"Hahaha, well its best to move on. I've got friends to make, Hahaha! That joke will make since in a moment, when you meat the Jolly Old Elves!"Phonoi goes down to the planet once again, finding a beautiful valley filled with Flowers. Hundreds, or perhaps thousands of different species that would likely never come together naturally, having been seeded specifically for this moment. They are growing thick, making the entire valley feel not unlike a particularly colorful quilt. From trees to bushes, lone orchids to growing fields, the species where numerous. Phonoi moves along a phantom track, landing directly in the middle, floating above the land. The silvery material constructing him changes, massive silvery scythes and axes and other sharp tools burst from his sides in the hundreds, each more than five meters long. The smoke stack gives a "WOOO WOOOOO!", then the train bursts forward at breakneck speed. The countless blades begin chopping the flowers from their stems, removing them by the thousand with the Trained precision of a surgeon. The undamaged petals dance in the air as the force of the blades throw them around, soon filling the air completely as if it was raining flowers. In minutes, the entire valley was bare of flowers, its former colors lost to the sky. The train slowly comes to a stop as they fall to the ground. On contact with land, each bursts into Life, growing limbs, torsos, and heads as one would expect a humanoid race to have. In another moment, the valley is once again filled with Life and Color, as a new race is born.
Elves can best be described as a tree in full bloom, both in appearance and personalities. They are humanoid, with thin branch-like arms and legs stretching out slightly longer than base. Their bodies are completely hairless, save their head. Their hair grows short, rarely making it past their chin even when they attempt to grow it long, as they are designed to work closely with animals. Their hair is naturally vibrant and colorful, each taking the characteristics of a blooming flower. This can range from subtle whitish pink of sakura blossoms, to the yellow and orange coloration of a sunflower, to lily white, to whatever color violets are. Their bodies are sharp, fitting their branch-like quality. Sharp elbows, sharp fingers, sharp ears, sharp smiles, and especially sharp teeth. They are nearly completely carnivorous, using plants mainly to improve the taste of meat as a topping, spice, or side, or in emergencies where meat is scarce.
They are designed to Train animals, devoting much of their culture to this task. Often, their entire cities resemble the biomes of the animals they train. To outsiders, they have no different appearance than natural forest, wetlands, prairies, or whatever else they find themselves in. They typically build unobstructive buildings to keep this effect, such as hollowing out trees or building pits to live in, while molding their larger buildings to fit the area. Work-animals are extremely common for these tasks, and nearly every other one.
In general, they get along with people almost as well as they get along with animals. What is the difference, after all? Many leave their homes (often accompanied by an escort of beasts) to act as traders, or to capture new species, or to live among other races. The majority have a friendly disposition, helping them get along with both people and animals. Cheerful personalities are common, and Elves are often full of energy and life.
Tier 4
Attractive (2), Extremophile+1 (1), Animal Training+1?(1), Smarts +3, Persuasion+1 (1)
Phonoi digs into his Ichor reserves to create 1 unit of Elves. ((Thus, denying them to Andres
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