Bliinx: Hello! My name is Blinx, and I'll be handling your whitelist application. First and foremost, there seems to be a misunderstanding about the origins of Fey-Touched. They don't originate from a union with or derive parentage from a Fey directly, rather they're a result of a Fey's influence during a pregnancy. Fey-Touched can also born either from two Fey-Touched parents! As a result, Elid's mother would not be a naiad. If you'd like, Elid can still have been run out of the community -- it just wouldn't be for having been half-Fey. If you could revise the written portions to reflect this, we can proceed with the review process. Additionally, Fey-Touched eyes are a solid colour. Amber is fine, but there would be no visible pupil or iris, just one colour the entire way through. I'd ask the skin be modified to reflect that, so I can okay the design. Please leave a reply in this thread once you've made the modifications requested above, so I'll be notified and can get back to you quickly! Thank you for the feedback! I've made some edits to my IC response as well as my skin (new picture attached above). Please let me know if there's anything else that needs changing :)

OOC Minecraft Username: MartyO248 Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: From a friend on the server!(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Cantripping (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello! I've been RPing in various video games and D&D for around ten years now, mostly ARK and DayZ until recent years, where I've been absolutely addicted to RedM (Red Dead Redemption 2), but of late I have been yearning to RP in a fantasy setting (my favorite) instead of a sci-fi or historical one. I tend to play "civilian" type characters and enjoy slower paced, slice of life RP where the stakes may not necessarily be too high. Most of the games I've RPed in extensively include in-game voice chat, so joining a text RP server is a new venture for me that I am very excited for! I'm looking forward to translating the RP skills I have into wordsmithing instead of "acting" using my voice for a fresh experience in my favorite video game ever! — 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?) The young man’s amber gaze shifts upward from his lap to look toward the older woman sitting across from him, a shy, sheepish smile just barely peeking over the large scarf wound around his neck. “I, well…” He hesitates for a moment before a small, already-exasperated chuckle escapes his lips. “I don’t want to turn the mood dour by recanting the tragedies I’ve been through lately, so I’ll try to keep it brief for you, ma’am.” He shifts on the stiff, wooden bench beneath him, straightening up slightly and pulling the cloth away from his face to speak more clearly for the elder, inadvertently showing off the large patch of blue-green scales around his left eye, like a piscine piebaldism across his visage, that had been obscured by shadow and fabric until now. “I’m from a fairly small commune in Sudvalkia, one of the ones run by a merchant’s guild who used to use the waterways around us to transport their goods. There were some smaller creeks and rivers that weren’t big enough for their boats, and some of the villagers claimed to have seen some strange things there, so they usually steered clear. But my pa wasn’t superstitious, so he built a home for him and my ma near one for a prime, uncontested fishing spot, since that was his trade.” His vision shifts away from the woman to nowhere in particular, anxiety beginning to burn in his belly as he continues his story. “But after I was born, he started to think that maybe the stories people told had some truth to them.” Beckoning to the scales dappled across his skin. “My ma claimed she had really bizarre dreams while she was pregnant, of a woman who lived in the water of the creek, with scales like these covering her body. She wouldn’t speak, but in those dreams, she would touch my ma’s stomach. Ma said the woman almost looked protective of me. And then I was born like this.” “Anyway, the village folk didn’t like it. After ma passed away when I was young, they saw me as some kind of walking ill-omen they were made to tolerate by my father, who was respected by most folks. I never really had friends, couldn’t find work, even with the guild. They said they would hire me, but didn’t want to ‘scare any customers’ with my reputation.” Another little scoff of a laugh under his breath. “They thought I was cursed, that I’d eventually curse them too, and…” Readjusting that scarf once again, beginning to cover his features once more. Eyes lowering back towards his lap as his hands curl into balls and grip the fabric of his tunic. “...This past Vernus, something bad happened in town. They decided to blame me, it was their last straw. A mob tried to, I dunno, maybe kill me? And my dad stepped in. One of the men, he, well…” He swallows hard, blinking a few times before looking back up at the woman with a weary, apologetic smile. “Anyway, I’ve been alone for a while now. A few months, I think. I sort of wandered in a general southerly direction for a couple weeks before I ran into a caravan of people like me. Outcasts, wanderers, ‘cursed’ folk. They were heading south as well, back towards their homeland in the steppes, and offered me a place among them. But I couldn’t get used to such a nomadic life, always moving. So, they found me a place here in this wagon. They told me if there was anywhere for someone like me to find a new beginning, it was the Spire. So, here I am.” “Oh! I forgot to introduce myself, I’m sorry ma’am. I’m Elid. You’ve heard my story, but I’d love to know why you’re traveling to the Reach, too!” — Character Name: Elid Foriana Character Race: Fey-Touched (born from a human father and naiad mother) Character Age: 21 years old  Brief Physical Description: A boy of middling height for a fey-touched, reaching about four-and-a-half feet on a good day. He has long, brown, somewhat wavy hair that he keeps neatly tied in a tight knot behind his head or tucked into his scarf, and his skin is a slightly-tanned complexion broken up by splotches of blue-green piscine scales that glimmer in the sunlight. The largest patch encompasses a significant area on the left side of his face. His frame is thin and wiry, and he is often wearing several layers of clothing, colored with warm, earthy tones. His eyes are a piercing, vivid amber, which contrasts the soft, timid demeanor he tends to carry. His most prominent article of clothing is a large, green scarf wrapped around his neck that covers up to his nose, which he will pull down to eat or have conversation, but almost never fully removes. Image of Skin and Figura Model: I have a basic skin for now that I have scaled using Figura, but hope to find someone in the community to assist with working on a more in-depth Figura model to accentuate his clothing, equipment, etc. in the near future!