OOC
Minecraft Username: Myztixx_
Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I'm 22.
Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes.
(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A friend on discord.
(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: MerryLights
(Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins):
Arlenia my beloved 
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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?)
A smile twitched at the corners of the taller northwoman’s lips, her wide frame dwarfing the other two passengers in the wagon. She inclined a little toward the kindly older woman as she spoke in a deep but gentle voice.
"Aye."
She nodded, gaze drifting over the rolling plains ahead. Traveling alone.. it made her miss her Stonerunner brethren. Whether she missed the drinks or the warmth of her chosen family she had yet to decide on.
"It's my first time."
She said, a trace of nervousness hardly perceptible under a face of means. With the creaking of the wagon's wheels and the steady rhythm of the animals' hooves, Arlenia's thoughts turned toward her home far to the north. She wondered why she had gotten on this carriage and why the South had sounded so good to her. That.. voice. It had began months ago, after she had awoken from a weeks sleep.. participating in AND winning the tribes brawl they had hosted took more out of her than she had cared to admit. She can still hear it calling her. A callused palm would slide up to brush her dry lips. What else could it be other than the stars sharing their plans for her own destiny, when the dreams began she was afraid at first that her brethren wouldn't have understood. Though, to her surprise, they were more than encouraging. The tribe took it for what she also thought it was. A sign.
“Whatever you are.. soon I will reach you.”
The air was growing decidedly southern in temperature by now, and the way the wagon swayed with the movement of the horses started to fill her with comfort as the days of travel rolled on. As she was trying to fit in the wagon, her long limbs have to duck and dodge the branches. She had more than her share. She grew familiar to the sound of the wheels and the chatter of her companions. But a twinge of homesickness lingered, tugging at her heart, the vastness of the South a stark contrast to the rugged northlands she had left behind.
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Character Name: Arlenia Eldwen
Character Race: Greatling
Character Age: She looks to be in her late 20's outwardly. (Unsure what 'looking twenty-seven' would be in greatlings years. 50 something?)
Brief Physical Description:
A greatling woman standing at a perfect eight foot. Her build is athletic, shoulders wide. Her expression is serious, almost authoritative, with a slight smirk. The greatlings eyes are a striking golden yellow, and her long hair is a vibrant reddish-orange at the ends, her roots however are black indicating she dyes her hair. The style of her hair itself is swept to the left, the right side of her head shaved short. She wears a dark-colored jacket, with a large, furry, off-white/grey-toned furred cloak.
