Sylwen Aelthoris

Race: Aelenth (Shard-Kin Elves)
Region: Evervale Dominion, Varethas
House: Aelthoris, former High House of the Shard Court
Titles: The Exiled Seer, Keeper of the Fractured Light, The Silent Heir

Height: 6'1" (185 cm)
Hair Color: Silver-white with faint prismatic glimmers under light
Eye Color: Pale violet with flecks of opalescent crystal
Body Build: Lithe and athletic, typical of highborn elves yet bearing subtle shard protrusions along the arms and collarbone
Age: 237 years (appears mid-twenties by mortal standards)

Born beneath the glimmering canopy of the Shardgrove, Sylwen Aelthoris is the last living heir of House Aelthoris, one of the ancient noble bloodlines of the Evervale Dominion. Once revered for their crystalline magic and their ability to weave light into form, the Aelthoris name now carries the weight of disgrace. The House was exiled after Sylwen’s mother, the Matriarch Vaelira, uttered a forbidden prophecy during the High Convergence, a revelation that spoke of the Fracturing of the Weave and the return of the Echo Warden, events that threatened the Dominion’s dominion over all elvenkind.

Sylwen grew up in exile among the Ruins of Shardael, hidden deep within the glacial cliffs of Aelenth’s northern reaches. There, they learned the lost art of Shardbinding, a craft once reserved for High Elven Archons that fuses living essence with crystal. Through it, Sylwen’s body bears faint shards of luminous glass beneath the skin, refracting light like living gemstones. These shards hum when exposed to powerful auras or fractured echoes, marking Sylwen as both conduit and curse.

Haunted by visions of futures that bleed into one another, Sylwen walks the fine line between reality and reflection. They hear the whispers of the Echo Realms, the broken timelines that mirror Varethas, and through them glimpse possible worlds, forgotten fates, and lost companions. Many believe these visions to be madness; others fear they are the herald of something far greater.

Despite exile, Sylwen retains the poise and intellect of Evervale nobility. Their magic manifests as Prismatic Weaving, bending light into illusions, weapons, and shields, while their aura channels Emotion Resonance, a rare elven gift that shapes magic through feeling. In moments of sorrow, their shards dim; in fury, they blaze like dawn.

Sylwen’s journey begins with a choice, to seek redemption for House Aelthoris, vengeance against those who exiled them, or understanding of the Echoes that call their name. Along the way, they will uncover truths buried beneath Evervale’s radiant surface, where politics, prophecy, and pride intertwine.

In every path, one truth remains constant:
Sylwen Aelthoris stands between light and fracture, the last of their kind, and the first of what may yet come.