Name: Baegdhana Ry Oaxca
Age: 317
Race: Blood elf
Birthplace: Evermeet
Culture: Universal
Language: Common, elven
Sex: Tasty
Gender: Tuna
Physical build: Lean
Accent: Fluid elven, slightly broken common
Posture: Relaxed straight
Scent: Saltwater, warm sands, wet towel

Weaved by silence.

Veiled in the darkness of secrecy.

Serene and insightful blood red eyes.

One day, a witch named Manahedge was walking by the bonfire of a sun elven healing dance.

Manahedge said, "My friends, I have brought magical songs with me, you must close your eyes or I will stop singing."

The elves consented and closed their eyes. One by one, the witch was getting away with murder* while stiffling the cries of their death.

Baegdhana was in the middle row. She had realized that she heard less dancing footsteps.

Baegdhana opened her eyes, in a ephemeral flash of surprise she saw the dead elves laying at the witch's feet and exclaimed, "Flee! Run! Scatter! The witch is killing us!"
Manahedge grabbed her tightly by the neck and pulled out an eerie wand. "For this disobedience, you shall have red eyes forever."

In a twirling flow of excruciating black magic, the former rich splendor of Ry's blue eyes receded. To this day, the omen of the witch stays true and the rings around this elf's eyes are red.

The stare of a million stars, the stare of the night together with the moonlight.