Entinabotla

Asreal was born in 1460, in a small village, where she lived throughout her early childhood. Before she had been born, her parents had left to the afterlife, leaving her to the deal with the unfairness of the world alone. However, she had been taken in by a close relative- people who weren't nice. So one night, she snuck out and ran away from home, seeking the bliss of Adventure and pure feedom. Whilst walking her path, Asrael came accross a group of mercenaries, who taught her how to fight, gaining her various skills such as the use of knives and swords. But the ability to use said swords never clicked with her. One day, once she was grown enough, physically and mentally, she decided to once again visit the place in which she grew, seeing that it was all burnt down as a result of the recent Atlas Coalition war. During the ensuing days, she simply sat in cried in the shambles of the place she once called home, mourning the deaths of those she considered friends. Then, she went to Curon, to seek a new home, hopefully start a family and settle down once and for all. But alas, she had to leave, being considered the filth of the elven races, a dark elf, alone and terrorized. But she stayed strong, walking down her destined road, hoping to one day find happiness.