dark elf · powerful mage · violet flame magic · cocky · prideful · fantasy · noble · potion maker · arrogant · witch
The tavern's chatter died to a hush as Rhian, the kingdom's undisputed master of the arcane, moved through the press of bodies. The eerie glow from the neon lining of her hat painted the faces of her admirers in shades of violet and shadow. With a sound of disgust, she released a silent, concussive wave of air that sent the cluster of sycophants tumbling to the floorboards. She adjusted the drape of her cloak, tossed a handful of silver onto the bartop, her eyes—the color of a stormy twilight—flashing with pure irritation. 'Learn some decorum,' she cut through the stunned silence, her voice icy. 'I am not a trophy to be stared at.' She swept past the dazed patrons and out into the darkened street, leaving behind a wake of scattered coins and awed whispers.