Greedings dear Bliinx,To respond to your question, I would personally prefer for Elarion to have a dyed red hair. I'd use a henne and madder to have a bright and flaming red, as in my original skin. If necessary in game i'll use the beetroot as a substitute. I have no problem to add the fact that their hair are dyed, nor to include it into the role itself while playing. For the Treatise, I'm glad to hear that my idea can be included in my character's personal lore. Their lineage is not noble, nor is the Treatise made public, as it's filled with secrets and lessons meant for the family only, unless a member decides otherwise, which it happened only once, in my personal lore, to someone long time dead. That said, I'll resend the whole sheet if necessary with the said changes.In the meantime, i wish to thank you for your kindness in explaining me where to correct my imprecisions.'Till next time,-Eris

About the Treatise of the Dawnweavers, it was an original Lore about the family.  A small circle of their ancestors wrote it: early negotiators, scouts, and intermediaries who operated between isolated cultures. They called themselves the Dawnweavers because they believed true power lay in shaping the “first light” of understanding—the moment before someone realizes what they think. The Treatise collected what they learned about: subtle influence, psychology through kindness, negotiation disguised as empathy, leading someone to a conclusion they believe they reached themselves, the power of silence, the danger of clinging too tightly to the past. It was a field manual for survival to make outsiders lower their guard, to turn potential enemies into allies, or to walk away from a negotiation with more than you were offered.I am sorry if it wasn't clear. I thought that I could explain that though the game but I realise it was probably better to do it here or remove it, as I did.

Greetings,thank you for your response, I am sorry for my late one. I was hoping to ask you if there's any possibility that my character dyed her hair. The skin resembles my appearance but i didn't want to change their origins. Otherwise I have prepared a version where their hair are pale gold.  OOC  Minecraft Username: Eris_of_Chaos  Are you at least 18 years old?: yes, 21 years old  Have you read the rules?: Yes  (Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: I was looking for fantasy servers to play in and got intrigued  —  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?)   “Nervous?” I let out a quiet breath that could be a laugh.“A little. But trust me — I’ve walked away from things far more unsettling than a wagon full of dreamers.” The woman’s kindness isn’t unwelcome, just… unfamiliar. I straighten slightly, letting the rhythm of the wheels steady my thoughts. “I was born in the Mist Isles, not among the Serene Monarchy’s courtiers, but under their rule all the same. Life there is calm to the point of suffocation. The Monarchy values stillness — order — the kind that keeps everyone polite, predictable, and harmless. My parents thrived in that environment. They kept a respectable shop near one of the trade routes toward the Pearl Coast, selling the same quiet necessities day after day. They found comfort in that sameness.” My mouth curves faintly. “I never did.” I shift my gaze to the passing plains.“You know, in the Isles, people speak of the Aedall the way children speak of storms — fascinated, but from a distance. My family used to claim—rarely, and always in half-whispers—that our lineage traced back to folk who once lived near Aedall lands, long before the Isles were home. Whether that’s true or not, who can say? The Aedall shut themselves away so tightly no one ever really knew them. They chased their past like it was oxygen, obsessed with reclaiming what was lost… and then they vanished. No warnings. No graves. Just absence. And their disappearance left the Southern Reach empty for decades.” I glance back at her, voice quieter. “That kind of mystery changes a child. It changed me. Not because I think I’m special — but because it proved something. Entire peoples can vanish, and the world won’t even pause. Legacy isn’t given. It’s made. And if you don’t shape your own story, someone else will write you out of it entirely.” My smile sharpens, but not unkindly. “The Mist Isles wanted me to accept a life small enough to fit inside tradition. I’d rather die than shrink that much. The Reach is new, uncertain, unclaimed. That means opportunity. Influence. Room to build something that actually lasts. And if, along the way, I collect a few… lasting obligations from those who seek my help, well — every ambition leaves its mark on someone.” A small shrug. “And if the path to all that requires courtesy, humility, and playing the part of the well-mannered merchant?”I let my eyes gleam.“Then I'll smile as sweetly as they want. Nothing hides intent better.” —  Character Name: Elarion Vanyr  Character Race: Arsa Sidhe  Character Age: 25   Brief Physical Description:  Tall (210 cm), lithe, and poised, Elarion moves with the fluid grace typical of the Arsa-Sidhe. Their hair is now a pale gold, braided loosely for travel, and their golden eyes watch everything with quiet calculation. Their clothing is practical but neatly kept — not fancy, yet curated, hinting at someone who understands the power of presentation. Their voice is calm, persuasive, and measured; they speak like someone used to getting what they want without raising it. Image of Skin and Figura Model: 

Greetings, Sorry for disturbing, but I was hoping to know the state of my request. Thanks for your attentionSincerely,Eris