OOC Minecraft Username: SailorBTY Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes  Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Google(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: No (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hello, my name is Sailor, and I'm joining with one of my good friends candy : ) while I don't skin too often nowadays, I do take commissions from time to time! Here are some of my more recent creations, with one of the green ones being a WIP that's being prepared for auction soon elsewhere : ) (The white-haired skin's outfit was not made by me!! Only the head!) Any way I look forward to hopefully playing with yall !  — 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 mist... it has guided me, as it always does." Diane's voice was low, barely a whisper, yet it carried a weight that seemed to hang in the air. Her pale blue eyes, the color of distant fog, traced the rolling landscape of the Reach with an unsettling emptiness, as though the land itself had become an extension of her thoughts. “The isles have spoken to me,” she continued, her gaze distant, as if the words themselves had been pulled from some deep, forgotten place. “It is a path I must walk, no matter the cost. The sea’s call is constant, and I find myself tethered to it.” She turned her attention northward; her expression shrouded in mystery. “I have journeyed from those very shores, drawn like the mist itself to this land...” There was no excitement in her voice-no essence... Instead, her words felt like a confession of something already decided, already known. “I am a Nua Sidhe of the Mistan culture... As I'm sure you already surmised... Our songs have always led us to follow the mist at the siren's behest. It is our tradition, our duty...” Her eyes glinted for a brief moment, though it was unclear whether it was the setting sun or something deeper. “I seek only the answers that my fallen elders foretold, the tales that I alone must uncover.” She paused, her lips barely moving as she spoke again, as though the winds themselves carried the weight of her destiny. “The north I hail from is unrelenting as some may warn, indeed, but the isles near the Ashlands have always served as my guide. Yet, I find my heart drifting southward... In service of my destined fate...” Her voice softened, and though she spoke plainly, there was a strange finality in her words. "In this life, I am but a fleeting moment... a mere whisper compared to others as a Nua Sidhe... My time, all but menial... But I will fulfill the role bestowed upon me. I will serve the Sirens testament. That is all I know..." - "Anyway... I must bid you farewell." Character Name: Diane de Mare  Character Race: Human (Nua Sidhe) Character Age: 19 Brief Physical Description: A girl of idyllic beauty, her delicate features framed by pale, mist-like blue eyes that seem to hold the secrets of distant seas. Her long, sun-kissed blonde hair cascades past her hips in waves, its golden strands catching the light with every movement should one pay attention. While standing at a graceful height of 5'6", she embodies both wisdom and softness. Often, pearls are woven into her hair, a nod to her heritage and the culture of the sea, serving as a tribute to the very tides that have shaped her existence among the northern isles.