Post by terrinew on Mar 23, 2024 0:42:15 GMT -5
Feythereselune’s tale is one of woe and longing. Cut off from her people, the Twilight elves, whose home is in the fey realms for all but one month in a century. That month was 5 years ago. Curious of the outside world and tired of the gilded cage she lived in as a princess of her people, she had run away to explore, only to be abducted by ruffians who thought to hold her for ransom. She managed to escape her captors when they got drunk one night, but it was too late, her land had retreated back to the fey realms and she was trapped here.
She has made her way in the world selling the jewels she had with her. She wears, voluminous, hooded robes, finding the light in this realm harsh and painful. These once luxurious clothes are now threadbare. But since she is trapped here for another 95 years, she is determined to explore this world, and maybe find another way home.
Her skin is almost translucent white, her hair, sparkling white like dew covered webs in the morning sun. Her eyes are a deep purple, but seldom seen as she keeps them shaded by her hood from the harshness of the mundane light.
She has made her way in the world selling the jewels she had with her. She wears, voluminous, hooded robes, finding the light in this realm harsh and painful. These once luxurious clothes are now threadbare. But since she is trapped here for another 95 years, she is determined to explore this world, and maybe find another way home.
Her skin is almost translucent white, her hair, sparkling white like dew covered webs in the morning sun. Her eyes are a deep purple, but seldom seen as she keeps them shaded by her hood from the harshness of the mundane light.