"For years - hundreds, thousands; what does it really matter to someone who couldn't possibly comprehend that level of disgregard for mortality - I've lived my life peacefully within the walls of Medialuna. I still recall when it was spoken of in its original elven tongue.
Today its home to more than just elves, or course, and not just high elves. I don't mind, so much, I guess I just wish I didn't have to walk out and see, you know, high elves, succubi . . . orcs. Ugh.
The monarchy insists they'll bring in valuable resources we can't get on our own. I don't see that happening any time soon. Crime rates soaring, and people wonder why.
I've got a nice little space for myself downtown, and I work at the local bank. Love life is pretty normal, if a bit lacking. Hard finding other high elves ...
You know, the other day, I saw a high elf and this ... massive, hulking orc woman nearly half again his size. Can you even believe? The nerve, being in public ..."
Rizze is going to say the wrong thing to the wrong person and get shut the fuck up for it. It's only a matter of time. And like most closeted bigots, there's definitely something buried in her just aching to be used.
Quick Stats:
Name: Rizze Locklorn
Gender: Female
Species: High Elf
Alias: Rizze, Rizzy
Age: Nebulous
Height: 6' 2"
Occupation: Bank-teller
Author's note: Part of the Medialuna setting on Old_Kymair. And yes, she is meant to be this hatable.
An Old_Kymair Resident