OOC Minecraft Username: SunPie / NovaCrepe Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes (25) Have you read the rules? (Link): Oui(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Through a friend, but I'm not sure they play on the server. — 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 hooded woman lifted her head in a slight start, a flicker of surprise playing across her delicate features when she realized she had been addressed. It wasn’t often that her subtle signs of anxiety were noticed—let alone called out—by others. Her fingers paused mid-fidget, and for a moment, she simply stared, gathering the frayed threads of composure that had momentarily unraveled. With a soft, apologetic breath, she lowered the hood from her head, revealing gently pointed ears and an unruly cascade of deep brunette hair, coupled with hints and swirls of green hues. A small smile found its way to her lips, warm yet tinged with wariness. Her eyes caught what little light there was within the caravan—twin orbs of brilliant emerald green, almost unnaturally bright, and lacking the familiar darkness of a pupil. They shimmered faintly, a telltale sign of her fey-touched nature. Beneath her cloak, around her neck, was the bark of a tree, scaling and accenting her skin. Tilting her head thoughtfully, she hummed before speaking, her voice gentle, melodic—sweet like honey steeped in herbs. "I came here to aid others, keep an eye on everyone. A traveling doctor is a busy doctor, after all." She shifted slightly, pulling her cloak tighter as she continued. "Fallstone's caravans are often plagued with misfortune. I figured I would tag along—to mend what mischief breaks." Her tone lightened, easing into casual conversation. "The music helps though. I try to keep a few Crowns in circulation for the performers." She gave a small chuckle, fingers toying with the pouch in her lap. Coins jingled softly—a sound she kept close, and guarded. — Character Name: Vitae Fysi Character Race: Fey-Touched  Character Age: 25 Brief Physical Description: Vitae is a woodland variant of the Fey Touched. She stands at a staggering 4'8 with a pear shaped body. Her hair is a large mane of curls and coils, certain sections braided together in decoration. The ends of the hair is toned greener than the roots. Her skin is a deep olive tone, with patches of moss and bark covering her shoulders, arms and neck. Her eyes are an emerald green, and in fey-touched fashion, they lack a pupil.