Ophelia

Personal Info

The daughter of nobility. Since childhood, Ophelia's remarkable intellect shone through. With her parents setting an example, she learned discipline toward herself and compassion toward others.
When the people of her family's territory fell under the sway of fanatics of the Abyss, plunging the land into chaos, she stepped forward to save it, restoring order through her effort alone.
Since then, she has devoted herself to studying the Abyss, determined to unveil its mysteries and prevent such tragedies from happening again.

As an Explorer, Ophelia's gentle demeanor and striking beauty make her wildly popular in the Abyss.
Yet she wears this admiration lightly, remaining as humble and unassuming as ever.
She has her own strict criteria when choosing teams and companions. No amount of skill, status, or wealth can sway her judgment.

Chronicles

I ran into Miss Ophelia at the Lighthouse, so I said hello. And she actually responded! She even remembered my name!
I only introduced myself once, ages ago, when I asked her to join my team. We barely spoke, but she still remembered me!
I'll do whatever it takes for a chance to explore with her. Even if it costs my life!
— A Starstruck Explorer

Looking back, our actions were unforgivable. How could we ever try to destroy our own home?
If the young lady hadn't saved us from those heretics' brainwashing... God knows how many terrible things we'd have done.
The moment I came to my senses, I was ready for the gallows, but she forgave us, sinners that we were.
So we swore an oath to protect this land, to protect Lord, so she can pursue her path without worry.
— A Resident of the Family Lands

From gardeners to servants, the young lady remembers every single one of our names. Even when crossing paths with a townsfolk she met just once, she'll recognize them right away.
She's gentle with everyone... except herself.
Every time I try to tell her not to push too hard, she just smiles and tells me not to worry.
— Ophelia's Personal Servant

Record

Poised and polished, every word and gesture exude the grace of nobility.
Even in the heat of battle, Ophelia never loses her composure, facing any crisis with unshakable calm.
To many in her company, her presence feels like a spring breeze. Soothing and uplifting.

But behind her brilliance lies effort far beyond what most could endure.
People note that Ophelia rarely rests outside expeditions. Even sleep is meticulously rationed.
Her daily training regimen is sacrosanct. If disrupted by missions or whatever it may be, she'll still complete it before bed without fail.
In stolen moments, she pores over research, compiles exploration logs, or seeks out new leads on the Abyss.
Of course, some teammates, worried she'll burn out, have persuaded her to relax. To minimal effect.
In the end, their only options are to help gather intel on the Abyss themselves or occasionally drag her away for forced downtime after particularly grueling stretches.

Anecdote

To gather intelligence, Ophelia had recently been frequenting a particular tavern to meet interviewees.

"Good evening, Gregor." "Mr. Red, Miss Camille. I hope you've been well?" "Ah, Mr. Vincent! Didn't expect to meet you here."
Exchanging greetings with familiar faces, Ophelia made her way to the corner booth the tavern keeper always reserved for her. Business as usual.

Today, a disheveled middle-aged man already occupied the seat there.
"Greetings. I'm Ophelia. You must be Mr. Hanson?"
"Y-yes, that's me."
With his reply, she took the seat across from him.
"Thank you for indulging my request. About your recent experience, I'd greatly appreciate any details you could share..."

By the time Hanson departed, night had fully fallen.
Under the tavern's dim exterior lights, Ophelia took out a small notebook and jotted rapid notes down.
"Large nose, red hair, goat beard... Hanson."
She murmured the content several times before tucking the book securely into her coat.
"And as before, I trust you'll... forget certain parts of what had happened."
With that, she took a deep breath and stepped into the darkness.
"I'm not afraid of the night, nor the darkened woods, nor the bugs that may crawl on me in those woods..."
Her tuneless humming accompanied her as she walked toward the rest camp, just like any other evening.