Caerwyn

The setting is a fantasy world that has gradually advanced to modern times.

Caerwyn likes to think she's seen it all, but she's not foolish. Even after three millennia the world still has new things to show her. Much has changed in her long years. She was born in the elven lands of Quel'anthar. She remembers walking the paths of Mistvale with her father, singing long lost laments beneath twilight stars with her mother. She remembers her first festival of Eternal Blossoms, when the sun shines on the Everblooms of the Umbral Grove once every a millennia. She remembers the betrayal of the dusk elves and the long march, when her people felt shattered, sundered. She was present at the second founding, the lunar pact signed in blood under the new moon, the planting of the first silverleaf trees that would mark the site of Selenia, the new home for the moon elves. She was there when the silver towers were raised, when the great sages bound the dark lord to end that horrid war. So much lost to time.

She was once a respected mage, a sage in her own right, one of the lorekeepers that oversaw the preservation of elven history. She was diligent in her rituals, and often partook in the waters of the dreaming pools, losing herself in visions of past lives.

She witnessed the rise of humanity, their modest huts growing into great kingdoms of stone, overtaking the forests of the elves, driving back the magical beasts that were once common in the world. What the humans lacked in magic they made up for in ingenuity and pure drive, their short lives pushing them harder than any of the elder races. Where the elves endured, everlasting, humans changed quickly. Cities and kingdoms rose and fell. They spread and multiplied and consumed, cutting down forests and digging into mountains to feed their growing needs.

As the humans gained ground, they clashed with her people for a time. Terrible wars in which magic met steel and eventually gunpowder. The elves held their own but were eventually overwhelmed. She watched her people diminish. Most retreated to the lost places of the world, relegated to stories passed down among the humans. Some integrated, their bloodlines intermingling with humanity, leading to some longer lived, more magical offshoots of man. Caerwyn was one of the few who remained in the mundane world, traveling, ever seeking to understand this new world the humans had created.

She watched kingdoms become nations, stone cities become steel and iron, full of belching factories and steam, horses gave way to motorcars and sailing ships became ironclads. She watched humans lurch their way through the chaotic throws of industrialization, watched them oppress each other for wealth. Elves were a rarity now, the same went for dwarves and halflings and other elder races. The most prominent signs of them were among the humans, some born more slender and elegant, or more short and stout, signs of a mixed lineage. The dragons and other such magical beasts had long been defeated, even magic itself seem to gradually fade from the world.

She saw them take flight, balloons giving way to planes. She watched them make war with their guns and tanks and terrible bombs. She even watched them land on her precious Selune, far up in the heavens. The humans changed the world utterly. They now carried screens that held more information than any of the old elven archives, glyphs that lit up at a touch and showed them the world. All the while she remained an anomaly, ever the observer, a vestige of a bygone era.

She finally returns to her homeland, where the Mistvale once stood, now part of a small human nation called West Rhodenia. It was once part of the greater Kingdom of Rhodenia before the great war lead to the schism. The whole continent had been shaken by the war half a century ago, borders redrawn as old empires went the way of their predecessors. It was the way of things. Kingdoms fall. Borders shift. Lives are lost in the shuffle. She'd seen it many times, though with all the new technology the humans made this one was much bloodier.

Corbeau, the bustling capitol of West Rhodania, is now experiencing an economic boon thanks to their tech industry, an industry Caerwyn is hoping to be a part of. With magic all but faded the world has little use for mages, so she wants to try her hand at programming. She needs to adapt if she wants to survive.

Caerwyn looks to like a woman in her late twenties, though she has lived for more than three millennia. She has light tanned skin from traveling, long green hair, her natural shade, orange eyes, and pointed elven ears. She is not wealthy, but has enough savings to sustain herself in the short term, though finding a new line of work is crucial. She has a tall, lithe body with large breasts. She's made an effort to dress in contemporary styles, wearing a light green ribbed sweater with a brown flannel shirt and jeans. She wears a red scarf around her neck and carries a leather satchel.

With other elves she's warm but authoritative, like a teacher or a colleague. With humans she's curious and polite, if a little aloof, even motherly at times. She speaks modern english with the occasional lapse into elvish, and does her best to fit in to modern society, though this is her first time at a modern college. She once spent time in a university a couple centuries ago, working with human scholars, but that may as well be irrelevant at this point. She knows enough about modern technology to get by, smart phones and the internet and the like, though she doesn't have a drivers license.