't have the means to trade or gift every day. But I can still give people something they want, something they expect.""If there was one thing I never stopped doing, it was reading. Every time our ship came into port, I would pick up another book from whoever had any to sell. One turned into two, into four. All types- some very scholarly eventually. Some simply a fashionable fantasy of the imagination. And as my supply would run through on the longest of voyages, I would feel pull to write my own. That sated me for a time. For a long time."Saffron produced a piece of jerky from his travel bag and took a big bite, "But yhwekno, dthis shtill wadn't enuff!" He swallowed. "Every night I'd see the same thing, those happy faces in the port. Even if I became a known author, I'd never get to see those faces in person. So I have decided then on the active pen; the one that writes about the present. Some journalism! And Sirens forgive me, but I must say the local landscape back home doesn't make this easy. The Monarchy or otherwise; even the smaller towns with only Mayors. Everything is very old, very established. It's hard for someone to start something new, especially when you aren't blessed with a connection from your birth."
He finished the piece of jerky, "I'm not getting any younger, anyhow. Most of my kin back home thought it foolish to pursue an entirely new frontier far and away from what I've done before. As a fully grown man no less. But hey- isn't writing something that gets better with experience? I'm sure I will blow those freshly minted academy graduates out of the ocean."
Saffron settled back into his carefully crafted bed of bags and clothing, shifting to get comfortable, "Still scary, no matter how ambitious I pretend to be. I might end up nobody. And then, at that point, what ocean will I retreat to I wonder?" He stares idly at the clouds as the wagon continues to move.
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Character Name: Saffron
Character Race: Human
Character Age: 26
Brief Physical Description: Pale with long thick wavy hair that hasn't been cut in a while. He's not very small, but still seems to have a meeker stature. Very kind and curious eyes.
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