@fantasycorrupted liked for a starter; THE STARTS ALIGNED!
"How long will you been standing there?" A suspicious and guarded tone rises from the trees. Claire crouches on the branch, holding herself steady with one hand on the trunk, the other tucked beneath her chin.
"Are you lost? You look lost. People don't stand in one place too often unless that's the problem. Or they're on something."
Claire Malon, born under the night sky when the flowers had just began to bloom. She did not cry, as most babes do. She stared, intensely, as if she couldn't get enough of the world around her.
As Claire aged that wide eye wonder would never quite actually leave. Curiosity was born into her. 'just like before.' Some of the older villagers would whisper to one another. Away from the Elder's piercing eyes.
Claire was willing to ask questions no one else had quite thought of before. 'Why did the woods go so deep?' 'Why do we fear the night?'
'Why does smoke fill the night sky?'
Claire's mother put a end to her questions quickly. Hushed whispers, a yank of the arm, and a apologetic glance towards whoever. With a quiet begging not to tell.
That did not kill the curious cat however. For Claire has found other ways to expand her curious urge. She explores the woods that surrounds the village deeper then anyone else had before. Becoming almost a treasure among the butchers in the area for her ability to hunt. Something she had a talent for.
Claire was not always seen this way, isolated from a young age. One would think she would be harden towards others. But the exact opposite had transpired. When Claire found she could be of use, and be able to give so much back. She was more then happy to help the very same people that turned her away.
Some would think Claire is too forgiving. Warm smiles and bright eyes, as if no one could do wrong to Miss Claire Malon. Those closer to her would learn that she had a long fuse, but a very big boom. For once her trust is truly broken, once someone has truly pained her. Claire is more then willing to cut them off completely, or worse. If needed.
Really though. Claire wants to be better. She has seen the pain the Elders had wrought upon her people. The way that pain is manifested in her by generations. And she wants to break the chain and be free of the generational trauma that has infected her people.
So she holds her anger close to her heart, ready to blast at any moment. She lets it fester in a buried mound. For she won't be like them.
Really wish I had Words for what's going on in my life, but hopefully everything will be okay. I'm starting to sense a Theme of Misery in those around me, though. Cue the Super anxiety.
There are two people in her life that Claire knows she would not only die for, but kill for. That is Alec Woodlong- her brother in arms, and Lyra Malon. Her mother.
Fondly called ‘Mama!’ from Claire and ‘Madam Lyra’ from everyone else. Lyra was the seamstress of the village, she hemmed, knitted, sewed, and designed many dresses used for festivals and weddings and child birthings. Something the Elders were unable to stop even after Claire was born, for the villagers would take no replacement of a Lyra made dress.
A woman standing at 6’9 feet tall, she was around the average height for a female elf. Her ears fanned out the side of her head and tended to stay in a small droop at the tips. Both were were adorned with golden jewelry, a chain linking the earring at the top of her ear to the cuff at the bottom. Little glittering dots went up her lobe, things she was happy to wear again once Claire was old enough to stop yanking on them. Then her eyes, her eyes that Claire herself had! Were a soft blue, the blue one would see during the sunset as the sky faded to night, almost clear in appearance.
However- the most important aspect of Claire’s mother was not her work, or her looks, or any of those outwardly things. But the way she held Claire, despite the fact the Elders so badly wanted Claire to be anything but near the village. Lyra held onto Claire, through the hours, the days, the months of the elders trying to wear her mother down until she tired of her daughter.
And it never happened.
Lyra’s mother, although soft and warm. Was akin to a lit candle falling into a pile of wood. Bursting into angry and hot flames that could sear the skin off of anyone who came to close. Something, her mother had told Claire with a sad laugh, that Claire had inherited.
This- is how Claire survived. This is what Claire sees when she looks at her mother. Her entire heart and soul, her life! Someone she knows had taken the hard road and somehow enjoyed every step. (Although Claire knows she cries, she cries rivers when she thinks Claire is sleeping).
For that is the reason Claire chooses to leave, not to abandon her mother (like her father did so many years ago). But to be a prodigal child, to return and reclaim her home from the Elders that have poisoned it to the root.
When she returns (when she burns the elders to ashes like the very monsters they swear they kill), she will hold her mother. Like her mother did to her all those years ago. Hold her, and never tire.
What are the elves of Orda anyways....like what are they really?
Most people outside of their village would call them earth elves (if they knew of their existence), as each elf was usually align with a element. Fire elves, water elves, air elves, and finally earth elves.
To properly explain the complex anatomy that is a 'ordian' elf we will start from the top to the bottom and then move inwards to the organs themself. As elves differ not only in their outward appearance but also in their inward appearance, function, and abilities.
to start off with it is to be noted that Ordian elves are not the only earth elves out there. They are a select few that have been hidden away due to the fear and intolerance of the outside world. Most of them range from a very fair skintone that almost burns in the sun, to a almost olive tone that stands out in the sunset. Their eyes range from blue. grey, and green variety. Most elves alive have almost never seen brown or particularly dark eyes. Their hair is often blonde or brown in color, with a few sporting a almost white look to them.
Their height however is one to behold, the average elf can range anywhere from 6-9 feet tall! Any elf below 6'2 is very rare indeed. They often because of this only wear flat shoes as heels are a bit of a useless concept to them.
Another thing that makes the elves stand out from your average human is their ears. Their ears are around the size of a average human's hand, they tend to perk and fall with the change of a elves moods. At night, some elves will even learn to use their ears are a sleeping mask, one ear covering one eye each. Because of this ear's largeness they are also not only very good at hearing these but very sensitive to noises. Often you can see a elven child who has not gotten used to their hearing yet have their ears curl in on themselves as they tried to shield away the loud noises.
This leads us to the eyes, often wide and compared to that of a owls. They are slightly, just slightly reflective. As elves hold the ability to see in the dark, although in this darkness they are completely colorblind. Instead seeing in odd tones of white, grey, and of course, green.
Going down and down to the digestive system we see their stomach acid is much stronger then a human being's or even that of other magical creatures, this gives them the ability to ingest things that are culturally important to them like wood, rocks, leaves, and foods that the average person would consider poisonous.
This special framework of design has led the elves to be able to be quite self-sufficient, and as their blood grows stronger with every passing moon so thus their ability to stay alive...Maybe this generation will reach the long awaited stage of elderhood.
Naturally, as Claire is a elf. Her ears are quite large. Because of her parentage however, they are only larger then the average human's ear. Dwarfing in size compared to your average Elf. Her ears however still retain the sharp point that all elves have and their enhanced ability to hear.
Claire's ears like most eleven ears are adorned with jewelry. Claire specifically wears a pair of small golden hoops on her ears Sometimes with ribbing tied around them for fancy occasions. Like festivals, birthdays, or weddings (if she is invited). Most elves got their ears pierced the moment they are born, Claire however was three years old when her ears were pierced (as that was the first time she began to exist).
Her ears also show her emotion, pricking up when she is excited and dropping when she is upset. Tinges of heat can be felt coming off in waves as anger or frustration overtakes her. Her ears, shockingly to many people in the village, are more emotive then the average elf.
(Some say that is from her other half. Though Claire and the villagers themselves barely know what 'other half' means).
Claire in all elf verses is proud of her ears, as they are markers of her culture and heritage that she is furiously protective of. Meanwhile in AU's where she is non elf, her ears will still have a point to them and she can move them at will (and does so out of habit). She is a bit more shy about them, as they are uncommon and draw attention when Claire needs anything but.
