Sentinel

Hailing from a clan of stationary lightmongers, one imaginative little Mirror was always left wanting to see more of the world. She left her clan at a fairly young age and saught the world alone, though traveling over warbrought terrain had proven to carve an imaginative adolescent into a callous engineer over the years.

She was nothing if she wasn't a dreamer, or so she thought. She had ideas for conjuring a talismen that would bring the sheer fragments of dreams into reality. Her mission in life was to make her way toward the Arcanist's realm, as she believed the secret to completing such an object lie there, but due to misdirections and unforseen hindrances, such a goal would be left in the dust. The land of Arcane was just a fairy tale to her, now.

Many were faceless in her eyes - she feared getting too close to many, as she knew that one day, she would vanish as she continued her advancement. She cared for little other than this.. object, and over time, she became obsessive. It had became painfully clear that constructing such a device would prove impossible, though for now, she remained locked in denial.

She had abandoned her name for the title of Sentinel. She desired only to protect what did not exist - a feat most would claim as insanity.