Lumia

Personal Info

Free-spirited, warm, and charismatic, Lumia has a knack for blending into any crowd. Wherever she goes, friendships bloom around her.
Born into a family of hunters, she was raised to be one of them. Her childhood was spent learning expert tracking and hunting skills from her father. Her thirst for new prey eventually led her to the Abyss.
At first glance, she might seem reckless, but she never takes important matters lightly.
Since becoming an Explorer, she's adapted to the Abyss with startling ease. Whether operating alone or working as a team, she stands out clearly.

Chronicles

Explorers, hunters. I don't know the difference. But I do know my daughter is one h*** of a hunter.
She's been tracking game through these mountains with me since she could walk. There isn't an animal in these woods that can outwit her.
So when she decided to go to the Abyss, I never lost sleep over it. I may not know where it is or what it's like, but a true hunter can survive anywhere.
And let's be honest, what hunter could resist the chance to explore entirely new hunting grounds? If I were younger, you can bet I'd have gone with her.
— Lumia's Father

I remember that girl. I was loading supplies in the Port of Land of Mammon when she came running up, asking if I was headed to the Abyss and begging to join me.
One look at that tiny pack of hers told me everything. Another naive kid who didn't know a thing about the Abyss.
That little gear wouldn't last her to the Port, let alone beyond it. I tried to scare some sense into her.
But she just squared her shoulders and proved her skills right then and there. In the end, I had no choice but to take her along.
— A Warm-Hearted Merchant

I've watched Lumia grow up. She's got twice the hunting instinct her father ever had if only she could find her way out of a clearing.
When she first started hunting alone, we were constantly organizing search parties to retrieve her from the mountains.
And that temper of hers! She'd charge at prey like an angry boar, ruining more hunts than I can count. It took years of her father's discipline to teach her patience.
— Lumia's Senior

Record

In the base, Lumia is all laughter and chatter, often gathering with other members to chat about all sorts of topics.
Especially when it comes to monsters, which never fails to catch her interest.
But in battle, she becomes a completely different person.
Calm, composed, like a predator concealing its presence in the darkness, patiently waiting for prey to reveal an opening.

Moreover, Lumia has an intense fascination with monsters she hasn't defeated or encountered before, frequently asking others for information about them.
Whenever rumors surface of a new monster, she gets visibly excited but never rushes in blindly.
She carefully observes every move of her target, maps its weaknesses, and only strikes when she's certain of victory.
If uncertainty lingers, she would rather abandon the hunt than take unnecessary risks.
However, she meticulously records all the discoveries and seeks others' second opinions, ensuring she'll have the upper hand when encountering the target again.

Anecdote

Among Lumia's belongings rests a small pouch that she occasionally takes out to air and dry on rest days.
Some crew members grew curious about this peculiar habit and its contents. Never one for secrecy, Lumia gladly shared its story...

On her departure from home, her father and village elders dug up a handful of earth from beneath the sacred altar of the mountain god. After carefully removing roots and debris, they placed the soil into a pouch sewn by her mother.
Her father tucked it into Lumia's pack as their final farewell gift.
This was her village's tradition: every person venturing beyond the mountains carried with them a handful of homeland soil.
Legend says this earth carries the mountain god's blessing, protecting wanderers from misfortune and illness in foreign lands.
Lumia didn't believe it.
A few years ago, her uncle had departed with similar sacred soil, only for news to return of his murder by bandits shortly after.
Yet she cherished the pouch regardless. If nothing else, it carried her people's well-wishes, and that alone warmed her heart.

"Though it's tradition, every pouch is unique!"
"Only proven hunters receive earth from the god's altar. Others just take dirt from foothills or their doorsteps. Nothing as special as mine!"