OOCMinecraft Username: BlazeForager Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes (Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: From a few friends (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: ZapBlic  (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): — In-CharacterRead 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?) "Yeah… first time around here, I suppose. Though it’s not like I’m new to the road."He runs a hand over his face, leaving a smear of dust across his cheek."I’ve been drifting through Rulan and the Midlands since I was old enough to hold a shovel. Odd jobs, bad inns, long nights. Never stayed anywhere long enough for people to remember my name." He stops a moment, eyes distant."My family’s from Iria. Or… whatever’s left of them now." He shifts his weight, shoulders tightening."I’m a half-race, you know. Biggest disappointment either side ever had to look at. Humans keep their distance, Elves pretend I don’t exist. My father put a curse on me the day I was born, his punishment for having me with another woman."A small breath escapes him, softer than a laugh."And my mother… my real mother wasn’t even the woman who raised me. The woman who did? She knew I wasn’t hers, but she still held me, still watched over me when the curse tore through my bones at night. She loved me like I was her own. Somehow." His jaw shifts, like he’s chewing on old memories."My father… he was good at breaking people. Especially her. Every time she tried to stand back up, he’d knock her spirit down again. I grew up right in the middle of that mess, picking up pieces that never quite fit together." He crosses his arms, voice low."I had a brother. Averis. Just a baby when I left. My mother held him like he was the last warm thing she had. And I still walked away. Told myself I’d find work, make things better, send coin back. But I was really just running from the look in her eyes… the one that asked me not to go." His gaze lifts to the old woman, worn but steady."You ever wrong your family so badly that no matter how far you travel, it follows you? Sits with you at every fire, in every cold morning?" He lets out a slow breath."Doesn’t matter anymore. I’m going to find them. I’m going to fix what I broke. Even if it takes everything I’ve got left."- Character Name: Corvean Lamond Character Race: Half Arsa Sidhe, Half Human Character Age: 41  Brief Physical Description: A rough looking male, with medium-long black hair. His face is bruised, with scars all across his body, it's clear that he knows how to take a few hits. The man is 6'4 and quite thin for his height, almost like he has been underfed his entire life. Image of Skin and Figura Model: