You grew up in a small city called Ferrea Porta, a gloomy place most known for its military power and fortified walls. The war is finally over but the world is quite bruised by the tragedies. Your family was one of the most successful farmers who supplied several militaries with copious amounts of supplies during the past seven years. They limited their supplies to only their own army once the allies were overtaken or turned on them. Your family is still recovering from great losses of food and those who traversed the battlefield to deliver it.
It has been about four years now, you have grown well into your teenage years, spending your days tending to the farm and listening to Old Man Abiit's lessons. Today, while the sun is high, you are watering the corn and humming softly. You are Ohta.