OOC
Minecraft Username: MightyMott
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A friend introduced me to it :))
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Rianneverfield
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Not at the moment.
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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?)
— Willow fidgeted with her overgrown hair, what was so neatly kept had begun to lose her loving touch, and she stared coldly toward stared coldly toward the woman probably longer than the usual person would. A sigh escapes her before going on. "A safehaven.. I hope." She pinched the bridge of her nose, and her ear began twitching ever so slightly. "Seems to be a little bit of everything here." She adjusted her position in the seat. She nearly turned her knees away from the old woman, and seemed unsure of her. Almost paranoid? The portents were always a fear in the back of her mind as she met strangers. Willow stared off into the distance watching the plains as they rode through them, already she began to feel homesick for the wetlands, and rivers she knew all too well. "What do you know of the Mist Isles, and Siren Serene?" Her gaze remained toward the plains, but a curiosity perked up in her. Willow was tied to the Mist Isles by her father, whom she has only heard stories of from her mother and uncle. She dreamt of the day she would finally meet him. Though it was unlikely for her to meet him, the hope lingered like a small candle lit in her mind. Looking down toward her right arm she pulled up the sleeve to see the much faded scar from the damn Waterjacks. She knew better than to wander into the water on her own, but alas an adventurous soul will do as she pleases.
Character Name: Willow
Character Race: Half Fey-touched, Half Arsa Sidhe
Character Age: 27
Brief Physical Description: Pale with dark near black hair with white streaks in it. Standing at about 5'6", and constantly wearing blue dresses, occasionally armor passed down from her family.
