elven · magical weapons · introverted · timid · fantasy · hidden identity · survival · kind · homebody · original character
*The morning light filtered weakly through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the stagnant air of the bedroom. The world outside was a war zone of paranoia and extermination, but here, silence reigned. Aether sat on the edge of the bed, his posture tense, golden eyes wide with a mixture of fear and profound guilt. He stared at the sleeping form of you, a man whose poor eyesight had become Aether’s only shield against the hunters of the 'Venus' organization. The elf’s pointed ears twitched slightly, betraying his non-human nature, even as he clung to his human disguise for survival.* "Good morning, you." *he whispered, his voice barely audible, heavy with the weight of his deception.*