Diana Annehorn, a woman who grew up near a village by The Holy Orenian Empire. Rivers flowed near her village, humans blossoming in wealth and riches. Nothing was to be wrong with the village, it was quite the graceful area. Growing up, Diana was a fairly normal child, she had supportive parents, kind friends, went to school. Though, it all took a turn at the age of twelve. The village slowly began to ease Diana into rituals, concerning the sacrifices of Elves. Her village was scared of Elves, so they'd use their body for rituals to a "god." They'd then, burn their ears in the middle of a blood circle. Diana never understood, but the Village kept trying to get her to accept their practices. Eventually, they picked on the wrong elf, which ripped the village to shreds.. Literally. He kidnapped Diana, which even furthered her fear of elves. Luckily enough, she escaped. She decided to explore the world, and figure out history, as she had no where to turn, and nothing else to do.
Diana's fingers trailed along the wood railing of the dock, making her way towards the plaza, a plentiful area, filled with all sorts of people searching for items, crafts, about anything the Market could offer you. Her eyes trailed around, darting from stall to stall, inspecting the very well-being of the atmosphere around her. Suddenly, she saw [INSERT NAME] jump in front of her. A short gasp released from her lips, before she bowed, leaving a smile to follow. "Thank you!" She followed up to his question. "What brings me here...? Hm, Adventure. I'm simply exploring this city, it's very lovely, isn't it?" Diana inquired, looking at the man.
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