MioCid
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The forest has grown quieter of late. Even the wind seems to whisper with hesitation, as if waiting for something… or someone. A lone traveler wanders beneath the boughs — a young soul with dirt on their hands and questions in their heart. They pause at a small clearing, kneel, and place a few wildflowers upon the moss. “ Lately, the world feels different. When I walk through the woods, I can almost hear… something. Not words, more like a pulse, a rhythm beneath the earth. The trees seem to breathe; the rivers hum in ways they never did before. It’s as if the land itself is trying to speak — and I’m the fool who can’t understand the language. I’ve tried to listen. I’ve sat beneath the oaks until dusk, hands pressed to the soil, hoping the silence would tell me what I’m missing. But the more I reach out, the more I realize how little I know. If there is someone who still remembers how to hear the world ... truly hear it, I ask for your guidance. Not as a student of power, but as someone who wishes to belong to the song again.” They remain there a while, in silence, letting the world answer in its own time. The sound of birds, the rustle of leaves — and the faint, hopeful spark that perhaps, somewhere, a Druid still walks these woods. OOC : Hey everyone! I’m looking for someone who’d be interested in mentoring my character in druidism, both in terms of roleplay and lore. I’d love to learn more about how druids are portrayed in this server’s setting: their beliefs, rituals, abilities, and how they connect with nature. Ideally, I’d like to develop this through roleplay, where my character starts as a curious student and gradually learns from someone more experienced. I’m open to story ideas, lessons, or just natural RP moments that build that kind of dynamic. If you enjoy teaching, worldbuilding, or playing wise/nature-aligned characters, I’d love to connect! Feel free to DM me here or reply to this post — I’m excited to learn and make something meaningful story-wise. Thanks in advance!
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Cidhan's eyes scan the poster, each word resonating with a longing he has carried for too long. His fingers trace the elegant script, feeling the weight of the history and the promise it holds. He stands still for a moment, considering the implications. The responsibility, the opportunity, the sense of belonging he's longed for. "I will answer their call. let's see if they're worth it" he murmurs to himself. -
FULL NAME: Cidhan´Ra AGE: 25 PRIOR EXPERIENCE: (if any): Military METHOD OF CONTACT: (Discord name/Mcname) : jose_ar00 / MIO__CID
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” "Oh, I just...," the traveler stammers, tensing up. For some strange reason, he feel compelled to keep talking. "I'm just looking for a home," he say quietly, "I'm tired of not feeling like I belong somewhere, so I'm in search of that." The witch keeps looking at the traveler, and he realize he is not saying anything she doesn't already know. "But I think you already know that. You should also know that in my family, I was never comfortable. I always knew I was expendable to them. That's why I left them at such a young age. From then on, I have only wandered the world looking for what I long for." Suddenly, the traveler realizes that the place where they were is empty, and suddenly he hears a whisper in his ear, "Keep looking for it, you are so close." .
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MC Name: MIO__CID Discord: MIØ CIĐ#7163 RP INFO: Character’s name: Myth Cid Character’s race: Eastern Farfolk Any particular skills: good at hunting Affiliations and Allegiances: None at the moment
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” A sepulchral silence filled the room. The old woman looks at me. "I would rather not talk about it," I said. The old woman looked at me immobile and I understood that she needed an answer. "I just want to show what I am worth, throughout my life, I have not had the opportunity to prove it, I just want to show the people who left me aside, I want them to realize the mistake they made" I said already in a brusque and aggressive tone. "Go away" I left the store and as if it was a dream, I came out of the trance and when I wanted to go back I was already too far away.
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You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) "Oh, if you knew who I am, you should know my story..." A deathly silence filled the room. The old woman looks at you and without knowing why you begin to speak as if the words came out of your mouth by themselves. "My father... I want to be like him, I want to be a warrior, I heard that it was here where he started, and I just... I just want to follow in his footsteps after his departure" The old woman looked at me, she didn't outline any words, however I could understand what she wanted, she wanted me to continue. "I... I... I lost him recently, I come from a suburban area, it was just me and my father, he told me he was a warrior and used to tell me about his adventures. He passed away recently. The only thing I want is that him to feel proud of me. He has never seen me achieve anything in this life. I hope he can see me from wherever he is as I achieve achievements for my name and my family, in their memory, that is why I have come." I sketched. The old woman smiled, a creepy smile to be honest. However, I understood. "Go" I left the store and as if it were a dream, I came out of the trance and when I wanted to go back I was already too far away.
