Black Desert (KR): Mystic Class Released; Backstory Revealed
You can read her backstory below:
I fell down to the ground in despair. The stench of blood and acrid smoke filled my lungs, numbing my senses. My village, once filled with the joyful laughter of merry villagers, now lay silent. The war against Calpheon had reduced my home to mere ruins and memory. I lost everything I loved.
I lingered on the brink, believing death would soon come for me as well. It was then that I met my mentor, the one who gave me the strength to go on. He looked into my eyes and told me that he saw immense power and potential in those calm, serene eyes. He asked me to come with him to the far east, offering to help me. Having no more reason to stay in that forlorn place, I turned my back on the rubble I once called home, and followed my new mentor into the east.
The new life I had in the strange land was not an easy one; the easterners did not reserve trust in their hearts for blonde, blue-eyed strangers.
My mentor was the only one who I could really speak to, but his only interest lay in forcing me to learn martial arts, which I had no interest in. As I grew stronger, I noticed that people began to regard me as less of a stranger. However, rather than distrust and suspicion, their eyes were now filled with envy and resentment. I became more lonely as the time went on.
One day, my mentor brought a man who had golden hair and blue eyes, just like I did. I never imagined that I would ever meet another person like me here in the east.
At first, I was filled with simple surprise and curiosity, having finally met someone who was as foreign as I in this faraway land. Soon my simple interest grew, and my head was filled with thoughts of him. Before I knew it, the man who was but a stranger now meant everything to me. However, our parting came before I could confess my deep feelings for him.
After he won in the combat tournament and joined the Western Frontiers, he vanished from my life without a word. He left me with nothing but loneliness. Without him, the east was a desolate and dreary place to me. I spent the days gazing out beyond the sea, longing for him to return. Weary of waiting, I finally decided to go myself and look for him in the west.
After writing a short letter to my mentor, I got on a ship to head for my homeland, a place that was now nothing but a far-off and forlorn memory. But ever greater than my dread, was my desire to meet him again.