OOC Minecraft Username: CtrlAltDe1icious Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Referred by a friend!(Max. 1) Were you referred to by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Eviscero (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): — 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?)   Thalindra paused at the woman’s question, her gaze drifting over the stretch of peaceful grassland outside the wagon. The Southern Reach looked calm, almost welcoming, but it didn’t ease the tight knot in her chest. “I guess… because there wasn’t much left for me back home.” Thalindra admitted after a moment, her voice carrying that mix of honesty and hesitation you give a stranger you’ll probably never see again. “I wanted a fresh start.. A place to call my own.” She rested a hand on the pack by her feet, fingers tracing the hilt of the sword strapped to its side. “This came from over my family’s mantle in Ko’ram. It’s tradition there, passing the blade down to the next head of the family. Not always sharp, not always even meant to fight with—just something to show the family’s story keeps moving forward. My father gave me this when I left. Said if I was going to start a new branch, it deserved its own blade.” She gave a small laugh that didn’t quite mask the nerves behind it. “Didn’t realize until that moment just how far away I was about to be.” Thalindra had yearned for the opportunity to gain some independence.. But now that she was staring that independence in the face she had to question whether or not she had made the right choice. She was alone here with no one to lean on. Surely she could handle life on her own? 24 was perhaps a little too young to run off on her own.. But she just couldn’t wait any longer. Her eyes flicked toward the horizon before returning to the woman. Perhaps she would be able to offer her reassurance.. Even if it was conscious. “This place… the Southern Reach is supposed to be rich and wild, isn’t it? Even the swamps people complain about are what’s kept it so untouched. Seems like a place where you could start over, if you’re willing to do the work.”  She watched the woman carefully for any sense of confirmation. Was her information correct? Would she be fine here? Perhaps it was a bit too obvious how much she craved the reassurance, but Thalindra was too caught up in her nerves to realize how her true emotions were being so blatantly portrayed. “Guess that’s what I’m here for.. To do the work and continue my family’s story.” — Character Name: Thalindra Vaelith Character Race: Arsa Sidhe Character Age: 24 Brief Physical Description: Standing at 6’3”, Thalindra has a thin, elegant frame. Her build stands somewhere between grace and strength. Her lilac eyes stand out against her warm rosy-toned skin. Thalindra’s warm-toned silver hair runs in a long braid down her back. A pack filled with her most treasured belongings can always be found on her person. While traveling, a sword representing her family was strapped neatly to the side of it.