Thread: The Half-elf and Her Giant ::Haru|Bear::

NSFW picture in post! Name Elonwyn Fairchild Nickname Elon Race Half-elf Height 510 Weight 265 Physical Appearance and Personality Elons appearance is much like her personality - soft and inviting. Shes a gentle soul and it shows in the innocence of her face and the smile that typically adorns it. Being only half-elf, she is rather tall for a woman but has a curvier build than a typical elf. Luckily, she has been blessed with her elven mothers unnatural hair color, which makes her a unique sight to see. Her mother is the last of a long line of elf royalty, though the line has been diluted and her claim to power is long since diminished. Still seen as a respected figure in Ikvael, it was a shock when it was found that she had been impregnated by a tryst with a human male. Bronwen, a beautiful elf herself opted not to tell the human of the existence of his child, instead keeping her a secret and raising her alone. Elon has lived a rather pampered life in Ikvael due to her odd genetics, as she looks much like elves but lacks some of the powers they do. Her life span is diminished by her human blood as is her ability to withstand attacks, but her elf blood gives her minimal powers in magic. She has become rather adept at working with plants and can command them with the use of magic, though it drains her physically to do so. Since she grew up almost like a royal, Elon was sheltered from most of the nastiness of the outside world - Ikvael has been a haven for elfkind and has kept them safe within its walls. Elon has grown curvaceous due to the lavish lifestyle and wishes more of herself - she craves to know more of the people she came from and the man her father was. She has the light of wonder in her eyes and is forever an optimistic. Background Elonwyn is the only child of Bronwen, the last of a long line of royalty. Through the years her regal bloodline has been diminished through inter-breeding and inter-species breeding. Her mother is the last of the true elves and gave birth only to Elon once she discovered herself pregnant after a night of lusty passions in the meadors with a human ranger. Faced with a decision of living a more mortal life and having a complete family or raising her daughter alone as an immortal, Bronwen made what choice she felt she had to. Scared and unsure of what kind of future a human could provide for her, she ran home to the city of her own childhood. Back at Ikvael, she was given the best of elven care that could be provided and spent the rest of her pregnancy in relative secrecy. It was her greatest kept secret that her child would be a halfling until she was born, with hair that was very much elven but the weight and weakness of a human. Though raising a child alone was hard, Bronwen found that she never lacked in willing assistance when it came to caring for Elon. From a rather young age she proved to be a delightful girl to be around, with an optimistic nature and a mind full of dreams. She has the energy of most children and has been a beacon of light and hope that there could be peace between the elves and the humans. Not all have agreed with this. Despite Elons quiet, gentle, and happy nature, the regal elves whose bloodline has not been seen as sullied with human blood view her as a creature that does not belong in the city. They feel she will one day fall prey to the same wants of every man -- power, money, sex, or land. They feel that it is only a matter of time before her true nature is shown. Rumors were started in her early teens about the identity of her father, most of which her mother shielded her from hearing. Instead of permitting them to filter back to Elon, she elected instead to fill her mind with stories of her father - a brave ranger that met Bronwen in the woods. As adept with blade as he was a bow and handsome more than the elves were, with long hair that flowed past his shoulders and dark eyes that seemed to capture her soul. She had been taken with him when shed stumbled upon him hunting boar in the forest, and their brief but passionate time together had been the best few nights of her life. Elon was told mostly fiction of the man, as Bronwen had been left with little more than a name and an inn that she could find him at if she dared to bed him again. Hed been brazen in his affections towards her, and she had wanted so desperately to chase him into the world of man Unknowingly, Bronwen built a figure in the young girls mind of a man that was everything a father should be. He was adventurous and strong, virtuous and good. Elon yearned to know more about him. To distract Elons ever-growing sense of adventure and her craving to know the man that fathered her, Bronwen started to teach her what little magic she could. Elon proved to be a quick learner and optimistic enough to continue trying though her magic skills were far from what they would have been if she were a true elf. Elons magic seemed to be limited to plant life and some animals, though she could produce small illusions spells - balls of light or temporary darkness. The magic was not enough to keep her wandering mind at bay, and on the eve of her coming of age ceremony, she ran from her home and into the woods with what little she could scavenge, with a silly notion and endless optimism that somewhere. Somewhere out there was her father, and not a world of dangers. She was far from home, so very far from home and perhaps the worse part of it all was that she did not truly even know where home was anymore. It had been nearly a week since she'd seen a friendly face and closer to 9 days since she'd left her mother in the middle of the night. The walls ofher home had been closing in and her true calling had been singing to her like a siren song in the night. She had to find her history -- her origin. Her father . A man of passion turned to man of myth. It led her here, to the woods outside of Magnimar, a city she was too terrified to enter. She'd been lingering here in the forests for days, her knowledge of plants giving her enough she could eat but not enough she would be able to live indefinitely.Her magic could only go so far. Elon considered it nearly a lost cause...Until he came. Surely a giant of his own, the man loomed even over herself, her eyes watching him pass as she stood cloaked behind a tree.Her outfit didn't hold her well in the weather or defend her from elements, but she blended well with the scenery, her only tell being her hair. Her curiosity in the man was too much to squash, her eyes watching his back as he continued his seemingly leisurely stroll through the forest towards the city. There was something in him that made her want to follow. Her mouth couldn't stay quiet. I-- Wait! She called for him still from her hiding spot, stepping out after a last moment's hesitation. Wait!