OOC   Minecraft Username: clarifiedToucan (soon to be changed to oceanographyfish)   Are you at least 18 years old?: Yep.   Have you read the rules? (Link): Yeah.   (Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Other folks.   (Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: Schnomm, rapture.   (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): Hi, longtime roleplayer here. Mostly just snooping around to see other systems and play around with other pieces of lore. Ive no idea if I am going to be particularly invested here, but I enjoy doing some drawing and warhammer miniature painting.    —   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?)   Jackie's nose crinkled slightly at the query, eyes shifting up from the lucky coin she had been rolling between her digits. She had clung to it for the better parts of the last three years, hoping to stem the tide of inexorable absurdities that plagued the Valkian Human's life so often. "I don't think it proper to ask any stranger how they are feeling out of the blue, Miss. Folks could be going through anything - Hell, this could be my fiftieth time and I've just been having a rough go at it." The rebuke softened somewhat as she realized she was just outright mouthing off to an elder, and she exhaled - Leaning back into the seat. ".. Sorry. Been having exactly that - But it is the first time. Left home after my business went kaput. Just kept having.. Strange things happen to me. Not of my own accord, you know - But my shipments always seemed to arrive four days late. Pipes would spring leaks - I have just been unfathomably unlucky One time, a shipment of food from the Fallstone that was due for me did arrive on time. They discovered an entirely new and undiscovered mold on it - Turned it back."   She would rant and ramble for some time, laying her frustrations out for the older woman -- but through it all, it just seemed.. Absurd. Jackie was no temptress of fate, nor cursed fey-touched. Just.. Plain. Unadorned. Painfully, painfully average. A middle daughter raised amongst a modest trading family reselling average quality goods to the soldiers along the wall. It ended as the ride concluded - The woman hopping off the wagon with a sharp exhale and a clatter of tools and armor. ".. Suppose I might change my fortunes, here. Good luck, Miss."             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: Jackie Johnson   Character Race: Human   Character Age: 23    Brief Physical Description: Jackie Johnson is a black haired human, standing at 5'8. She is sturdy from near a decade of hauling about goods and carts, and bears some beaten and worn down armor.   Image of Skin and Figura Model: Hi, I'll be plain here in that I have no intent to put this skin onto a figura model. Here is a screenshot of it from namemc.