Hazel grew up on a farm in the Newfoundland of Arcas learning about the stories of Atlas and how to tame farm animals. Being that they made life far from civilization they lived off the land and had no encounters with bandits. Due to the new stress of switching from Atlas to Arcas, Hazel was the only child. Living off the land allowed for many new plants to be discovered, leading to a new fascination of drug use in the family. Hazel refused to be sucked into the Hoo-Kah business and while exploring in the woods one day, she came back to the house up in flames, her parents no where to be found. Hazel takes it upon herself to head into the many cities Arcas contains and while finding a main road and walking along she meets various people. One named Crystal Crete, describing to her the Three Month War and how the Orenian Empire is new. Hazel takes it upon herself to head to Helena, hearing about the nice city. After weeks of searching and finding food, she arrives in Helena, bringing her to today, where she waits to see what Helena offers her. As of now she is looking for a place to live, and is heading to the poorhouse to create a living for herself within the walls.
*Hazel Andor smiles, fixing her clothes seeing how well dressed the man is* “H-Hi there.” She laughs saying, “Just got off the boat that docked in the port. My name is Hazel sir, and yes I guess you could say I am looking for sort of a- fresh start.” *She looks around the city taking it all in, listening to the man introduce himself. “I am looking for everything sir, I come from some rough history and want to be something in this world, hopefully this city. I need a place to live sir, and a job, hoping to get to work soon.” *She listens to the man oncemore* “Thank you for the help sir, I appreciate it greatly.” *She lifts up her bags and walks down the street, all the bags putting weight on her shoulder as she watches the citizens shop and talk*
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