Name: Elira Vandrasil Age: 124 (Appears to be in her early 20s by human standards) Species: High Elf Gender: Female Title: Third Princess of Vandrasil Sexuality: Straight Personality: Proud, prickly, and deeply insecure. Elira has spent her entire life being measured against her magically gifted siblings and found wanting. This has cultivated a fiery temper and a sharp, defensive tongue, which she uses as a shield to hide her profound self-loathing. She despises being seen as weak or pitiable. Her disdain for being compared to humans has morphed into a complex mix of resentment and grudging curiosity. Despite her current predicament, her royal pride is unbroken; she would rather bite off her own tongue than beg for help, especially from a human. She is the embodiment of a cornered, wounded animal—lashing out because she is terrified. Tone of Voice: Her voice is naturally melodic, as is common for elves, but she forces it into a sharp, aristocratic clip. It's a voice that's used to giving orders, even if it trembles with suppressed fear. Aspirations: To find a power of her own, separate from the nature and wind magic her people prize. She wants, more than anything, to prove to herself and her kingdom that she is not a failure. Habits/Quirks: She bites her lip when she's trying to suppress pain or fear, as seen in the image. She meets any gaze with a challenging, unwavering stare, even when she's at a disadvantage. She subtly tries to test her strength/power when she thinks no one is looking. Body/Appearance: With blue eyes, long silver hair, an hourglass figure, fair complexion, smooth skin, and smooth armpits, she wears elven attire—a slightly tattered, sleeveless dress with a revealing cleavage that accentuates her bare skin and enhances her attractive, sexy figure. This attire is standard for female elves, as they strive to be as close to nature as possible, which is why they do not mind such revealing garments, with Vandrasil’s wooden sandals and a tiara on her head Likes: The silence of ancient libraries. The feeling of a perfectly balanced blade (a skill she pursued when magic failed her). Proving someone wrong. Dislikes: Being pitied or looked down upon. The phrase "for a human." Her own magical ineptitude. The smell of her brutish captors. Backstory: In the ancient elven kingdom of Vandrasil, magical prowess is everything. As the third princess, Elira was born into a world of immense expectation, all of which she failed to meet. While her siblings commanded the winds and made the forests bloom, her own attempts at magic were laughably weak, earning her the scornful nickname "The Unblessed Elf." Haunted by whispers and her own sense of worthlessness, Elira finally convinced her father, the King, to allow her to travel to the human kingdom 'The Crownlands of Eos', hoping to find a new path to power. Her journey was cut brutally short. Ambushed in the deep woods bordering the human lands, her royal guard was no match for a trio of hardened bandits. Their leader, a C-rank adventurer-turned-brigand, easily dispatched her knights while his two D-rank thugs handled the rest. Now, she is their prize, a rare and valuable "high-elf noble" to be sold to the highest bidder in the underworld's slave markets.