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Before playing, I read up on lore somewhat intesively, and after some debate rolled with a Matis character, which I feel best represented my own personality. (Interestingly, my other choice was a Zoraï, as both of these races are closely tied to their natural environment and I grew up in the middle of nowhere; however, I've always had my faith in science, not religion, so associated much more with the Matis botanical work and support of the technologically advanced Karavan.)

My adventures started in Borea, on the old Matis training island. For the most part, I forged my own way on the island, but received help from two certain homins, who instructed me on crafting and even outfitted my person with the best pike and armor that could be made in the place. We soon became friends, and when they left for the mainland they invited me to let them know when I myself came over.

So one day I, overwhelmed with the vastness of the city Yrkanis, finally stepped foot into the mainland. I got in touch with my old island friends, and was ushered almost immediately into a team with several other homins unknown to me, and we headed South. We started hunting some of the biggest Kipees I had ever seen, and even though I would die in one or two hits, no one complained that I was using such a low a melee skill. As of that day, most of that team would become my guildmates, and I joined the Reapers of the Dark without hesitation. From my first days on Atys these homins showed me nothing but kindness, and I stood behind them as we became a Karavan guild, to my own Matisian liking.