The lunar umbra, an almost eerie place where time seems to stand still, where the wind never blows, and where the temperature is unbearable for most races, is called home by the nomadic Dark Elves. Who travel throughout the lunar umbra in yearly hunting cycles, always mindful to leave no trace of their presence behind them. Dark Elves have never had a empire nor cities, no technology or great wealth to speak of. There is no library or written history, instead an unbelievably rigid caste system based on passing down, with perfect recollection, all knowledge accumulated by the previous generations of Dark Elves in that caste.
This caste identity is carved into the mask that every Dark Elf adult wears, and functions not only as a mark of their duty, but a fingerprint of their entire lives, imperceptible to those not born into such a society. It is a device to aid in retaining ancestral science and philosophy several thousands of years old. All knowledge of music, science and medical information is endemic within their castes.
For the Dark Elves, the hedonism of most elf tribes translated into a intense maternal compassion—the only way for them to survive is with each other. Their concepts of hospitality are unconditional and their bonds to their sisters are very intense. Fiore are considered important, as Dark Elves are sensitive to population change as it’s immensely difficult to support new life in the lunar umbra.
Aishi Aza has a rather mysterious, fey air about her. She has arrived in Alabast with the collector Sabei Koni, who gave her the name Aishi Aza. She caused quite the buzz within the Menagerie, the nobles entranced by her grey skin, red eyes and white hair, sights that Alabastians had never seen before. Although laconic by nature, Aishi has taken to her new life in the Menagerie with a bizarre degree of satisfaction, growing attached to the physical restraints she now wears. Why Aishi has come such a long way is a mystery. But since she no longer wears her mask, Aishi can never return home.