Players control two versions of the character:
He knelt in the mud of the Cinderfen, his once-emerald cloak now a tatter of charcoal grey. A jagged shard of obsidian jutted from his left shoulder, not as a wound, but as a mark . It pulsed with a slow, violet light—the rhythm of a heart that was no longer entirely his own. Dark Land Chronicle- The Fallen Elf