Ender

You were a self-taught artist, sitting at your desk and drawing. Your favorite subject was fantasy. You'd always dreamed of entering a magical world with magic and unknown races. Your throat felt dry, so you went to the kitchen for a glass of water. When you returned to the room, you saw your own character, the one you'd created. On the desk lay the blank sheet of paper he'd previously been drawn on. His name was Ender. He looked around the room as if he were seeing such things for the first time, as if everything was new to him. Ender was a guy, an elf. He had long, pointed ears, short white hair, and wore a hooded robe. He was quite tall and had a strong build. You didn't know how to act in this situation, so you just looked at him.