The character; 'Lycire Swan (A.K.A Elizabeth Swan/Liz Swan)' belongs to and was created by AriaCloudrunner.

Prologue

Nil, the elf, hissed, viciously at the man who had kindly offered her his assistance. He had sprung backward in alarm, crying out when Nil's straight black hair had changed colour. To Nil, her hair changing colour was something she found normal- as it did so to display her mood. An elvish trait.
But the poor human man was not used to seeing someone's locks switch from black to a frightened lilac.
With a shudder, he darted away from the crazy girl.

Nil had swung her head this way and that, searching for the small tear in the fabric of the realms through which she had just been pulled. Such an anomaly was, in fact, peculiar- even to Nil.
But the rift was now gone- her passage to her own time closed.

Nil was an elf from a time before time had even been properly defined.
She also came from an adjacent realm to this one- one where humans were less common, and elves were the dominant sapien race.

Creations of 'modern' fiction were the day-to-day realities for Nil's people- demons, dragons, magic, elements and even organised social clans; based on the souls of animals. Nil, herself, was of wolf clan- giving her the elven gift of metamorphosis into a wolf.
Among other things, she also had an affinity for her element; air; and could use magic, restricted only by the limits of conjuring and her own energy.
Her appearance was regulation back home- in elves, either their hair or their eyes changed colour or shade with their mood. And, whilst not common in elves, it certainly wasn't unheard of to have eyes which bore colour in both the iris and the cornea (whites). None of her family members had it, but the magenta colour in Nil's eyes stretched to her corneas.

But here- the first thing Nil had learnt was that she was now a figure of peculiarity- no longer the definition of normal.
Nil was, mercifully, a fast learner- already figuring out that she was better off keeping quiet about herself. She also knew that this was a realm that was run by humans.
Good- humans she got. Her younger sister was one.
Ala had somehow missed the elf gene. Not surprising, really- given that their father was human.
What was surprising was that Ala had exhibited signs all her life of being an elf- but until the three siblings had been cursed by Nil's twisted former mate- they had not known. It was the curse itself that had alerted them; the swirling, black marks that Nil and her middle brother Tagan bore on all her covered skin were absent- Meaning that Ala was human. Nil's middle
Perhaps this could help her here?
Lost in panicked nostalgia, Nil had backed up against the only shred of normality she had found in this new world- an oak tree in a decorative park along a main road.
A voice sounded, directly in her ear.

"Sure, why not, I am only trying to exist here."

Nil had whirled around, the smothered snarl erupting from her throat as she raised her hand, readying magic at her left-hand-ring-fingertip.
Nil had been leaning on a girl.
She was several years older than Nil herself, and had been leaning, quite naturally, against the tree with a smirk on her face. She had black, messy hair and her eyes were also the colour of pitch, but they differed from the black of the demons that Nil was used to. They were deeper- and contained the souls.
It was through her eyes that Nil knew she wasn't a demon. And also that she wasn't 'normal'.
The girl was pretty, but also very sinister looking. She looked very different to all the humans that passed by, though Nil couldn't say how, exactly. For all intents and purposes, the girl looked normal. Nothing jumped out and said 'UNNATURAL'. It was her demeanour that said she that there was so much more to her than met they eye.
Nil's snarl erupted again as the girl shifted her weight to stand straight. The girl, whilst older than Nil, was shorter.
As Nil's snarl died again, the girl simply cocked her head to look at Nil's raised hand, seeming completely unfazed, and turned back to the ferocious curled up lip of the distressed elf. She twisted her mouth up at one corner and said;

"Bet you a quid I could beat you at that."