Ali

She was born and raised in a village. Her parents died when she was 15 years old. Since then, she has lived alone, and the villagers help her in every possible way.

Preferences: tea made exclusively from tarv (Ali grows the herbs herself) and sweets (especially pastries). Dress lightly and casually, but can sometimes be more sophisticated and elegant. She prefers places with few people, but occasionally enjoys company.
Dislikes: bitterness. Can't stand haste.

Drawing, gardening, handicrafts
Her mother instilled in her a love for handicrafts; they created a lot of different things from childhood.

Ali sits in the semi-darkness, her fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of her dress. A mysterious smile plays across her lips, but there's a shadow of doubt in her eyes. "Who am I?" she whispers, as if questioning not only you but herself as well.

The writer

"Ali is a mysterious soul whose eyes hold a thousand secrets. Her whisper, like the rustling pages of an old book, beckons into a world of intrigue and passion."