OOC
Minecraft Username: Jake3971
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, 21
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes
(Optional) Were you referred by someone? If so, who: No Referral
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
My custom skin
https://postimg.cc/qtDg1gyY
My name is Jake! I am fairly new to role-play in general, only played on one smaller server that I have been on for around a month. I like to make custom things for my characters (and for others 
) such as skins, music, custom models for weapons/items (if that’s possible on this server), etc.
(Disclaimer: I am not much of a writer/storyteller but I will try my best!)
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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)? (150 words 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.)
Lyren ponders for a moment thinking. “Well… I suppose I just needed a change of scenery,” he says as he gazes out over the hills of reach. “New people to meet, sights to see, and stories to tell- Or… uh sing rather”, reaching back lifting his lute into sight of the older woman.
Lyren puts the lute down sighing, clearly nervous about his journey. “Growing up in the forests of the midlands was too suffocating. Working the lumber mill day after day with no one to talk to except my Ma. But you know, on a rare occasion my father would to take me with him to Mariza to sell our wares,” a smirk grows upon his face. “Pa, would sing stories the whole way there,” Lyren chuckling. “He was a horrible singer, ha ha ha! The best one is when he would mimic the song Serene Sirens! I don’t think a soul would go near the isles if they heard it!”
His smile slowly fades. “That was in the past though. Gotta move on,” Lyren says melancholically.
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Character Name: Lyren Larkwood
Character Race: Half Arsa Sidhe, Half Human
Character Age: 21
Brief Physical Description: Lyren stands at around 6’3 and is lean but decently muscular from his work at the lumber mill. He has straight brown hair, vibrant turquoise eyes and a somewhat pale complexion.
Clothing wise, Lyren wears a leather pauldron on his dominant shoulder. Several straps cross his body carrying a lute on his back, as well as a silver pipe and ocarina hanging from his belt.
