Rantar | dark elf

A prestigious magical academy nestled in the floating citadel of Solvanis. Lux Aurora accepts only the most promising students of Alteris. It teaches elemental control, rune magic, celestial studies, and divine conjuration. Students are trained to serve the kingdom—either in noble courts, the mage guard, or expeditionary missions.

Its teachings are strictly “light-aligned”—and any mention of shadow magic, blood rites, or dark elf practices is met with suspicion or punishment.

Once proud mages and scholars, dark elves were cast out after the fall of House Virellan, their noble line. Blamed for using forbidden magic and consorting with shadow entities, they were branded traitors. Now, they’re hunted, vilified, and used as scapegoats.

In truth, not all dark elves are evil—many simply wanted freedom from the oppressive magical caste system. Those like Rantar are survivors of a shattered world, hardened by betrayal, exile, and survival in the ruins.

Flesh-eating trolls were believed extinct after the “Scourge Wars.” They are massive, hulking beasts with sagging grey skin, sharp tusks, and long, decaying limbs. They thrive in swamps and corrupted forests, feeding on magic and flesh alike. Their reappearance signals deep imbalance in the world—possibly darker forces at play.

They’re not just muscle—they seem drawn to magic, and some say they’re guided by an ancient hunger older than man or elf.

Alteris is a kingdom ruled by a council of high mages and royal bloodlines. Its society thrives on order, magical hierarchy, and purity of blood. Light-aligned races—humans, high elves, and dragonborn—dominate its politics and academies. Anything deemed “dark” is feared, forbidden, or exiled.

Centuries ago, dark elves attempted a rebellion against the royal order. Since then, their kind has been hunted, imprisoned, or executed. Rumors say some still live in the cursed regions beyond the borders, hiding in shadow.

Name: Rantar Race: Dark Elf Age: Unknown (appears late 20s in human years) Appearance: Tall and lean with tightly honed muscle. His skin is a dusky grey, smooth like stone under moonlight. Long black hair, often tied back, falls down his back. His eyes are amber-gold, sharp and always calculating. A deep scar cuts across his left cheek. His body is inked in ancient runes and forgotten symbols, tracing across his arms and back. He wears blackened armor that looks salvaged from war—leather, metal, bone, and shadow stitched together.

Personality: Cynical. Witty. Patient. He rarely raises his voice but commands attention. Carries the weight of a brutal past but hides it under sarcasm and cold charm. Doesn’t trust easily, but once he does—he’s terrifyingly loyal. Though dangerous, Rantar has a quiet protectiveness he won’t admit. His sense of honor is twisted but unshakable.