OOC Minecraft Username: ResidentFounder Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, (19)  Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Minecraft Planet (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: No — The rhythmic lull of hoofbeats is a marching drum to the small group of pioneers and a 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 seated near you is smiling warmly, her eyes crinkling. “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?” I sigh, grazing my hand on the sheath of my blade attached to my belt. "To Serve. I'm a knight in search of something to dedicate my life to. A sense of purpose, something worth fighting for." I look away, seeming lost in thought, sitting with my heavy military armor plates, leather, and chainmail. "Women, especially human females, are considered weak, looked down upon due to the lack of not only power, but a strength in race. I'm not special, but I want to make my actions special, worth something. I will prove my dedication day in and day out. Protecting someone or something, I will make it my dying wish to ensure they don't have a scratch on them." I grip my sword, grimacing at a memory, "I can't make the same mistake.” Deep down, a whirlwind of my misjudgements, past mistakes, and above all, losing the one I failed to protect. I was young, naive, now, my black hair has become one with gray, my scars more evident than my emotions, the only thing now that I swear to put my life on is protecting the ones that need my protection. The years I spent in self-exile, I trained my human body, reaching past the limits of my human body again and again. The endless hours of cutting down trees, hunting, training my body till my past self was nothing more than a distant memory, I’m no longer weak, the armor no longer burdens my human body. The armor used to be too big; now, as I've grown, it constricts on my arms, and I’ve become stronger to prove my worth to whoever doubted me. I, Evelyn Castwell, am not the same knight as I was before. I’ve grown old, but I’m in my prime. I will never forget what I’ve done, but I will never stop helping those in need. That is my purpose: to protect and serve. Father, you raised me alone. You were a knight yourself. You protected not only a town with no name, but you also protected me. You taught me to always stand up, even if my body screamed for rest. You made me push my limits, sometimes too far. The head knight denied me at first, as I was too young to be a knight at the ripe age of 16, but you insisted. Deep down, I know you meant well, Father, but at what cost? The cost of another life? I'm unsure. No matter what your intentions were,e father, I will carry the same very sword you used to protect others, I will carry on your legacy with a more level head than before. I will make you proud, watch and see.  — Character Name: Evelyn Castwell  Character Race: Human Character Age: 35 (Was a Knight since she was 16)  Brief Physical Description: Long, Slick, and rough Black hair that had some grey, it is braided and cascades past her shoulders and down her back. 5'5, a physique of a body builder women, her pale skin scattered in scars of battles and history. Heavy iron-plated armor, heavy on most, but she's adjusted to the weight. She has light brown eyes, pale rose skin. She