OOC
Minecraft Username: wereyoi
Are you at least 18 years old?: Aye aye
Have you read the rules? (Link): Now I have(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Animemandan(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: animemandan
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Well...uh...maybe *kicks feet. giggles* idk I've done a bunch of building so I might post that in the discord, I just don't have the will to post my pieces here and format it ugh. Other than that, I write a bunch, DM for a beeg campaign goin on 2 years weekly seshs now, work on a Skyrim follower mod, and just generally bein a p chill guy.
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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?)
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Colt blinked a few times, having lost himself within the buzz that droned on and on, killing everything outside his self. His disaffected stare traversed the carts, one of which, with a cover of bright orange and garish red, he wasn't sure he had seen before on their journeys... had he? He dismissed it and finally tilted his head to stare down the elderly woman. "I am not of your pact. I do not know why you speak to me so familiarly." Colt adjusted the wide-brimmed straw hat he had claimed from a particularly loud snoring human who had passed out in the wake of the unexplained festival the night previous. His pale skin burned so easy in this dusty heat."Oh? You're one of those types, are you? All tough? That thin skin of yours extends past the physic, huh?" The old woman gave him a smile full of holes.Colt let out a sigh, casting his stare back to the caravan, seeking out that odd-looking cart. "Not particularly, just after that oath-sworn reamed me out for stepping on their bedroll last night I've begun to wish for this whole journey to be over.""Oh, dearie, Callick is not someone to concern yourself with. He's always been the jittery type, not someone to let get to you." Her eyes didn't leave the side of his head. Colt's ear flickered."Yes, well, most people who carry a pound of steel at their side are people to worry about in my opinion. Especially this close.." He let his voice trail off, his eyes tracking southward."Oh, is it now you wish to open up, dearie?"Colt flicked his eyes to the woman that back up into that perfectly empty bluebird sky. He preferred the clouds. "If you must know, I'm here for two things. Someone and something." He paused, hoping that would be the end of it, but the woman kept staring at him. "Alison... that's the name of the first person, anyway." He thrust a hand into his pocket to free a note, waggling it back and forth in his fingers. "Broke her arms, or at least, so I heard. Was contracted to take a look. I'm a..." He paused to think exactly how to describe himself, "doc...tor..."The old woman nodded him along as if that still wasn't enough."Then there's the others.. crushed arms. Missing legs. Progressing blindness." He waved a hand. "I have no way of working through many of those but... my people, the Spire, you know it? What takes, gives and what gives, takes… I would like to heal. I wish to just." He drew his hand through the air in a cutting motion. "Want to cut the rot out of this world. Leave it cleaner than I found it, at least."He breathed a deep, dusty breath. "What about y-.." The woman was gone. He swung his gaze around. The cart was gone."...shit."
Character Name: Coltwell 'Colt' Lykos
Character Race: Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 40
Brief Physical Description: Pale of skin and hair. Shoulder-length hair usually kept up in a bun, but sometimes let down. Features common to his race, Colt is angular, thing, and altogether a very not-in-a-good-way doll-eyed individual. He has adopted a very clinical, lax expression to aid his patients in knowing that they are being taken care of by an experienced (debatable) professional (not quite). Thin lipped with eyes of jade. Colt is unassuming. Truly an ass of the Arsa.
