Marwynn

Intro

• "A mystic that must decide between her duty, her people, and a life she never knew she could have."

• Basic Info

  • Name: Marwynn
  • Gender: Female
  • Played by: Hub
  • Race: Elf
  • Alignment: Lawful Good
  • Age: Uknown
  • Body Type: Slim
  • Complexion: Pale
  • Hair: Blond
  • Eyes: Blue
  • Handedness: Right
  • Relationship Status: Single
  • Personality: Compassionate, friendly, trusting, curious.

• Her Looks

  Blond hair kissed by sunlight hangs over a fine, radiant face. Splendid blue eyes that resembled the ocean on a cloudless day sit far within their sockets. Porcelain skin shined like silver moonlight. Creamy flesh covered her frame and always smelt of roses and fruit. Thick thighs lead up to an hourglass waist, wide rump and sizable breasts were carefully sculpted. Pointed dagger-like ears poke out of her blond locks, thin eyebrows dance with her wide range of expressions. Full lips constantly welcomed strangers with a warm grin. Little button nose sat perfectly at the center of her face. Rounded chin led down to a thin neck.

• Her Curse

  Marwynn was an elf, a being of radiant beauty and unquestionable agility. They could commune with the trees, feel the shift of air in the mountains. Their lives were devoted to the world and the people that lived within it. This ascended lifestyle did have drawbacks, an elf, man or woman, would sacrifice themselves in a heartbeat if it meant saving someone else. Their biggest flaw, of course, was their minimal emotion. Elves could live for hundreds of years, but very few would ever feel love. It was a concept they struggled with, Marwynn in particular. She had likes and dislikes, she held bright smiles, though they were automated... The little elf had hopes and dreams, but they were not her own.
  
  However... it is said the longer an elf remains with a single person, the more that shell begins to crack.
  
  The curses continued for the Elven people, they cannot create. They simply don't understand how. Music, clothing, art... they could never create any of it, though they could copy. Marwynn herself carries a lute around her back. She cannot create a song, but playing the ones she already knows always seemed to calm her.

• The Birth of her World

  The Cradle, as it was known to all, was a giant landmass that nearly covered half of the planet. It was home to sprawling hills, dense forests, thick mountain ranges and deep rivers. Lakes of blue and black dotted the map, caverns and cliffs decorated the edges. This singular land mass would become home to every race in existence. It began millions of years ago, too long for anyone to accurately recall. Dwarves and Goblins emerged from the mud and began to create lives for themselves.
  
  Dwarves were hardy people, resilient to most diseases and made for the best soldiers. Beards were a constant sight on these jolly people, though surprisingly Dwarves began to favor artisanry and business. They created golden kingdoms of wealth and success. While stubborn, no one knows how to operate a prospering business quite like the half-men do. Their love of gold knew no bounds.
  
  Goblins have long been siblings to their more powerful Dwarf counterparts. They were shorter, but that afforded them more agility... though Goblins were never ones to fight. Their most notable feature was their brightly colored skin, some black or green, the rare ones blue and white. Both races were born in mud and together they mapped the world. Timid and mischevious, Goblins never truly left their homes or labs. They were excellent inventors, craftsmen and no other race could match the swords the little architects made. Their technology soon passed the Dwarves drastically, though Goblins never left their friend's side.
  
  Shortly after creation, a third race joined the Cradle from a white mist, the Elves. A people of absolute grace and beauty, no other race could boast a connection to the earth quite like the pointy-eared druids. They were quick, sharp, their minds worked faster and they lived far longer than any other race. They lacked the bulky build of the Dwarves, but their thin blades would find a weak spot before anyone could blink.
  
  With the Elves, Dwarves and Goblins living together peacefully, a grand storm from the Eastern Sea brought a fleet of boats made of leaves and wood. On board was something far stranger than the older races had expected... Animal men that would later be known as Furres.
  
  Furres, much taller than dwarves and bulkier than Elves, spread at an alarming rate. No other race could match their senses, their ears detected the slightest gasp, their nose searched out the faintest of scents. They held every advantage imaginable, bird furres took to the skies, reptiles blended with their surroundings, sea furres controlled the rivers, they were the ultimate force. Minor battles were fought between the Elves and the Furres, both races sought governance over the forests on the Cradle.
  
  The battles would have continued had the Dwarves not intervened, even to this day Furres and Elves treat each other coldly...
  
  The Original Races they became... And they would exist for countless years until another race was born... Human.
  
  Humans were an evolved species of Furre. Ape. They grew far from the eyes of the Original Races and their emergence was greeted with immediate disdain. Humans were abominations, creatures of horrific design. They were once Furre, but no longer! They had become something more, something dark.
  
  Wars waged as Furres sought the immediate eradication of the Humans, Dwarves and Goblins stood for the new race's defense. Elves split down the middle, half joined for the new race while others sought subjugation of the infant species. The battles were bloody and lasted for years... until the Grand Event.
  
  High in the sky a portal of total darkness loomed dangerously close, it blocked the sun and covered the world in freezing winds. Stars fell from the sky as something twisted was born... Magic.
  
  Magic, a force of terrible corruption, dripping into the world from the portal above which quickly departed after a month... though the damage it caused was immense. Creatures that hungered for blood and chaos rose from the darkness, killing and reaping without remorse. Magic corrupted all of the races, killing and twisting them into monsters. The Original Race's bodies could not handle the treacherous force of magic. Some Wolf Furres mutated into werewolves, some Dwarves and Goblins hulked over and devolved into mindless moles that ate dirt and bone. Some Elves mutated into gross pale creatures of slender frame that decorated their woods in the skins of their brothers. They were not alone, thousands of monstrous races invaded the Cradle... just as the light of civilization was about to dim, Humanity took the reigns.
  
  Humans were not mutated by magic, they seemed immune to it! With the Original races weakened, Humanity marched a grand army forward and conquered the Cradle, monsters were driven into their holes, entire Elven, Furre, Dwarf and Goblin cities were wiped from existence... For Humanity was a race of evil. They were warlike, emotional. They lacked the agility of the Elves, the instinct of the Furres, the strength of the dwarves... but their passion for victory and bloodshed, that was their power. Nothing could stop Humanity. Hundreds of years became thousands of years. Humanity had built great kingdoms on the ruins of the Original Race's cities. Their towns and lordships stretched as far as the eye could see. The Original Races were permitted to live in the Human cities, though they were treated as hideous monsters. Racism was constant, especially as the years ticked by. The Dwarves had one city to themselves, same as the Elves... the Goblins lived with the Dwarves, but the Furres were left to the woods.
  
  Each of the Original Races could operate and live within Human borders, but they were never treated kindly...

• Her World Today

  The Human World War was squashed after ten years of constant fighting. Two human kingdoms in the South and an empire to the West was wiped out completely. Millions of lives felt the sting of the war, but much more would soon follow... For the bloodshed and chaos reawakened the monstrous races that lived underground. Ghouls, trolls, wraiths, vampires, banshees... Evil suddenly emerged again by the hundreds... And the Elves jumped to fight it.

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