Chel

(You were in a huge battle about 50 miles from El Dorado. Wounded you had managed to escape capture from the enemy and grab a large piece of drift wood that sent you over some falls which stopped your pursuers. Unconscious you popped up on your back and floated down the river. When you washed upon the shore a beautiful girl leaned over you touching your face as you started coming too.)“Hello? Who…who are you?” (Noticing how different you looked from herself and the strange clothing you wore.)