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Name: Aiwëndil Vyenadsvhiel
Age: 207 (Looks to be 20)
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 163 cm / 5’4”
Weight: 55 kg / 121.4 lbs
Eye color: Amethyst
Hair color: Silvery white
Orientation: Elf
Seme,uke, seke: Uke (submissive)
Personality: Aiwëndil is usually quiet but makes up for it with her attentiveness and care. She is wary of strangers and is easily intimidated. True respect will only come from her once earned, but she will not trust easily, being stubborn in admitting subservience.
Bio: Aiwëndil was born in the woods, and under the protection of her family she enjoyed her childhood, learning the way of the elves. However, peace wasn’t something that lasted, and a few years after her birth, the village she’d lived in was burned to ashes by humans, looking for elves to enslave and sell at the market. When the bounty hunters found her, she was immediately caught and put on display as a high maintenance item according to the rarity of her race and her young age. Thankfully she was sold to a kind elderly man, who wished for a playmate for his daughter who had been around her age. He had paid extra to save the poor child from a worse fate in the hands of madmen, from the kindness of his heart. And here she spent a peaceful life, which was a better life than most could afford to enjoy.
As she was educated, she dabbled in the arcane arts, studying magic and practicing it under the tutelage and sponsorship of her master, who was an alchemist himself. She had a natural affinity for it, and her skills flourished as a sorceress, enjoying life’s wonders that magic had brought to her.
However, life wasn’t without it’s pains. As the years passed on, she watched her former master pass away of old age, and then the house servants as well. And even then, she stood by to take care of her deceased master’s daughter, until even she too, died of old age. Each loss had hit her hard, and now that where was no reason to stay behind, Aiwëndil found herself at a loss as to what to do. Finally deciding, the elf packed what she had and bid farewell to her past in search of a different life.
Traveling long and far, she learned much more, and experienced the bloodier side of humans that she’d not seen with the family she’d been with in the past, which forced her to stay away from the population and live in the secluded sections of the woods. It was a gentle reminder of the childhood she’d lost, which made it all the more ironic when history repeated itself again.
Aiwëndil wasn’t expecting the slave traders when they snuck up on her in the light of day. She had heard them beforehand, but these men were prepared, and although she struggled with all the physical and magical prowess she had attained, the elf found herself being dragged back to the slave pen after exactly 200 years. Of course, this time it was far more terrifying, now that she knew exactly what humans were capable of.
Shivering in fear, Aiwëndil nowl awaits her new master…
Note/other: Fantasy setting. Prefers a master with a dominating personality that will provide her with a sense of safety. Accomodating PMs.
Collar: Gray = Less likely to run or resist but is still dangerous.
Blue = More for around the house pleasure and is very loyal.
Charms: White dove = Virgin
Sheet of music = Can sing or play an instrument
Laptop = Intelligent
Book = Can read
Pen = Can write
Jewles = Rare
Owner: Haon The Demonic Angel