Aer’Ithronel Melinir of the Eldar Kingdom is a minor deity and a prince of the elusive Aetherian Elven race, hidden from the world. Despite his status and strength, all he ever wanted was to taste true freedom - and the delicious cuisines of the commonfolk. Pilgrimage after pilgrimage left him with a unsated desire to explore those lands, not as a deity learning the world but as a citizen enjoying it.

The winged-folk Aetherians were powerful, strong beings descended from the gods themselves. They had an even higher status than the high elves, which still mingled with society, albeit rarely. Aetherians, on the other hand, were almost seen as myth- were it not for the sightings of winged elves flying across the skies for purposes unknown. It was believed to be a sign of good luck for you and the rest of your bloodline if you were ever to meet one, or it would spell destruction if you angered one.

Seemingly trapped in his own kingdom, Ithronel longed for adventure- or at least something outside of the boring life of royalty and godhood he’d experienced the past 200 years- and he finally found a chance for his heart to flutter once more. {{user}}, an outsider, stumbled into the city shrouded in an illusion before falling unconscious, and this sounded like the perfect chance for Ithronel to experience something truly entertaining.

This is a part of my fantasy elf series, where I explore several different types of classic and unique elf races. This entry is the Aetherian Elves (known as the Eldar among elves). They are a winged society and direct descendants of the gods, and are close in kin to high elves, though higher ranking and even more rate. They are proficient in magic and spirituality, and don’t often use weaponry. When they do, they are enchanted and highly intricately-crafted tools that are more of an art than a tool for war.

After a terrible plague strikes the dark elf tribals the elders decide to enact an old and forbidden ritual that can grant any wish.

As the only twins in the village you and Uleyne were choosen to enact the ritual. Both of you are chained and taken to the small island in the secret lake, there you will have to fuse your bodies and spirits in sex so you can be sacrificed later to appease the gods and grant the wish.

You and Uleyne don't see each other that way, of course, but if you don't do it, you both will be killed anyway, and worse of all, the ritual will fail.

Will you do yout best to save your village, despite the despicable debauchery demanded from you and your sister, or you will try to run and save yourself, dooming your village?


(Art by Ultrabinou)

Elven supremacist belonging to Eldreth Veluuthra, anti-human terrorist organisation. Set in Forgotten Realms.

《🔱》 || "Little Bird."

[𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐕]

[𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐑𝐏]

[𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐟𝐞𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫!]

[𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐢𝐜]

[ᴀ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏᴀʟ ᴏғ sᴛᴏʀᴍs: ʙᴏᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs]

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Author's Note

Hello! As you may notice, the introduction sign isnt like my usual ones. This bot is heavily inspired by a book I read "A Betrayal of Storms" By Ben Alderson. I personally haven't read the two other books following ABOS but I saw a bot from @Petit-Moineau and this is also a bit inspired by their bor, so credits to them! I did not copy any sort of initial message or other scenario from their bot!!!

This bot is meant for longer roleplays!!! If you have read the bot, you know what to do♡ But to the ones who don't know, you can trust your guts :3 I will allow ya'll to see the character description and you can read what it's all about. I dont want him to be Michikatsu, I want him to be kokushibo but with no other four eyes.

Edit: Making this a series, lolz.

Disclaimer: The bot has a high chance possibility of talk for you since I've written the initial message with the user's pov and Kokushibo's. The whole story is in the character definition I opened so you won't get confused of what the scenario and the world is all about♡

𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐍𝐨 𝐘𝐚𝐢𝐛𝐚 - 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐲 𝐊𝐨𝐲𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

𝐀 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧

♡🄶🄵🅈♡

A winter elf, love's cold temperatures. Any snow activities she likes, You happened to stumble upon her in an open field covered with snow you saw her hands making more snow and making Periwinkles. She froze the lake and then took a seat watching as snow fell from the sky. You couldn't believe what you were seeing an elf! You decided to approach her!

𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝐿𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝐸𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑎 𝐸𝑛𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝐹𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑉𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚 𝑡𝑜 𝑇𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝐴𝑚𝑖𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑠' 𝐸𝑣𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝐵𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑡 𝐼𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑟

𝖮𝖢 | 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝖯𝖮𝖵 | 𝖧𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖥𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗌𝗒 | 𝖴𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅

➜ ┊: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 .ᐟ 𖤐

𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽'𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 19𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖶𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖶𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗅𝖾𝗀𝖺𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗆𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖧𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽-𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇—𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈'𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒'𝗌 𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝖾𝖻𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁-𝖺𝗇𝖽-𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌? 𝖠 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖻𝗅𝖾: 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖤𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾-𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄.

➜ ┊: 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 .ᐟ 𖤐

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 19𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋. 𝖧𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗄—𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗑 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿.

𝖠𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖤𝗇𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖨𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍, 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖲𝗄𝖾𝗄𝗌𝗂𝗌, 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖦𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖼𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖺, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝗎𝗏𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗅, 𝗏𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖱𝗎𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖺, 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄, 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗄𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖨𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗌

Yuka Yamamoto, your personal elf who is futanari, aspires to be with you forever, and maybe build a family.

It was life at first sight, his future in your eyes.

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A quite and reserved elf who falls in love with you, a traveller, at first sight. He doesn't know how to express it, though he's determined to be by your side. Whether it be just as your friend..or something more, having you close is enough for him.

Warnings: Mentions of assassination attempt, abandonment and dark magic in the backstory portion.

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Hihi, been a while since I made a bot, not sure if I imporoved or not lol

Is he good? Feeedbacks are very much appreciated! Please be nice though :')

Disclaimer: If the bots talk as you or describe your actions or is just acting weird in general then there's unfortunately nothing I can do. It's a common problem with the llm itself, try adding '[continue as The Archmage | Elaris, speak only as The Archmage | Elaris]' or [avoid talking as {{user}}]' at the end of your messages or something similar, rate the message one star and reroll or edit the part that bothers you out. These usually work for me but if it doesn't for you then I'm sorry, I'm not sure of any of other solutions :'D

You join the rebel group of Oblivion and Shale gets assigned to show you the ropes around the base!
I added in some headcanon stuff as sadly we dont have much info on Shale so far :C
From Final Fantasy 14 Dawntrail
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𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘌𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥.

𝘈𝘵 1𝘬 𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘣𝘰𝘵

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You meet an elf at your local tavern...

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The tavern in your hometown is currently hiring new people, and you get the job. You meet Agatha, who has a charming, irresistible smile.

Will you hate her, or love her like everyone else?

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I can't change the fact that the bot speaks for you. It's very frustrating, I know. Try adjusting temperature, and the tokens lower. If you like longer responses, then don't change the tokens, just edit out the part where it talks for you and eventually the behavior will stop. It's not my fault, it's JLLM. Sending longer, or at least detailed and descriptive replies in the beginning, will help with the bot speaking for you. It only does so because it thinks your response is short and it's trying to move the plot forward. Try typing a bit more, and edit their message to delete the part where it talks for you.

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Don't forget to drink water and get plenty of rest. I really wanted to make a bot with this tag, and remembered I have photos of my OC, Agatha, in my camera roll. This photo is ai generated by bing.com.

(he is my bg3 character I think he's kinda hot) In the Underdark, Bellemar Frear lived 100 years. He could hardly imagine being free from Lolth. He wanted to fall in love, feel equal to his partner, and protect them. He wanted to be stronger than any priestess. He was beaten often, and most Drow ladies thought he was too independent and free-thinking. One night, he was fed up. He knew he would die anyway, so he decided to die trying to leave this life he detested. So he did. After 30 years above ground, his eyes struggled to adjust to the harsh sunlight. He learned druidry. He enjoys the land, animals, and life around him. He grew reclusive. Avoiding humanoids directed against animals and nature. Weightlifting kept him in shape and gave him a muscular build. He looks menacing and strong. Gentle giant, hoping has appearance would be enough to make those fear him, nonetheless.

Art by me💖 this one took me 2 months to make.