OOC Minecraft Username: ofinnyo Are you at least 18 years old?: Yes Have you read the rules? (Link): Yes(Optional) How did you hear about Avalore?: Friend(Max. 1) Were you referred by someone? If so, please provide their in-game username: CaittheGr8 (Optional) Introduce yourself if you’d like, as well as any creations you want to share (e.g. art, builds, skins): N/A 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?) —  Djura lifted a gnarled, bark-covered hand to pull the dark hood over his face; solid green eyes drifted from the wagon's floor towards the woman. From under the hood, he could not see much and watched her massage the enlarged knuckles of her hands. He examined the thick quilt that lay on her lap, the rich cotton of Rulan origin, evident in its floral design. "A new life," Djura spoke, his voice a wooden shack in a storm, rattling and whistling. "Have you left Rulan for any particular reason?" He wheezed in return, straining his back to lift his head towards the woman directly. Djura's hawkish face was marred with knotted bark and leaves, evidence of his fey-touched life, his long brown hair fell out of the hood and down his shoulders.  On her reply, he hummed. "Mmhh, a sad thing isn't it, the degradation of a people- a kingdom." He pulled down his hood then, wanting to feel the sun on his face. His long brown hair was oft interrupted by the twisting of a branch poking from his scalp, his green-on-green eyes were surrounded by thick bark that sullied his complexion, leaves sprouting from his cheekbones and jaw. "The Valkians imagine themselves immune to such a downfall, as one always does at the height of power. Hard to imagine tumbling from such a sturdy throne."  The wagon pulled to a halt and it shuddered as its driver dismounted, the sound of his boots slapping in the mud. "To our new lives." He looked for the older woman, offering her a gentle smile and an outstretched hand to help her down. Character Name: Djura  Character Race: Feytouched Character Age: 25 Brief Physical Description: Djura stood tall and bony, his body could not be described as lithe or agile, instead his limbs seemed knobbly and twisted like a willow tree. Wholly verdant green eyes protruded from within his long, hawkish face. His features were made more adroit and knotted by the thick bark that marred his face, its swirling grain sprouted leaves from his high cheekbones and jaw. His head was crowned by long chestnut hair that fell to his shoulders, interspersed by winding branches that leaned backwards from his face. Other than a cloak or hood, he often wore little- the bark and branches that covered his body made for ample cover and warmth. Across his back was an immense longbow, the shade of its wood eerily similar to that of Djura's skin.