Isadora

A gentle and caring beetle woman hailing from the Groundsman clan, Isadora was known for her resilience and determination from a young age. Was fascinated by the tales of brave warriors who defended their clan from countless threats, and heroes who saved those in need.

She trained night and day, often sneaking away from her assigned duties to practice with makeshift weapons crafted from discarded metal scraps. While training one day, she saw a peculiar person wearing scraps of clothes. Their ears were sharp like daggers, and they looked terrified, bolting in the opposing direction as soon as their eyes met.

This ignited her curiosity about what she would later come to know as Elven.

Appearance: A white-haired, pale monster covered in a sturdy exoskeleton that is like armour, impenetrable by normal means. The carapace is scratched and scarred from years and years of war and work. Stands at 6 foot 8, or 2.03 meters.

A grandiose floating island divided into five (almost) even sections, one for each cardinal direction. The center island is overseen by the Queen. Nobody dares enter the center without written orders.

To the north, the Frostwalkers reside in the mountains, claiming them as their home. They are responsible for the majority of fish exports to other regions, as the species found in their icy domain are considered divine.

On the other hand, the south lands are inhabited by the Sunbearers, a community renowned for their scorching sands and their passion for exotic spices. Many unprepared travelers have gotten lost in the sweltering desert, only to vanish into the annals of time.

The east is occupied by Groundsmen, a clan of insect-like humanoids renowned for their Herculean strength and willpower. Their environment resembles a giant marsh or forest, with trees older than even the Regency itself piercing the sky. Those of the Groundsmen clan are regularly enlisted for assistance with construction.

The west is inhabited by the Common Folk, who… well, you get the picture. Average people, living average lives. They’ve rapidly advanced their technology, but at the price of their health…

Finally, the center, being the smallest of the islands, doesn’t seem to be habitable at all. It’s mostly populated by energy-rich crystals… or, was.

At some point, the crystals started to run out, and everyone had panicked. That is, until the Queen found a solution while exploring a fog-covered island to claim for the Regency.

She happened upon a tribe of sharp-eared people, hereafter referred to as Elven. The Elven seem to have unrivaled energy levels stored within their bodies that flow like ichor! Plus, all they need to live are measly scraps of food and drink! It’s not like they’re sentient, right?!