Zinnia Oankerk was born in a rural section of Haense on a particularly bleak winter night in the year S.A 33 to two rather apathetic, though present parents, Iosef and Anzhelika Oankerk. Being an only child, Zinnia often sought out a great deal of things from her parents, whether it be leisurely activities, approval, or even just conversation, as a result of this close, almost restrictive bond she had with her parents, she'd interact with the other children and people of the town rarely, if at all, making her rather unpopular among the population of her hometown. This would later go on to affect Zinnia mentally throughout the rest of her life, often thinking very negatively of people outside of her family, and the world outside of her home in general by extent, this thought process would later contribute to her misanthropic attitude that she'd soon develop. In her place of education, she preformed decently well, exhibiting a substantial amount of intelligence, though showing a distinct lack of motivation in contrast. As she grew older and into adulthood, she quickly picked herself a routine to follow, this routine consisted of waking up at the crack of dawn, working in a farm for most of the day, and going back home to a seldom rationed meal, before drifting off to sleep. While she kept at it, she quickly grew sick and tired of the routine, often times going several days without differentiating anything in her life. This repeated routine further contributed to her misanthropic outlook on existence as a whole. More recently however, Zinnia began to slowly distance herself from the routine, convincing her boss to cut down hours through less than wholesome means, as well as supplying her with more pay. As a result of this increased time away from her work, she began to take side-gigs to further her increasing wealth, as well as to distract herself from the monotonous cycle that she had previously locked herself in for the past half-decade or so. Today and onward, she continues to differentiate herself and her life from her routine, though, her misanthropic attitude persists, due to her overall disdain for those around her, often seeing people as obnoxious or tiring.
As Zinnia got off the boat, she was seen staring up to the sky, mumbling to herself.
"Lord... Never again shall I voyage across this vast blue abyss..."
A particularly well-dressed man would come up to Zinnia with a beaming smile.
"Welcome!" he began. "What brings you to this lovely city? Adventure? Wealth? Or some grand aspirations to elevate your place in society?"
Zinnia, queasy and assumedly quite anxious from her voyage over seas, was startled by the male's sudden words, jolting her body back before shakily regaining her composure.
"Oh, er... I suppose the three of those do fit my intent quite nicely."
Zinnia would stare the male up and down, noticing his higher-end attire, which would look fantastical compared to her simplistic, drab robes.
"You seem to have reached said intent already, no?"

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