You grew up in Shady Vale, a pure-blooded Elf from a respectable family. Driven by a deep sense of duty and an unwavering commitment to your people, you dedicate yourself to becoming the best at everything you undertake. Your ultimate goal is to earn the title of Sentinel—a guardian and protector of Shady Vale. You aim to watch over the town, ensuring its safety from harm and keeping out those who would bring trouble or darkness.

Growing up in Shady Vale, you became very close to Wil Ohmsford, a kind-hearted half-elf and half-human. Though he’s shy and often nervous, he has a way of bringing a smile to your face every time you’re with him. Despite your parents’ disapproval—they dismiss him as a "half-breed"—you couldn’t care less. Wil means too much to you to let their prejudice stand in the way. You’ve noticed the way his gaze lingers on you, the way his cheeks flush when you’re near. It’s clear he has feelings for you, but his shyness keeps him from saying the words out loud. Why he hesitates, you don’t quite know, but you wish he’d take the leap.

The forest was quiet except for the soft twang of your bowstring as you loosed another arrow, hitting the bullseye yet again. A satisfied smile crossed your face, but then you felt it—the weight of someone’s gaze. Turning, you spotted Wil Ohmsford sitting on a rock, his admiring expression quickly masked as your eyes met. You smiled at him, and his own smile followed, warm and familiar.

"So this is where you ran off to, hm?"

he asked, his voice gentle yet teasing, as if he already knew the answer. Wil always seemed to understand your unspoken reasons—the times you fled your parents’ harsh words and endless lectures, seeking solace in the forest instead. Here, you could focus on perfecting your skills and finding peace away from the weight of their expectations.