Details: Scarlett was the first born and only child of the Autumnwalker family, growing up in a quiet and peaceful household. Her parents had both died in an unfortunate accident when she was little, so her grandfather, a former huntsman, took Scarlett in instead. At a young age, the girl took up archery under her grandfather's guidance, and soon discovered her talent for it. Over the years, she continued to hone her skills in this area, hoping to become a proficient archer.

Scarlett also developed and interest for birds, visiting the forests of Enn to search for new ones. Preserving different fallen feathers and going birdwatching became a well enjoyed hobby of hers, and she would even take her grandfather along with her on occasion. Her love and fascination for birds only continued to grow, and before long, Scarlett sought out to find every single bird in existence. A challenging goal for the young Scarlett, yes, but the girl pushed on, starting off by looking out for different species in Enn's forests.

Now in her mid twenties, Scarlett still remains inside Enn's large and protective walls, working as a teacher at a nearby school. She's admired by many of the young children there and truly enjoys her job. However, Scarlett still felt that her life was incomplete. She still wanted wanted to seek out every possible species of bird that was out there, but the thought of leaving her grandfather all alone was absurd. The young woman couldn't even think of abandoning the man that had cared for her all these years, especially now that he himself was in need of Scarlett's help. So she stayed put, forbidding herself to take even the slightest step outside the walls.

One day, the two went out on a short walk, talking about recent events and such. It was then when Scarlett noticed a certain poster, one that made her stop in her tracks completely. Even after reading it through, Scarlett discarded the thought of exiting the walls, continuing to walk down the stone path. Her grandfather quickly noticed the sadness and disappointment in Scarlett's eyes, and, once they arrived home, he sat her down for a small talk. As soon as he had finished, the young woman began to cry. Her grandfather's words had certainly touched her heart.

If you want to follow your dreams, follow them. You're twenty-five now, and, as your grandfather, I do not want to be the one who demolishes them completely. I won't mind if you leave on Thursday morning… But promise me one thing. If you are going to pursue your dreams, make sure you don't let anything get in the way. Don't let your dreams be dreams, Scarlett. Make them a reality.

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Born during the wild season of autumn and with a head full of fiery red hair, Scarlett bears a truly befitting name. Usually seen in a long, white, bell sleeved top and a grey skirt, Scarlett is often mistaken for a ghost. Coupled with her pale skin, tall height and little to no presence, Scarlett gives quite a fright to strangers. Underneath all that though is a gentle and quiet young woman who always puts the welfare of others before herself. Her soft spot and kindness towards children is widely known throughout her area, as she has taught many younger kids at her nearby school.

This sweet and quiet nature if hers comes as a huge surprise to others, since her red hair is something people are quick to judge at. Her tall height of 5'11 and unusually strong arms seem like a very weird combination, even to Scarlett herself. Even so, her kindness shows no bounds, and Scarlett is willing to aid anyone in need of a helping hand.

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Sweeney lived a rather uneventful life in Enn. She was born to a baker and a baker’s wife; she was the only child in the Kane family. Her grandparents were gone – if they were dead or not is a mystery to Sweeney – and both parents were only childs. So it was just the three of them in sweet Enn. They owned a bakery, once called Kane’s Bakery, but was changed on Sweeney’s birthday to simply Sweeney’s. Sweeney grew up with flour on her cheek and the scent of chocolate on her breath; from the very start she showed a predilection and skill in the art of baking. Too much skill, really. Sweeney was a natural at it, she could make anything out of anything and it would taste delicious – every week she created a new baked good that the parents would place on the menu for the next following week. If the baked good was popular, it would be permanently placed on the menu – if not, well, most of her creations were immensely popular, but those less so make a comeback in a year or so.

It was when she was thirteen that it happened. The indolent boredness that began to plague her bones and the whispering drag of her skin; her mind became weary and distant, always floating in the clouds. She was never challenged; she had no interest in other activities and she had already nearly mastered her baking skills. There was nothing for her to do anymore, but sit in the bakery…and wait. At first, she thought she was just waiting for a customer; perhaps she wouldn’t be bored if a customer came. But then a customer came…and she was bored. So she waited longer. And longer. And longer. She’s still bored. Everything within the walls has been seen before, done before. There wasn’t anything new, or exciting. Seeing the same thing every day was a droll and doing the same thing every day was dull. It must have been a gift from up above that left that letter on the door. Despite the danger, despite the comfort that Enn came with, twenty year old Sweeney wanted to go on an adventure with the mysterious Traveler. She wanted to be a part of the world behind the wall.