The plains elves were not a well known race. For they kept quiet keeping their people and their beauty safe.
The plains elves were gorgeous creatures. Unlike the woodland elves with their pale skin and light hair the plains elves were full of lively color.
Hair varying from a sun kissed gold to a deep chocolate, with eyes like sparkling gold or emeralds framed by long dark lashes.
The women had generous curves a way of seduction about them. Voluptuous pink lips and carefully plucked eyebrows was a common trait amongst both the male and female elves.
The males were slender in frame but with a generous amount of muscle. Strong jaws and straight noses was a common trait amongst them.
Adasser was a male plains elf. He had hair of the richest chocolate and eyes as green as the finest emeralds. His innocent eyes and pouted lips made him a sought after specimen. Though he remained pure as the day he was born wide eyes and all.
He was part of the royal family, third in line to the throne. He knew the throne would never fall into his hands and the was fine. He was content lounging in the sun all day and riding for miles atop his favorite mount, Loborphen.
He was the palace decoration, not high enough in ranking to be involved with political affairs but still apart of the family. He has trained privately inn the art of sword fighting but he was not a warrior. Yes, he was ranked top and would beat any opposing person but he did not enjoy it.
He was a soft hearted gentle creature. He lived for beauty not war.
Adasser was a rarity in his race. His people were all beautiful warriors. Distracting and deadly.
So as he spent his days as the palace ornament he did not mind.