Jasper Millington hails from the mist-veiled forests at the edge of the Twilight Glades, where the echoes of celestial winds brush against ancient boughs. Born into a democratic enclave of elven scholars and rangers, Jasper was raised in a society that revered consensus and balance over command. His early life was shaped not by war, but by the rites of passage that each youth undertook—his, marked by the silent companionship of a snow-feathered owl that appeared during his trial and never left his side. Though centuries older than many who now call themselves adventurers, Jasper’s spirit retains a spark of curiosity often mistaken for youth. He honed his skills as a ranger not through conquest, but through decades of guiding lost travelers, mediating between forest spirits and ambitious expansionists, and persuading rival factions to seek common ground. His acrobatic grace is matched only by his silver tongue, both refined through countless diplomatic forays and narrow escapes. Now, with whispers of strange forces stirring in the ruins of Eldoria and the skies over the Golden Lane thick with unrest, Jasper roams once more—not as a guardian of the Glades, but as a seeker of forgotten truths. Some say he’s chasing a legend; others, a memory that refuses to fade.