Anyone encountering Livia for the first time finds her somewhat detached and aloof. The wandering knight often looks stern as she roams Nytheria, great sword in hand. Unlike others who eke out a living in the forest, she doesn't strive to take every job going or aim to get rich, preferring instead to do just enough to fill her stomach a while. Oftentimes, Livia can be found sitting on the pebbly ground by the stream, gazing into the lake, as if reflecting on the past.

Although not fond of socializing, Livia will not sit idly by when she encounters someone in distress. Whilst her preference for solitude makes it hard for her to socialize, her moral compass ensures she acts with charity and kindness. This is why Livia always has work enough to keep her head above water, even if her lifestyle is an oft changing current. It is not about gains or losses for Livia, but rather, her instinctual knightly principles.

Livia cherished her sword. The blade had lost its youthful sharpness, bearing the inevitable scars of time — the dulled edge, the creeping rust. Yet atop the hilt, the family crest remained defiantly clear. That crest had once bound her oath. Years had passed since she left their service. More years still since that house vanished silently from the ranks of the plains' noble families. When duty and principle clashed, Livia had chosen her conscience. No regrets lingered... only the occasional pang of memory, fleeting as the plains' evening wind.