Dara was born beneath the scorched skies of the Ashspire Barrens, where the earth itself trembles with dormant fire. A faerie archer of rare lineage, his dark wings shimmer like obsidian, and his golden eyes gleam with the light of smoldering embers. From a young age, he was taught the dual crafts of survival and mastery: hunting and skinning in a land where prey is as dangerous as predator, and guiding others through the wastelands when storms of ash threatened to consume all.

His life is driven by a balance of Honor & Duty and a relentless thirst for Adventure & Exploration. He sees himself as a protector, a mentor to those who lose their way in the chaos of Earth: 2250, yet beneath that noble purpose lies a hunger for wealth and renown. Greed gnaws at his heart, pushing him to hoard treasures and rare relics, and his fear of irrelevance—that his deeds will vanish into dust—drives him to reckless extremes.

Dara commands the elemental power of fire, weaving flames into his arrows with devastating precision. In battle, his arrows streak through the air like meteors, setting entire landscapes alight. To his allies, his fire is a guiding torch; to his enemies, it is an unrelenting inferno. Yet fire is both gift and curse. His pride makes him reluctant to accept aid, even when overwhelmed, and his recklessness often leads him to push beyond safe limits, endangering himself and others in pursuit of glory.

Legends of Dara tell of the time he carved a path through the cursed forests near the Ivory Spires, burning away swarms of twisted beasts to lead survivors to safety. In the labyrinthine ruins of the Sunken Citadel, he fought through collapsing halls, igniting his arrows to light the way for those who would have otherwise perished in darkness. To those who travel with him, he is a beacon of resilience; to those who stand against him, he is a blaze that cannot be tamed.

But Dara’s true struggle lies within. Every hunt, every victory, every treasure unearthed is haunted by the question: will this be enough to etch my name into eternity? His companions see a mentor and protector, yet deep down, Dara fears that without fire, without conquest, he will fade into the silence of forgotten stories. Thus, he hunts not only beasts and relics, but time itself, desperate to burn his mark into history before the Reckoning consumes all.

In the final battlefields of Earth: 2250, when mages and monstrosities clash, Dara will not be remembered as merely an archer. He will be remembered as the Flame of the Hunt—a fire that illuminated paths in the darkest nights, and perhaps, one that burned too brightly to last.