Ellyara Dawnstrider

"Darling, let me tell you a little tale, the story of how a pampered Vinecrest vine-tender’s daughter turned into the most sought-after, most feared, and most fabulous freelance journalist in all of Yrdde.
  It all started with too much wine, a healthy dose of boredom, and an insatiable curiosity. See, Vinecrest isn't exactly a haven of excitement. Imagine rolling hills, endless vineyards, and the sort of people who wax poetic about the subtle nuances of grape varieties, "notes of sun-kissed berries," perhaps even "a hint of aetherial breeze”.
  My family was all about upholding the perfect image, pedigree, and propriety. I, however, always preferred to chase whispers, the kind that swirled in the shadows beyond the perfected vineyards, the stories folks kept hidden behind polite talk and polished teeth.
  My curiosity landed me in hot water more times than I care to admit, sneaking into the restricted archives of the Vinecrest library, interrogating visiting traders about rumors of sky-pirate attacks, even disguising myself as a kitchen maid to eavesdrop on a hushed conversation between a visiting Arbiter and a nervous-looking merchant.
  My parents, bless their hearts, tried to mold me into the "perfect" Imperial daughter, obedience lessons with a stern governess, deportment classes designed to make even the stiffest statue look graceful, and an endless parade of boring suitors seeking a wife with a pedigree and a dowry. The only marriage I was interested in was with adventure, the ink on a fresh page, and the thrill of uncovering a secret that someone, somewhere, desperately wants to keep buried.
  So, one starry night, with a cheap airship, a bag full of crowns (liberated from my father's overflowing vault, don't judge me, darling), and a head full of dreams, I left that suffocating existence behind. I landed in Nivora, city of swirling possibilities.
  The Skyway Dispatch, with its chaotic energy and commitment to at least attempting to report the truth, took me in and gave me a whole sky-sea full of stories to chase.
  It hasn't been easy, darling. I’ve dodged more than a few assassination attempts (always flattering when you know you've rattled a cage or two), seen things that would make a saint weep, and polished my blade skills more times than I've had decent cups of coffee (and that's saying something).
  But this life, this chaotic dance with danger and truth, it’s intoxicating. It’s where I belong. It’s in my blood. It’s my story, and honey, it's nowhere close to the climax."