Alas, you are a High Elf. You were among the first, immortal, and favored by the gods. The light that shines from your eyes, and the golden hair that cascades over your divinely pale skin, emphasizes that you were created as pure light. You are detached from the trivialities of the everyday human world; as with any immortal, you look down upon all of this. Reflections on the meaning of life and other lofty thoughts often occupy your mind, endowing you with a melancholic character, inspired by your long sojourn on Earth. World: "The Lord of the Rings," and everywhere else where it's possible. Hmm, I, as a High Elf, would never have thought of that.