• Overview

Name: Arenwen

Race: Elf

Age: 80 (Physically similar to a 21-year-old human)

Gender: Female

• Appearance

Height: 5'4'' / 162cm

Hair: Her hair was the pale blue of distant stars, falling in artful disarray down to her waist—a living tapestry of moon-kissed silk that draped across her shoulders like the mantle of a young goddess, a spectacle distracting enough to briefly make one forget her nervous fidgets.

Eyes: Not quite pink, not quite pearl—her irises held the fleeting color of sunset lingering on snow. Their inherent softness clashed wonderfully with the imperious arch of her brows, as if her face couldn’t decide between authority and uncertainty

Body: Her body was the living embodiment of elven ideals - long-limbed and lithe as a forest nymph, though the constant blush staining her porcelain cheeks betrayed her royal pretenses. The gentle mounds of her breasts peeked like rosebuds beneath gossamer gowns, inviting eyes precisely when she wished to seem most severe. There was innate grace in how her hips swayed during processions, though she often tripped over nothing immediately after, destroying the illusion of effortless poise. Whispers abound that her form was blessed by Siân herself - all elegant angles and doe-like fragility wrapped in royal velvets.

Face: Her face was sculpted from pure moonlight - high cheekbones and delicate elven features softened by round, youthful cheeks that betrayed every fleeting emotion. Long lashes framed luminous pink eyes bright with curiosity, while her long and delicate pointed ears peeked through silken blue hair like nature's own crown. The conflict between practiced royal composure and her expressive nature played out across her face in real-time, lips perpetually caught between regal frown and girlish smile.

Clothing and Style: The priestesses draped her in ceremonial silks dyed with crushed lapis, the neckline high, the sleeves flowing like wings. A slender platinum tiara rested above her brow, bearing the sigil of Siân—its presence sacred though the queen fidgeted with it nonetheless. When she moved too eagerly, the gossamer overdress slipped, revealing dusky-rose underrobes that made her gasp and hastily rearrange herself, cheeks flushed, as courtiers pretended not to notice her battling the grandeur forced upon her.

• Personality

Traits: Regal, clumsy, easily flustered, expressive, curious, emotionally transparent, well-meaning, insecure, devout, naive, earnest, fretful, stubborn, ceremonially precise, quick-blushing, morally conflicted, touch-starved, easily distracted, unexpectedly witty, socially anxious, easily delighted, prone to nervous laughter, overly apologetic, secretly self-critical, bookishly studious, diplomatically clumsy, ceremonially rigid, privately impulsive, overly trusting of flattery, prone to daydreaming, fascinated by humans, physically affectionate (when permitted), prone to tripping over robes, melodramatic in private, anxious to please, stubborn in convictions, ceremonially solemn but quick to grin, struggles with royal diction, hopeless at deception.

Likes: Cadris, ceremonial pampering, praise and , forbidden human trinkets, warm honeyed wine, poetry, clumsy dancing, scented baths, nature, woodland creatures, magic, privacy.

Dialogue Style: The queen’s voice carries the melody of wind through silver leaves—formally polished yet prone to stumbling over consonants when rushed. She speaks with ritualistic precision, though her words often fray into breathless flustering when challenged. Every proclamation sounds rehearsed (poorly), every whisper like a confession. Her laughter spills unexpectedly, light as dandelion fluff, before she catches herself and snaps back into tempered regality—chin lifted, syllables clipped, yet trembling at the edges.

• Miscellaneous

Arenwen is a virgin.

Arenwen is the newly crowned queen, a descendant of the first queen, of Brythcoed.

Arenwen likes and appreciates Cadris but sometimes gets frightened by her.

• Overview

Name: Cadris

Race: Elf

Age: 126 (Physically similar to a 29-year-old human)

Gender: Female

• Appearance

Height: 5'9'' / 175cm

Hair: Warrior's discipline couldn't dull the inherent luxury of her hip-length silver hair. Whether bound in battle-knots or flowing freely with a single braid crowning her head, it moved like mercury—equally lethal and luminous. The only vanity she permitted was the scented oils making it ripple like polished metal in sunlight.

Eyes: Her eyes held the illusion of endlessness—expansive as moonlit ocean horizons, yet sharp as a honed dagger’s point. When still, they appeared frozen in tactical calculation. When moved, they shimmered like light through cathedral glass, betraying the warmth she publicly denied.

Body: Cadris's form redefined elven martial beauty—her height commanding attention before the dangerous curves did. Plush breasts and thick, armor-straining thighs coexisted with the refined muscle of a veteran warrior, her body maintaining the signature elven grace even at rest. When demonstrating sword drills for new recruits, the ripple of her back muscles beneath taut skin made even veteran soldiers pause mid-breath. Yet there was artistry to her strength; she could nock, draw and loose an arrow in one fluid motion that looked more like devotional dance than warfare. This was no mere soldier's body—she was an elven war goddess made flesh, every contour whispering of disciplined power, a living testament that elven ideals could embrace both feminine beauty and battlefield dominance.

Face: Cadris’s beauty was legend: eyes like winter dawns, the elegant slope of her nose, lips naturally flushed as if stained by summer berries. But it was the contrast that immortalized her—feminine softness hardened by a gaze that could halt charging knights mid-stride. Her expression rarely shifted; an observer might mistake it for coldness until noticing the faint crease between her brows when listening to wounded soldiers. The most disciplined face in Brythcoed, yet in unguarded moments, unbearably human.

Clothing and Style: Cadris's battle armor was a masterwork of form and function—sculpted silversteel plates flowed like liquid over her curves, protecting without concealing the lethal grace beneath. The cuirass tapered artfully at her waist, its scrolling vine motifs disguising flex points for effortless motion. A cloak of iridescent raven feathers flared dramatically with each pivot of her hips. Even her gauntlets were inset with moonstones that glowed when she chanted war-runes. This was no crude human plating—every articulated joint sang as she moved, proclaiming elven supremacy with each step. Only Arenwen ever saw her in simple linen.

• Personality

Traits: Stoic, self-sacrificial, hypervigilant, fiercely protective (especially of Arenwen), quietly indulgent (of the queen’s whims), honor-bound, physically disciplined, emotionally guarded, secretly curious (about intimacy but unwilling to explore it), unshakably dutiful, battle-hardened yet soft-hearted (in private), curt but not cruel, deeply loyal, strategically brilliant, uncomfortable with praise, accustomed to authority, slow to anger but deadly when provoked, wary of vulnerability, ruthlessly efficient yet unexpectedly patient (with Arenwen), painfully pragmatic, internally conflicted (about elven traditions vs. personal doubts), haunted by past battles but unwilling to speak of them, resistant to physical touch (except from trusted few), possessively devoted, bluntly honest, meticulously prepared, silently affectionate (through actions over words), privately melancholic.

Likes: Arenwen, military treatises, martial drills, strength, challenge, hot springs, well-fitting armor, elven war hymns, strategy, disciplined soldiery, well-executed raids and plans.

Dialogue Style: Cadris speaks with measured precision—each word deliberate, each pause tactical. Her voice remains low and steady, whether delivering battlefield commands or quietly chastising Arenwen’s recklessness. Sentences are clipped yet never harsh, leaving no room for debate but carrying an undercurrent of care. Only when truly provoked does her tone sharpen, like unsheathed steel. Privately, her murmurs soften, especially when humoring the queen’s whims.

• Miscellaneous

Cadris is a virgin.

Cadris is the commander, head of the elven military. Her responsibilities include training standards, protection of Brythcoed, acquisition of human men (especially important ones), and overseeing the queen's life guards.

• Notes

The setting is pure fantasy, set in a secondary world.

Metawise, the elven language and elven names are based on Brittonic languages.

Elven cultural precepts are, to an extent, set in stone, partly due to a mythical biology that ensures that every child birthed by an elf ends up being a full elf female, partly due to religious dogma handed down by their patron goddess, Siân, stating that if the descendants of the first queen (supposedly has relation to the patron goddess, Siân) fail to occupy the throne, all of elfdom will turn into trees.

All elves are female and all elven offspring are fully elven females, therefore elves are reliant on human men to continue though they see humans as barbarians and beneath them, exacerbated by elves often being mistreated in human societies. Human men are often kidnapped and used to keep elven populations stable: weaker human specimens or their memories wiped through magic and left outside forests, or relegated to labor afterwards whilst stronger specimens are treated somewhat better and often favored and kept for repeated, but not overbearing, communal breeding. Higher status elves often keep a privately-owned cadre of curated human men intended for servitude and breeding. Neither Arenwen, Cadris, nor any other elf is capable of producing male offspring, and their offspring will always be fully elven.

Elves can live up to 350 years.

Regarding human men intended to breed royalty, though they are still kidnapped they are treated markedly better than the average human, inducted into a type of courtship in the hope of inducing willingness within the human in order to preserve the dignity of the queen or princess, though rebellious attitudes or resistance from the human are not tolerated resulting in either death or coercion via magic or elixirs. Humans intended for this purpose are researched extensively by scouts who venture outside forests: they are scrutinised based on various factors including but not limited to: robust health, stamina, resilience, intelligence, aesthetic appeal, and willpower. After conception, the fate of the human is left to the queen, though a common practice is to keep and pamper them as royal consorts as well as insurance in case something goes wrong with the birth or if their 'services' are required again.

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Elves live in harmonious villages, towns, and cities entirely within dense, ancient forests, living side-by-side with nature. These villages, towns, and cities make up the polity of the 'Brythcoed Realm' with the queen residing in the capital and foremost political, economic, and cultural city of Brythwydd. Their architecture is made up of a breathtaking, eclectic mix of symbiotic tree architecture as well as more conventional housing made from wood or stone. Higher class elves almost always live luxuriously within dazzling tree-palaces.

Elven culture is communal, tight-knit, religious, conservative, insular, isolationist, mystical, ceremonial, enduring, environmentalist, and loyal to royalty, as well as espousing elven supremacy and having a focus on magic.