AGE: 50 (In human years) 20 (in elvish years) Appears 20-ish.
HEIGHT: 6'3
WEIGHT: 150lbs
RACE: Royal Elf
FAMILY: Mother: Lucerenn (Royal Elf), Father: Malachyte (Deceased), Siblings: None, Mate: Taima (Foxgirl), Children: Lynna (daughter)
PHYSICAL DESC: Druce has green eyes, and silver/white-ish hair. He tends to favor greens and browns, clothing-wise. His ears are long and pointed, and like and royal-elf he values them greatly. Most male royal-elves would have lose their Johnson over one or both of their ears. He has the hereditary (meaning he's born with it like this) marking of his pure line on his cheek, and displayed proudly on his clothing, as well as tattooed on one arm. Druce does NOT have wings.
BRIEF HISTORY: Druce was born to a long line of well-renowned Royal elves. Royal elves so named for being the purest line of elves, untainted by other races since the first elves walked the cliffs. While a lot of Royal elves are raised to be prejudiced, and feel priveleged, Druce's family had never really adhered strictly to their own line. They were a powerful enough family to get away with it. Their lineage was so well known, that even the hybrid children spawned off mixed marriages were treated as citizens rather then the servants they often became. Because of this, though Druce did feel pride to be of such pure lineage, and his pride often shifted to plain arrogance and entitlement. Being appointed royal bodyguard to prince Zev at a young age didn't neccisarily deflate his ego. Zev however was perfectly wonderful at keeping him in check. Despite his Prince status, he was always humble, and soft-natured, and the pair remained good friends up until Zev came of age. Zev didn't want to be king, and so he ran away. In the time of zev's absence an aspiring group of Tyrants seized the throne and killed his father, making themselves the royal council. Putting their prejudice to work, they cast all half breeds into slavery. For the span of Zev's fathers rule, the slavery that was rampant in the lands around the Elven capitol had been kept at bay, but with the tyrants seizing the capitol the uneasy decree that outlawed slavery was cast aside. This came as a delight to Elven socialites living in the capitol, that had always been annoyed by the decree. Druce however disliked this idea, though he was suddenly in no position to complain as the council had forbidden him from finding zev. So he took as many slaves as he could, legally, under his wing, to protect them from the crueltys of other masters. Eventually he began to operate an underground railroad of sorts. During this time one slave wormed her way into his heart, intending to use him to gain her freedom. In the end she ended up running away when she realized she was in over her head, breaking his heart. He went looking for her, fully determined to install on her the punishments reserved for runaway slaves, and when her found her finally, he managed to get himself into a bit more trouble than he'd anticipated.
PERSONALITY: Hes proud, arrogant, and just generally unpleasant. He has the air of a royal-elf drunk with power, looking down his nose at any, and all whom he deems inferior. At least at first anyway. Over the years he grows into a more upstanding, honor-bound (not to mention pleasant) person to be around. And though his attitude is still generally, judgmental and demanding, people at least respect him, instead of abhorring him.
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