Alyssa
Lord of Altera
1) What is your MINECRAFT username?
AlyssaRK
2) How old are you?
Sixteen
3) Where are you?
United States
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes.
5) Introduce yourself!
I fancy myself as a writer. I have too big of an imagination for my own good, so making stories is a great hobby of mine. I love to read—Game of Thrones is a definite obsession—and the Middle Ages/Dark Ages/Tudor period of English history especially interests me. I love the fantasy genre as well.
6) Got any examples of your work?
Nothing too interesting.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
I haven’t explored the world—I’d like my first experience as a character on the server to be an authentic one.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
None
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About your character
Name: Alayna Percel
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Alayna prefers to keep her curly brown hair down, even though it would be more practical to keep it up. Since it’s long, it generally tangles. Her eyes are a softer brown, with dark circles underneath that never seem to go away. A smaller girl, she stands at 5’4 with delicate features. She considers her smile, just a bit too wide and a bit too crooked, her greatest asset.
The test
There was a kind of warmth about the tiny inn that drew her closer. On the edge of a hill and made completely of wood, the building was one of the smaller ones on the street, but regardless, it had the most life. As Alayna approached the door, she heard the sounds of voices and laugher from within, and she had to suppress a smile herself. The road hadn’t been kind. This would be a nice change.
The sign next to the entrance read, The Old Ladybug.
She thought that it was a bit of a peculiar name. Ladybugs didn’t get old—they were bugs!—and even if they did, how could anyone tell what was an old ladybug anyhow? They all looked the same to her if she cared to get close enough to look. And besides—
Just then, a stranger flung open the door, sending her stumbling back. She couldn’t help the automatic gasp of surprise that burst from her lips as she caught her feet before she could fall.
“A thousand pardons, miss,” the drunken man slurred before starting down the path that she had come up. She blushed furiously. That’s what she got for dawdling in the entrance thinking of useless things! She could be so absent minded sometimes.
The hall of the inn was as small as the outside had suggested, but nothing could have prepared her for the welcome surge of heat that wafted from the fireplace to the right. The evening air was cool, and this place felt cozy and safe.
Anything safe was welcome. Ever since she left her home, a small village to the south, to explore life on her own in one of the many cities of Altera, she felt too exposed. Her brother had always been around to protect her, and now she was alone.
Regardless—and despite the fact that she was looking and feeling a bit worse for the wear—she was making her own way just fine. She needn’t marry some foolish village boy like all the other girls back home. She could handle the world all by herself.
She wiped her feet on the mat in front of the door, conscious of the mud that caked her shoes from days of walking, and went up to the front desk. The matron was a kindly looking woman with a no-nonsense attitude about her, and she immediately felt secure.
“What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Just a room for the night, if you have one to spare,” she replied.
Her money was given in exchange for a key, and just a few minutes later, she was climbing underneath the covers of the bed. She sighed happily. She hadn’t had a bed in some time.
As she drifted off to sleep, she considered how wonderful places like these were for people like her. They were havens of sorts, a home away from home that sheltered people on the way to where they needed to go and guided them when they needed to get back. How many people had slept in this very bed? What adventures did they experience? No one person was the same. Each of them had a story to tell. She wished she could hear them all.
Maybe she could. Perhaps once she found a place to settle, she’d start an inn of her own.
AlyssaRK
2) How old are you?
Sixteen
3) Where are you?
United States
4) Have you read our guides yet?
Yes.
5) Introduce yourself!
I fancy myself as a writer. I have too big of an imagination for my own good, so making stories is a great hobby of mine. I love to read—Game of Thrones is a definite obsession—and the Middle Ages/Dark Ages/Tudor period of English history especially interests me. I love the fantasy genre as well.
6) Got any examples of your work?
Nothing too interesting.
7) Did you explore our world prior to your application?
I haven’t explored the world—I’d like my first experience as a character on the server to be an authentic one.
8) Referrer: (Optional)
None
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About your character
Name: Alayna Percel
Age: 20
Race: Human
Appearance: Alayna prefers to keep her curly brown hair down, even though it would be more practical to keep it up. Since it’s long, it generally tangles. Her eyes are a softer brown, with dark circles underneath that never seem to go away. A smaller girl, she stands at 5’4 with delicate features. She considers her smile, just a bit too wide and a bit too crooked, her greatest asset.
The test
There was a kind of warmth about the tiny inn that drew her closer. On the edge of a hill and made completely of wood, the building was one of the smaller ones on the street, but regardless, it had the most life. As Alayna approached the door, she heard the sounds of voices and laugher from within, and she had to suppress a smile herself. The road hadn’t been kind. This would be a nice change.
The sign next to the entrance read, The Old Ladybug.
She thought that it was a bit of a peculiar name. Ladybugs didn’t get old—they were bugs!—and even if they did, how could anyone tell what was an old ladybug anyhow? They all looked the same to her if she cared to get close enough to look. And besides—
Just then, a stranger flung open the door, sending her stumbling back. She couldn’t help the automatic gasp of surprise that burst from her lips as she caught her feet before she could fall.
“A thousand pardons, miss,” the drunken man slurred before starting down the path that she had come up. She blushed furiously. That’s what she got for dawdling in the entrance thinking of useless things! She could be so absent minded sometimes.
The hall of the inn was as small as the outside had suggested, but nothing could have prepared her for the welcome surge of heat that wafted from the fireplace to the right. The evening air was cool, and this place felt cozy and safe.
Anything safe was welcome. Ever since she left her home, a small village to the south, to explore life on her own in one of the many cities of Altera, she felt too exposed. Her brother had always been around to protect her, and now she was alone.
Regardless—and despite the fact that she was looking and feeling a bit worse for the wear—she was making her own way just fine. She needn’t marry some foolish village boy like all the other girls back home. She could handle the world all by herself.
She wiped her feet on the mat in front of the door, conscious of the mud that caked her shoes from days of walking, and went up to the front desk. The matron was a kindly looking woman with a no-nonsense attitude about her, and she immediately felt secure.
“What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Just a room for the night, if you have one to spare,” she replied.
Her money was given in exchange for a key, and just a few minutes later, she was climbing underneath the covers of the bed. She sighed happily. She hadn’t had a bed in some time.
As she drifted off to sleep, she considered how wonderful places like these were for people like her. They were havens of sorts, a home away from home that sheltered people on the way to where they needed to go and guided them when they needed to get back. How many people had slept in this very bed? What adventures did they experience? No one person was the same. Each of them had a story to tell. She wished she could hear them all.
Maybe she could. Perhaps once she found a place to settle, she’d start an inn of her own.
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