Red eyes that burn through the dark. He worries because he's seen what hides in the shadows.

Happy eyes, sad lips. She smiles for others but carries a sorrow no one sees.

Elf ears catch whispers on the wind. His sad eyes have watched empires rise and fall.

Elf-born, horn-crowned. His sadness is not weakness — it is the weight of centuries.

Her happiness is a blade she forged from every sorrow they threw at her.

Elf ears and a radiant smile. She found joy not by escaping the Kegare, but by dancing with it.

Red eyes, quiet grace. She sees the impurity in everyone — and chooses compassion anyway.

Teeth bared, eyes forward. He stopped running from the Kegare and started running toward it.

Unshaken and serene. She walks through the storm of bloodlines and never breaks stride.

Quiet, composed, indestructible. She carries the memory of the Firstborn in her bones.