Elves, a wise and ancient race, have always been known throughout the world for their unmatched beauty and powerful, complex connections to the world itself. As the first race to grace this world, they were responsible for being the keepers of ancient secrets and upholding the same traditions for thousands of years.
When Man came to be on that world, Elves kept themselves hidden, for they were always weary of any who pose a potential threat to their kin. Man’s civilizations rapidly spread however, and soon many lands were being overtaken by expansion, the Elves forced from the very lands they’ve dwelt upon for centuries.
Soon, after over three thousand years of development, Man came to hold very powerful modern technologies. These technologies gravely concerned Elven-kind, as their lands were being poisoned and manipulated by materialistic greed and thousands of miles of ancient lands were no more. The Elves were forced into an isolationist behavioral state, attempting to stay as far away from Man and their cruel deeds as possible.
It was only a matter of time however, did Man view the Elves as unwelcome guests in their land; half-creatures that relied upon primal means when they could have access to so much more. Wars were waged, blood was shed and many were forced into captivity amongst humans as they were forced to accept Man’s ways of life.
They could no longer worship the deities their ancestors did. No longer could they connect with nature within those city walls.
No longer could they even show proof of their racial status, as they were forced into a minority position.
They were segregated, ridiculed and relentlessly judged upon by Man, but many, deep within their hearts, never gave up on their traditions and beliefs…
For they knew that, if they stopped believing, then their kind would be no more.
So I kind of got a bit bored and found an old sketch I did a month or so ago, but I decided to change it up a bit. I wasn’t even going to post this, since I made the anatomy super wonky [I really don’t know why I did], but then I had all these ideas and I just kinda wanted to throw it out there. jhdsvjhfvd
This is why I don’t design races/back-stories for races. There’s always the one ‘asshole’ race while everyone else is just trying to be all harmonious and ‘peace and love’ and all that stuff jhdsgfjd //itskindofdepressingbutwhatever;u;
The Elf that’s depicted here is Tamuríl Ar-Feiniel, who is one of many Elves who have been subjected to mankind’s supremacist nature. She’s wearing a fairly typical garb that’s accepted within city limits of most human settlements. Dull, drab colours are common, with the only permitted splash of colour are through sashes and simple jewelry. Traditional Elves not ruled under by Man frequently wore luxurious gowns that could be found in a rich variety of colours, decorated with complex jewelry and designs akin to those found in nature.
Her hair is cut short for similar reasons, for it is well-known by all races that Elves traditionally wore their hair long [some rumours suggested it added to their spiritual powers]. It is a sign akin to mockery, as it is a show that Man’s power rules over that Elf and they are subjected to Man’s laws.
Tamuríl is a fairly uncommon sight even so, for many elves of her appearance [fair hair and light eyes] are thought to have died out several years ago after a disease struck her clan and devastated its numbers. Were she to be forced into a market [some Elves are auctioned off if they are destined to be mere servants], she would likely catch a very high price for such a standing.
That’s all I feel like typing up/coming up with right now… I have a party to attend tomorrow, and I’m pretty tired right now ;u;