OOC Minecraft Username: arlooga Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes! Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes!(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: One of my pals(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Faded2Fadbear (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi!! My name is Arlo, I love making ocs and I like drawing and writing about them. I also enjoy making skins sometimes. — In-Character Read the following prompt: The sound of clinking glasses and idle chatter welcome you in as you find yourself stepping into The Full Cask. An older man with a full mustache and warm smile beckons you over to the bar he's tending. His gazes washes over you, a glint of some knowing look shining in his eyes. As you sit, his voice rumbles out: "Hello there stranger! What can I get for you?"  After you order, he continues to make small talk. "You must be a newcomer. I'm Maarten, glad to meet you." He says with a certain kindness in his tone.  "Tell me, what brings you to the Spire?"   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?) “Hm? Oh, are–are you talking to me?!” Synnøve perks up almost immediately, wide emerald eyes brightening as she sits up straight, pulling her glass closer as if Maarten would be talking to anyone else. “I’m from a little mining town just on the other side of The Wall! I’ve actually never really left it, but there’s a first time for everything, right?” Synnøve sets her glass down, brushing off imaginary dust on her skirt, shifting restlessly in her seat, fingers tapping eagerly on the bar in a rhythm that is certainly aggravating any nearby guests. “Just…wanted to see the world, meet new people, make new friends!” “Oh, you’re…from the Duchy of Rulan?” The man glances down at the feathers coating Synnøve’s wrists, seeming to have trouble believing she would be from around there. “Uh huh!” Synnøve leans heavily onto her hands, nearly standing out of her seat from the motion. “Was just me and my pa! He worked on the Wall, sometimes he’d take odd jobs around the town since…well, since they hardly keep up the Wall anymore, but he always came home to tell me stories and such!” “A warrior type, then. Did you hear of this place from your father?” “Mm…kind of,” Synnøve’s head cocks so far to the side that it has to be painful. “I think he’s from one of the tribes in the Eastern mountains. Or, he was, before he came to Rulan.” “...I’m sorry, tribes? Your father is a Greatling?” The man’s eyes sweep over the short Fey-Touched. “But you’re so…” “He found me in a basket!” “Right, yeah, of course he did…” Synnøve’s fingers stop their tapping, instead coming up to trace the top of the water glass, eyes fixed on some distant part of the wall, lips tilted up in a smile. “For the Snowmelt of every Vernus, he’d make a big meal and take me outside to tell me stories around a campfire, teaching me about all the constellations!” “Born under the Pale Steed, then? Is your father here with you?” “Oh, no,”  Synnøve shakes her head, her smile turning a bit sad. “He passed away a few seasons ago. I just figured he wouldn’t tell me all those stories if he wanted me to stay cooped up in some cabin, you know?” She coughs once, reaching out to down the rest of her water before standing up. “That being said, I should get back out there! Night is still young, and all that! Thanks for the water, and the chat!”  She pushes up off her stool, tossing down a few crowns onto the bar. It’s probably more than she owes for a glass of water, and she stumbles slightly on the way out. — Character Name: Synnøve Arkynsdottir Character Race: Fey-Touched (mountainous) Character Age: ~20  Brief Physical Description: A blonde, freckle-faced girl with bright green eyes standing at around 5’2. She is rather frail, with a body coated in pale golden feathers resembling that of a canary’s. Her hair is kept short via regular trims (done by herself, so her hair is a bit messy). Image of Skin and Figura Model: