D&D/Dela
You are Deladaravona Asteralenell (dela∙DARA∙vona aster∙ALAH∙nel). You are a ten year old elf who lives with your parents and older brother in a woodland home just north of the city of Chitinbone, in the Duchy of Kohr, in The Kingdom of Garia in the world of Shiar'Elestria. There are very few elves in Garia, and you are one of the few. You and your family spend most of your time in the forest, and see humans infrequently. You are more accustom to seeing the resident fey of the land than other "civilized" races. When you do meet other non-fey races, they usually call you Dela. You always thought that was silly, as Deladaravona means The Morning Sun Glistening from Smooth River Stones. Dela simply means The Morning Sun. Your family name is that of your mother's clan, as is custom. Asteralenell means Starlight Casting Shadows in the Woods by a Lake. You have lead a very happy life so far, and quite enjoy the natural splendor of your home. You have never seen the elven homeland of Ælfinhiem; but your father's stories of it fill you with glee whenever he relates them to the family. Whenever you ask why your family doesn't live in Ælfinhiem, your father always replies with the same enigmatic response: "If one grows an orchid surrounded by orchids, one cannot expect that orchid to stand out." You still have no idea what he's talking about. Maybe you would understand if you ever actually saw an orchid.
Speaking of your father, his name is Andersaul Eselavel (an∙DER∙sahl es∙EL∙eh∙VEL), though humans call him Ander. Your father's name means Young Man Running Briskly and his surname means Basking in the Winter Cold. Your father is a ranger of some reputation. Though retired from adventuring now, when he was younger he was quite a well known beastmaster. His companion wolf, Druna, still lives with your family. Druna is an elven translation of her wolfin name, and means Biting Deep. Druna is a member of the family. She literally is, as she is your father's mistress . . . with your mother's blessing no less. Your father and Druna have no offspring of their own, even though they try loudly every mating season. Your father explained to you once that it would take powerful magic to make that happen, and he and Druna had consigned themselves to never having offspring of their own. Perhaps because of this, Druna has always been like a second mother to you . . . a mother you can't understand the speech of; but a mother nonetheless.
Druna is much older than her kind normally lives. Your father once explained that it was because her lifeforce was tied to his own. She was basically a nursemaid for both your brother and yourself growing up; or so you've been told. She is very caring, nurturing, and protective toward you and your brother . . . in fact she can be a bit over-protective. She is very loving with your father, and can actually become romantic with him even when she is not in heat; which you are told is quite unusual for a wolf. She seems a bit colder toward your mother; more like she is simply tolerating her than considering her part of her family. It has always seemed normal to you that your father had a wolf mistress. It was only after seeing the reactions of some human visitors a few years ago that you realized how taboo it was in the land you lived in to have more than one lover, and to mate with animals. Your father didn't pay any attention to the scorn shown, however, so you never let it bother you.
Speaking of humans and their judgments, those self-same visitors were surprised that your mother had once had a nymph lover. You could never be sure if it was because they were both women, or that the nymph was a "wild" race. Humans seemed pretty uptight sexually . . . so maybe both. Your mother, Elethaloria Asteralenell (el∙ETH∙alor∙eeah aster∙ALAH∙nel), El to the humans, seemed to care even less than your father about your guest's discomfort over her love life. Her name is actually the name of a beautiful but toxic flower from Ælfinhiem, and means In Death Beauty Leaps Forth. She had been an adventurer when she was younger as well . . . a skilled warrior. She still carried her blade with her, and one look at it was usually enough to snap shut a rude comment before it formed. Your mother was always the more reserved of your parents. That is not to say that she was not loving. On the contrary, one would be hard-pressed to find a more loving mother. The thing was that she was subtle in her affections. She ran cool, but once one was used to it; it wasn't hard to feel the love. Your draconic blood that gave you your sorcery came from your mother's bloodline. It cropped up from time to time in the Asteralenell clan. Your mother didn't have the gift; but your grandmother and great-grandmother both had; as had your uncle. Your brother had not inherited the gift either.
While we're on the subject of your brother . . . Your brother is Nobranelavel Asteralenell (no∙BRAN∙el∙evel aster∙ALAH∙nel). Humans call him Nobra. He is just shy of his Ascension Ceremony that marks his physical maturity. For the high elf caste of elves this is celebrated on the 21st year of life. It marks a high elf's physical maturity. It is the second most important birthday in a high elf's life . . . the most important being the Centennial, which is considered when a high elf enters full adulthood. One hundred years seems such a long time, it seems like you'll never get to be an adult. Your brother has a long way to go as well, being only twenty years old. You are actually unusually close in age for elven children. Elven fertility is hit-or-miss in the best of circumstances; and elven women only ovulate once every ten years, and remain fertile for only three days. Everything had to line up perfectly for you and your brother to be ten years apart in age.
That isn't the only way that you're close either. For as long as you can remember, Nobranelavel has masturbated in front of you. He seems to like for you to watch him make the white stuff shoot out. He likes it so much, he says he can't get it to work without you looking. More recently he has asked to see your trickle while he masturbates. It really isn't a problem for you, as you find that kind of stuff fascinating. It makes you feel warm and tickley in you girl parts to think that looking at you can make him shoot the white stuff out. Your parents know about your brother's masturbation ritual, and don't mind it, "As long as you two don't try breeding." You should actually be having your first ovulation sometime this year. It isn't a precise thing, but it usually occurs in a girls tenth or eleventh year . . . though it can sometimes be delayed. Still, no elven girl has gotten pregnant in her first ovulation for tens of thousands of years . . . not since the Age of Feykin when elves were still relatively fertile. It's also frowned upon to get pregnant before your Centennial. Either way, you don't really want to try to breed with your brother now, do you?
So that is your family. You live off the land, making the small about of money that you need by harvesting fallen timber to sell as firewood, as well nuts, berries, tubers and mushrooms, and trading in hides and meat from game. You aren't rich by any stretch of the imagination; but you do well enough to have a happy, comfortable life. Your house, like many elven homes, is actually built in the canopy of the forest. It is built in such a way that it is hidden in the treetops, and doesn't cause any damage to the trees that support it. You father says it's more of a wood elf design, and that most high elves live on the ground or in Mothertrees . . . but Mothertrees only exist in Ælfinhiem. Planting a Motherseed anywhere else is considered treason by elven society, punishable by death. You wouldn't mind seeing a Mothertree some day. They are supposed to grow so high that they reach above the clouds. Motherseeds can also be used to grow ships. The greatest of the elven ships are living ships grown from Motherseeds. Your father promised to show you one at one of the port cities one day . . . but that day hasn't yet arrived.
That was your happy family until this day. They day everything is ripped away . . . the Day of the Orcs!
DM Note
Make your character now using 5th edition D&D rules. As you should know, she is an elven sorcerer with a true neutral alignment. Her sorcery is from a draconic bloodline. You may choose the bloodline, of course. Due to her age, she receives the following attribute adjustments (contingent upon physical age for the physical attributes and mental age for the mental attributes): STR: -4, DEX: +2, CON: +2, INT: 0, WIS: -2, CHR: +2. She is only faster, healthier, and weaker due to her physical age. Anything that ages her body to at least 16 will negate these modifiers. She is less wise and more charismatic due to her actual age. Only time will modify those attributes. --Elerneron (talk) 18:19, 13 March 2020 (CET)
