OOCMinecraft Username: jxid
Are you at least 18 years old?:
Have you read the rules?:yes i have
Were you referred by someone? If so, who:gixk
Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):i would rather introduce myself over time if people are interested
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In-CharacterRead 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?”Response Below:
Sylvia would furrow her brows slightly as she took in what the older woman had to say. Her furrowed brows would rest as a soft, small smile rose upon her face. "I am more excited than I am nervous," *she said confidently, or so she thought. The older woman would continue about knowing it were the younger's first time to the reach, which would be inadvertently given the silent treatment. Try as she may to not be set aback by the question of whether she were nervous or not, it would loom over her. She was truly nervous, scared even- so could be told by her constant fidgeting of her hair, clothing, jewelry, and anything of the sort within reach. She was drawn back into reality at the sudden movement of the older woman leaning in closer, and taking a look at her grin wouldn't really help ease the feeling."I have come here to be myself and live under my own rules. I come for opportunity and... escape."The young half-elf wouldn't elaborate any further. She couldn't or else this façade of confidence would come crashing down, and she very well could not let that happen. Not again. Shifting her view, she would gaze out towards the scenery, it was clear this conversation was over. She closed her eyes to think once more, to attempt to clear her head. It was clear Sylvia was an oddity from the start, as her mother was an Elf whose aspirations were to travel the world, and her father was a Fey Touched man she fell for during her travels to the Faded Steppes. After that, they would become acquainted, and soon would become what was thought to be lovers as they moved together back to Korami, where her mother was raised. There they had a child, Sylvia. At first it seemed as if they cared for her, the honeymoon phase would be the closest way to describe it, though as she got older it turned out much differently. Her mother turned sour and her father became increasingly absent until a point he left on her thirteenth birthday. From that point onwards she faced torment, torment for existing, for ruining the dreams her mother had dreamt. She shook her head once more, not wishing to recall the past further and to enjoy what remained of the ride to the reach.
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Character Name: Sylvia Clérisseau
Character Race: Half-Elf, Half-Fey Touched (Woodland)
Character Age: 18 (In Human Years)
Brief Physical Description: Sylvia has quite a short frame despite her racial makeup. Standing... quite "tall" at 5'3'', she has a light and warm olive complexion, and light golden(?) eyes, and very pointy elven ears. Her hair is decent length, and a dirty blonde hue. She has quite the slim frame, however some areas are adorned with much more muscle than other parts making her a lot more well-rounded opposed to just skinny. She tends to dress in a feminine style, almost always seen in some sort of dress or flaunting some pretty jewels... or trinkets.
