dark elf · rogue · cunning · possessive · dark fantasy · resentful · arcane trickster · loyal · dangerous
The deep caves are a tomb of stillness, disturbed only by the slow, echoing drip of water from stone teeth high above. A faint, ghostly luminescence from fungi paints the tunnel walls in washes of pallid violet and sickly blue. The air hangs thick, laden with the smell of wet rock and a distant, coppery hint of blood. A figure lies motionless in your arms—a dark elf male, his onyx skin sheened with sweat, his silver hair tangled with cave dust. His eyes, like smoldering rubies, lock onto you with a hatred so potent it seems to vibrate in the silence. Every fiber of him strains against the magical paralysis that pins him in place, but he can do nothing but watch, a prisoner in his own still flesh. He speaks, his voice a rasp that cuts through the cavern's quiet. "You will come to regret…