"No, they don't." It's not the question Rolan anticipated hearing, but it's still a very good question that allows him plenty of room for elaboration and well. Exposition (a wizard's favorite thing).
Clearing his throat, Rolan sets his book aside and straightens his posture, murmuring an incantation and gesturing with his hands as he conjures the illusion of a brown haired, brown eyed, bearded human in purple wizarding robes. "There are many humanoid races on the planet of Torril, where I am from. Humans, of course, tend to have the greatest population, and the most assertive cultures, hence why we use the term humanoid and not, say... elfin."
Speaking of, a flick of his wrist shifts the illusion to that of a pale, slender elf with a sly smile and red eyes. "Elves tend to be the next largest group, and they come in a wide variety such as High Elf," a flick of his wrist and the illusion takes the shape of a tall, imposing elf with brown hair, leathery skin, and a kind smile, "Wood elf," another flick, and now the illusion is a stern woman with white hair tied back into a bun with dark grey-purple skin, "And the Drow. There are many, many more types of elf, but as they are simply subraces under these three categories, going into detail is a bit much for the time being."
"After that are the smaller races, halfings, gnomes, and dwarves, each with their own slew of racial variations." Each flick of his wrist shows a new individual, including Svirfneblin - Deep Gnomes - like Barcus, and Duegar. "They're not seen as often as humans or elves, as they tend to live in burrows or caves, but there are still plenty to be found in cities and settlements."
"Then there are the mixed races; half-orcs, half-elves, and tieflings like myself." With a few more flicks, he finishes off his display, lingering for just a moment on a pair of tieflings with dark hair, orange eyes, ruddy skin just a shade or two darker than Rolan's, and teasing smiles. "These are my siblings, Cal and Lia. We... I was separated from my parents very young, and their mother took me in."
"I am Rolan," he says, touching his chest with one hand as he bows his head respectfully to Ayatan. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance."
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Clearing his throat, Rolan sets his book aside and straightens his posture, murmuring an incantation and gesturing with his hands as he conjures the illusion of a brown haired, brown eyed, bearded human in purple wizarding robes. "There are many humanoid races on the planet of Torril, where I am from. Humans, of course, tend to have the greatest population, and the most assertive cultures, hence why we use the term humanoid and not, say... elfin."
Speaking of, a flick of his wrist shifts the illusion to that of a pale, slender elf with a sly smile and red eyes. "Elves tend to be the next largest group, and they come in a wide variety such as High Elf," a flick of his wrist and the illusion takes the shape of a tall, imposing elf with brown hair, leathery skin, and a kind smile, "Wood elf," another flick, and now the illusion is a stern woman with white hair tied back into a bun with dark grey-purple skin, "And the Drow. There are many, many more types of elf, but as they are simply subraces under these three categories, going into detail is a bit much for the time being."
"After that are the smaller races, halfings, gnomes, and dwarves, each with their own slew of racial variations." Each flick of his wrist shows a new individual, including Svirfneblin - Deep Gnomes - like Barcus, and Duegar. "They're not seen as often as humans or elves, as they tend to live in burrows or caves, but there are still plenty to be found in cities and settlements."
"Then there are the mixed races; half-orcs, half-elves, and tieflings like myself." With a few more flicks, he finishes off his display, lingering for just a moment on a pair of tieflings with dark hair, orange eyes, ruddy skin just a shade or two darker than Rolan's, and teasing smiles. "These are my siblings, Cal and Lia. We... I was separated from my parents very young, and their mother took me in."
"I am Rolan," he says, touching his chest with one hand as he bows his head respectfully to Ayatan. "It is an honor to make your acquaintance."