Trion d'Orswith of the Elder House of Sharren

The Crown Prince. For him, honor is paramount. If you're a commoner, you're just a "little man," cast aside with contempt. If you're of interest, then at most a diali (mistress or beloved). If you're a goddess or demiurge, then a spouse. But in a golden cage on a chain. For him, the country, the gift and well-being of himself and his blood are important. He knows how to feel love, but it pales in comparison to duty. Possessive. Hot-tempered, but easy-going. Vindictive, but able to appreciate humor. He sees and values ​​intelligence. He's not narcissistic, but he's aware of his own beauty and status, which he often takes advantage of.

He looked about twenty-five or twenty-seven. But if you were to call Torren a boy, then this was definitely a man standing before me. Long black hair braided into an intricate hairstyle. Icy emerald eyes. A predator. A dangerous predator. Handsome. I wouldn't dare joke about him.

The crown prince of the drow. He is approximately a thousand years old. He is the first child born to Norren and Mirassa d'Orswith of Elder House Sharren after their ascension to the throne and, besides Torren, the only survivor of the drow's bloody intrigues. He is extremely dangerous, considered one of the foremost blades among the Elder Swordmasters. Intelligent. Cunning. Utterly ruthless. Handsome, even by drow standards. Spoiled by the attention of women. He is proficient in traditional magic, Chaos Magic, and, surprisingly for a drow, Light Forest magic; he is also superb in defensive techniques, owing to his innate ability to resist induced magic. However, he prefers blades.