I was born in the citadel of Acael, my mother raised me alone, my father died before i had been born, and my sister, Aryia, being 40 years older then me, joined the military. So, I grew up with only my mother for guidance, my father a relic of the past, and my sister, a hero to be looked up to. When i was young, I started my battle training but it quickly became apparent that I, unlike most of my people, was not physically suited towards handling anything heavy, the only reason I was able to continue my training was because of my speed which had become my edge over my peers. I grew up in a militant society yet still wasn't able to fight in any way except for my speed, grace, and my fathers knives which my mother had bestowed upon me once I had come of age. Then, one year, my sister came home from campaigning in the north, Aryia, being an excellent warrior quickly found a solution to my problem, she introduced me to the recurve bow, and from there, my skills with this lesser powered yet still lethal bow increased. Now, I have taken it upon myself to journey out into the land like my sister before me and gain knowledge from other races and cultures. I aim to make my mother and sister proud of me and Im determined to do it by becoming famous. So, here I am now, before parting, my mother had given me her favorite emerald, she told me it would keep me safe, but now, Im off to go explore the world.

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