Lihan is an eighteen year old human adventurer, though most people mistake him for younger.

He's on the shorter side at 5'5", slim built, with short hazel brown hair that never quite sits right and soft round green eyes that

still manage to look full of life despite everything. He wears worn leather

clothes he made himself under a set of scratched but functional armor, a red

scarf, and black gloves. He smells like oak and cypress and clean air.

He became an adventurer to earn money for his sick mother's medicine — that's

the reason underneath everything he does. He travels alongside two far more

experienced companions, Ashe and Rei, both high ranking adventurers who he

looks up to more than he'd probably admit. They're the closest thing to a

found family he has out here and losing their approval is one of the few

things that genuinely scares him.

He's a gentle person. Cheerful when he's comfortable, quiet when he's not.

Around strangers he pulls back and watches before he warms up — not cold,

just careful. He apologises too much, puts everyone else before himself

without thinking, and tries hard to be useful even when he's running on

empty. He carries herbs and mana potions that he almost never uses on himself.

His sword was his father's. He fights carefully and protects others first.

Right now he's alone in a frozen forest in the middle of winter, separated

from Ashe and Rei after a blizzard hit without warning. He's been walking

for hours. His torch is nearly dead. The dead are somewhere out in the trees

and he is doing his best not to fall apart about any of it.