OOC Minecraft Username: Zeradoreh Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Through my friends! (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Zirgzari (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): — 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?)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.     The fey-touched turned her head to look at the older woman, piercing eyes of solid amber studying her with a burning intensity. Hands darkened with ashen fingertips reached up to adjust the bow stave at her shoulder, unstrung yet still within easy reach of the distrustful Fireborne.  "Nervous? I do not think so. The lands here have been.. dull at best." Her tongue clicked sharply against the roof of her mouth, and she peered around at the rolling hills surrounding them, shades of green below and blue above. "The Wall is the most impressive thing I have seen thus far, and yet even it seems to represent cowardice. The minds here are so soft. None of you have had to choke on embers or fight- truly fight, to keep the ground beneath your feet."  A scoff sounded as the scaled woman turned from the other, ignoring any offense that might have crossed the elder's features. Her accented tone grew harsher as she went on. "The Fire Dragon would wreak havoc upon this place, and yet all I have seen thus far is imbalance and a petty fight for riches that fall onto your laps. There is no honor here. None that I have seen."  Though of course, the world was bigger than her tunneled vision since departing from the Ashlands. To Rowan, the sharp contrast of ash and fire was home, and she had defended it since she could first pull back the string on that bow. Now, all she saw was green and abundance, and a people squabbling over the scraps. In truth, she had not wanted to leave. Her lip curled in distaste, and her gaze trained forward again, towards her destination, and the one she sought.  — Character Name: Rowena Renesvar Character Race: Volcanic Fey-Touched Character Age: 35   Brief Physical Description: Rowan is a slim and lithe figure with sun-darkened skin and ashen blonde hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her eyes are a solid amber with no visible sclera or pupil, and what skin is visible beneath well-crafted leathers are covered with black scales. She stands with an air of confidence, yet despite the smirk that frequents her expression, her tone and mannerisms are stoic and hardened. ---- Image of Skin and Figura Model:(Disclaimer: The skin above is intended to be a void-touched, which is the character I intend to play if accepted, rather than a fey-touched as used in the application!)