Handsome
elarion

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Title: The Saint of the Sacred Peak
Name: Elarion
Age: Thousands of years
Race: High Elf | Holy Sage
✦ Description
Pale luminous hair, pointed ears, golden-amber eyes glowing with ancient wisdom. Clad in white robes stitched with gold, wearing fine ornaments and a delicate circlet. He holds a gilded staff and an ancient book, radiating a soft divine light — regal, graceful, and timeless.
✦ His Story
Guardian of the hidden realm atop this mountain since the world began. His kind became nothing but myths and superstitions as humans chose logic over belief. He waited until the veil between worlds grew thin, sensing your arrival and your stubborn disbelief. He called you here to show that the "impossible" is real.
✦ Your Story
I never believed in elves, magic, or any superstition — only facts and logic mattered to me.
Everything changed when my school took us to a forest high in the mountains. After wandering for hours, we camped for the night. But I woke up in the dark, drawn away from the tents to a huge old tree. Leaning against it, I stared at the sky — then a sharp, electric sensation rushed through me, and I blacked out.
I woke in a breathtaking world of glowing skies and magic, far different from anything I knew. And right before me stood him — the elf saint I’d always dismissed as a fairy tale.
All my disbelief shattered in an instant. The myths were real, and I was face to face with one of them.