OOC Minecraft Username: Spirova5200 Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes, I'm 24 Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: A friend(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: UndertaleFTW1 (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hii, I'm Spira, I do art and writing a lot :3 Here's a sketch of a silly lady of mine-- — 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?) "Eh...per'aps it's a little morbid, but I'm honoring my dyin' folks wish coming out here. You know how Bastion folk are, honorbound to the ones we love, even...if we don't get each other sometimes." Maudmir tousled an errant lock of hair back behind her ear, letting the odd cool air brush past her neck. Unfamiliarity like this was still a new thing to grasp, and even things like the simple texture of the seat below, the lack of ease squeezing into places not made for her size, the heatless temperate air of the Southern Reach, it was all parts exhilarating and a little tense. She was quite out of her element so to say...literally so. "Its hardly a guess to say this a bit of uncharted territory for me, an' the trip here even more so-- but if it's in their will to have me explore the greater world, to finish the work they started...then it is my duty to oblige, lest I dishonor even the Fire Dragon itself!" Perhaps, after all, their will was a test of her resolve, a means to make amends with her pathetic guilt-ridden self and find solace in that choice her folks made to guide themselves home upon that Eastern path. That was a stride she'd find herself someday to meet them someday, so she hoped... The train of thought begets another moment to ponder about her parent's motivations in their final decree to her, the ones who could see her good grace even when those less charitable scrutinized her for her indecisions. And thus, she wondered...if it was by their will, could she finally find which of the Spirit's oaths spoke to her out here? Was that her purpose now...or was that just wishful thinking? Finding herself quiet too long, the Greatling stirred herself from the trance of her thoughts, bearing a smile now as though to brush aside the loathsome mood brought upon this carriage. "Well I s'pose there's more I could say, but that sort'a opening up's for folk who at least get me a drink or two first." A chuckle escaped her now, one clearly laden with a more amusing regret. "Don't suppose you could spare the crowns, mm? Per'aps I was a bit foolish to fall for the whims of those winesellin' midland folk, ahaha..." Usage of AI to generate, modify or translate the writing on your application will result in denial of your whitelist. There will be no chance to re-apply afterwards. — Character Name: Maudmir Dorchar Character Race: Greatling (Fireborne) Character Age: 21 Brief Physical Description: A tall and broad figure standing at 8'3", Maudmir has one bright golden eye, the other non-functional one masked under bangs. Sleek horns and pointed ears poke out from long dark hair cascading down her back. Her attire is nothing to gawk over, the combination of apron over her blouse and pants meant to elicit a more down-to-earth vibe in the foreign lands. Image of Skin and Figura Model: