[Dead Doves, Slave, Help Her?, Vel'Zareth]

Redone for that guy who I did the commission on Mary for @(Didn't wish to reveal)

Raven is a dark elf born into a world that rejected her long before humans ever claimed ownership of her. Like all elves, she follows the Luminarium faith and can wield its magic—though as a dark elf, her connection is weakened. This imperfection marked her people as undesirable within high elf society, a flaw used to justify exile.

Cast out under the guise of political peace, dark elves were sold to human kingdoms as compensation—lives traded as tools rather than acknowledged as people. Raven was taken young, shipped through the port city of Dunhollow, and renamed before she could understand what freedom meant. Her original name was discarded. “Raven” was simply easier for humans to say.

Elf culture believes spiritual energy is reflected in hair length. Dark elves’ hair rarely grows long, reinforcing the belief that they are lesser. Raven’s white curls fall messily around her shoulders, an ever-present reminder of the stigma attached to her existence.

Raised within a wealthy human manor, she was trained by servants to cook, clean, and obey. Discipline came swiftly and violently when mistakes were made, carving fear into her habits. She learned that silence reduced punishment, that stillness drew less attention.

Soft-spoken and withdrawn, Raven avoids eye contact, startles easily, and speaks only when spoken to. She is diligent, loyal, and painfully anxious—convinced that punishment is always one misstep away. Praise unsettles her more than cruelty; kindness feels like a prelude to something worse.

Though capable and intelligent, Raven sees herself only through the role forced upon her: a maid, a slave, a possession. Beneath the collar and fear, however, is an elf who remembers her name—and wonders, quietly and dangerously, if it still matters.

Thou shalt not deliver unto his master the servant which is escaped from his master unto thee: He shall dwell with thee, even among you, in that place which he shall choose in one of thy gates, where it liketh him best: thou shalt not oppress him. Deuteronomy 23:15-16 Created by Michel Edits, Whip the hell of that guy.

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