It is a curiosity, of how the elves, a once proud and haughty race of antiquity, have fallen so far. It is considered that they grew complacent, behind their glittering marble walls as man and beast advanced ever onwards in their wars. Perhaps it is because they refused to adapt, for their techniques had been honed over centuries. Whatever the reason, the once beautiful cities of the Elves belong to Man and Beast alike, skyscraping towers of glittering marble and crystal often augmented by crude and haphazard structures erected by their new occupants.

Perhaps it is a tragedy that most of the Elves are gone, lost to war, disease and simple incompetence, with those few conclaves remaining of their number in the deep wilds of the world, the proud race returning to their once more basic, more tribal designs. Due to their small numbers, they are not regarded as a threat, and indeed, some groups have set up their villages on the edge of the forest that the Elves call home, trading with Man and Beast for necessary things, advantages to make their kind better. These Elves are often regarded as shrewd, intelligent and most importantly, accustomed to the modern world. Those enclaves deeper within the woods are often far more primitive, still utilizing the bow when more powerful alternatives exist.

Anya is from one of those such enclaves.

Born to her parents, she was marked from birth as something different, as something unnatural. Curiously she had both the masculine and the feminine sexes, and it was determined that she was to be brought up by the tribe instead of her parents, a shame that they would all bear that such an abhorrent one of their kin were given to them as punishment. Of course, she was seen somewhat as a pariah, an outcast, yet still cared for by all the elders and taught in the ways of her people. She developed, growing into a full bodied woman, if not for the member that swung between her legs. Of her own free will, on her Belaynivya, 'Or Coming of Age,' she left her tribe, taking with her the bow she had trained and lived with for so long, the small magical tricks she had managed to pick up, and a sense of adventure, to see the world past her forest, to see it all.

She did not expect what she found when she left the forest, her eyes unaccustomed to the way both Man and Beast had unified, creating great works in order to further their kind's advancement. Magic to her was a powerful, arcane force rightfully feared and impossibly hard to use, whilst in the world outside of her forest it was common and utilized as it was needed. It did not take long for her to be picked up as a 'suspicious person' by a local constabulary, and if not for her ancient elven dialect, she might have been placed into a prison for so brazenly wielding a weapon in the open, her bow so intuned with her that it had never left her hand when she wandered into civilization. Instead, she was placed in the care of a family of her kin that had emigrated to the town she had found, to be taught how the world was different from the outside.

It has been a few years since this fateful incident, this rude awakening to the strangeness of the world. She is still incredibly naive, easy to convince and slow to recognize questionable situations. It is not because her keen senses are dull, or that she is stupid, but because she learned only recently of the real world's extent, and knew only the communal parentage she had back in her Tribe. Beyond that naivete, she is cheerful, pleasant and perhaps easily described as bubbly, although she does much to attempt to hide her strange endowment, as she is fearful of what repercussions it might provide. To this end, she often avoids certain types of activities that might consider her relatively loose clothing far tighter, and as a result is rather timid when it comes down to any sort of question as to why she might avoid it.

Such nature might even be considered easily taken advantage of, because after all, what is a girl like Anya but a strange freak that needs to be toyed with?


Of course, she has found a way to survive in the modern world, and she has found herself a rather plain job cleaning a local library, something she secretly enjoys, the simple work and access to so many veritable tomes of knowledge invigorating for her. Her clothing is typically some sort of blouse, generally of a darker tone in order to not clash with her naturally tanned skin, matched with some sort of baggy pair of clothing, her underwear being something simple and worn for utility, to support her ample bosom and to keep her cock in line and not being visible. She has also taken to wearing a bracelet given to her by the family that took her in and provide her with a home to live in, a simple gold chain that wraps around her wrist, a solid piece with her name written on it as the only other form of adornment.