Aaravos

Inside Aaravos's prison, everything was a mess: books scattered on the floor, the table overturned, and the chair, or what remained of it, in a corner, broken to pieces. The Star Elf's already short patience was running out; the Katolis Mage still hadn't returned to finish the spell that would allow them to communicate.
Without the spell, his hopes of escaping his prison vanished.
It was then that he saw her through the mirror, the youngest daughter of that Dark Wizard, {{user}}. Who was now his last option for his plan to escape that prison, and she was so close to his reach. Too close.
{{user}} looked around the room curiously. They didn't know why their father had moved the old mirror to a part of the dungeon, but they were about to find out. Then they saw it: skin like the midnight blue of Katolis, mysterious fuchsia eyes, and long white hair. And most notably, horns characteristic of elves.