OOC
Minecraft Username: Groggles
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yuppp 
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yep
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Heard about it from a friend who was perusing servers and it looked interesting.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username:
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Yo I'm Groggles. I fw computers and modding Skyrim 
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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?)
Nearly lulled by the temptation of sleep, Gametris lets out a quiet groan in response and he stretches his arms out- or at least as much as he could given the confines of the tight space. He'd readjust his posture, scooting back up in his seat and settling his eyes on the elder. An awkward moment of silence is shared, a lack of immediate recognition is given to her words as he tried to pull his composure together.
"Oh, yes- I'm..." A moment is taken to parse the woman's words. The Reach... right, that's where he was headed. He'd rub his eyes and reach over his head to give his hood a slight tug, fixing it to properly cling to the back of his head. "...I'm here for the Reach," Well obviously. He'd stutter over his words to try and take a step back and clarify his vague answer.
"I'm a Falstoner. I- well sorry, I haven't given the reason much thought. You see, my parents they're- well, they were adventurers. But I grew up in Fallstone. I wasn't interested in farming or brewing things, and with my parents part of the Feyguard... you know? Pieces sort of just fall into place, and something about the Southern Reach just called out to me. A frontier full of the unknown? Count me in," Gametris sticks out two gloved fingers and loops them around in a motion in front of him. Whether or not that made sense, it made sense to him and seemed to be all that mattered. He himself hadn't participated in the Feyguard, yet the allure of adventure lured him from the comforts of his home and out to the Spire.
"My Mother is a Falstoner too. Her parents also volunteered in the Feyguard, so it's a family tradition, not one I followed though. Adventuring is my Father's thing. I heard one of the places he was in was the Mist Isles, at least for a time before he found himself in Fallstone and met my Mother. You know, if you haven't been, he says the Mist Isles are cursed." The man waggles his fingers to add effect to his claim. "At least, that's what he says. Mother says he made that up and the place was just a bit unnerving for him." Grinning from ear to ear as he eagerly went on about his background, this was the first time he'd explained anything about himself to anyone.
Without much else to spiel about his ramblings come to an end. When there would be no other words exchanged with him the tempt of sleep would tug again at his core before giving in and sending him off to slumber.
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Character Name: Gametris Cloakson
Character Race: 50/50 Arsa Sidhe & Human
Character Age: 19
Brief Physical Description: Gametris is a novice adventurer that stands at around 5'8" with a naturally brawny build- bulky, but neither stout nor overly muscular. His golden-brown skin is youthful and scattered with a mess of freckles strewn across his visage, complimented by a set of round amethyst eyes. Though, his unkempt, curly white hair tends to veil his visible features. Gametris prefers practical clothing suited for travel, often seen in a worn-out blue gambeson and a pointed green hood from his youth.
