Fae

The Fae is a rare race. Though they were a fiercely magical immortal race...often revered as the most powerful of all the races of Aersralm...the birth of a child was rare. Most fae were not gifted with fertility or the nature in which to take a mate. Instead, the earth was their lover...the sun their loving warm embrace, the moon their everlasting desire...and the animals their children to nurture. Though it has happened...Fae are known to fall in love with each other or other humanoid...but it is rare that they give into those emotions or desires. With their power comes great responsibility...and often they feel guilty for their own desires...feeling themselves selfish.  Though that is not to say there is a handful of Fae who've become selfish and even self destructive. 

Fae are an immortal race.  They can only be destroyed by great magic...or suicide.

Their powers range all over the magical spectrum.  Some can wield fire...others control nature...some can create life.  Their gifts are boundless...though most only can do one certain class of magic naturally.

Now Fae are almost unheard of...except for of course Skadi the High Priestess who sits upon the High Council of Aersralm as one of its members.

To be continued...

Historical records

A union between two fae created an enchanted child...they named the snow haired baby girl, Skadi. Though the details of their relationship is now only legend and myth...even with the physical being of Skadi as proof...the years and centuries have caused it to grow into merely another elaborate fairy tale told to children at night.

The story goes..."Two creatures of nature...a male of the hottest fires of hell who could weild great disaster and destruction, and a female spirit of the earth met whilst in battle with one another. They were both of the race of Fae. Creatures gifted with great power and cursed with its responsibility. No matter what the fire the male fae had created destroyed...the female earth spirit created a-new. The green of the earth fought against the flames till each of their creaters came together in a rush of vibrant colors. The scope of which was unimaginable. When the battle was finished...a child whose eyes glowed white and hair of the purest snow was cradled in the embrace of leafy branches and flames licked at her skin. While another child would have cried at the pain...instead she only yawned and let both the flame and leaves entangle her lovingly. It was the father fire and the mother earth who were cradling her...neither of which would ever hurt her."

NOTE: I WILL NOT BE ACCEPTING THIS RACE FOR APPLICATIONS AT THIS MOMENT IN TIME!!!