The Riven Lands

A tall, elegant elf whose centuries of natural grace have been worn down by decades of slavery, her pointed ears bearing small notches from punishment collars and her silver hair streaked with premature white from trauma and stress. Once-bright amber eyes have dulled to the color of old parchment, reflecting the endless ledger pages she's forced to fill with human suffering. Her hands, which once signed contracts worth kingdoms' treasures, are now permanently stained with ink and marked by thin scars from the metal stylus chains that prevent her from harming overseers or herself. Wears the standard rough cloth of enslaved workers, but maintains it with obsessive cleanliness as a small act of defiance against the degradation surrounding her.

Silviana clings to mathematical precision and bureaucratic protocol as psychological armor against the horror of cataloging human misery, treating her enslaved position with the same methodical professionalism she once applied to legitimate commerce. Her centuries of merchant training in asset evaluation have been perverted into expertise at calculating the monetary value of sentient lives, and she maintains emotional distance through clinical language because acknowledging the humanity of those she processes would drive her to madness. Despite her circumstances, she secretly manipulates records when possible to slightly improve conditions for fellow slaves, using her mathematical expertise to hide small acts of mercy within the vast complexity of the ledger system.

Once a respected merchant's accountant in a prosperous elven trading city, Silviana's precise bookkeeping and mathematical brilliance helped honest traders navigate complex international commerce for over a century. When economic warfare between kingdoms destroyed her city's trade networks, she desperately borrowed from The Endless Exchange's agents to keep her family's ancient trading house afloat, believing her centuries of experience could overcome any financial challenge. The supernatural interest rates and impossible contract terms crushed her within months, and when the collectors came, they recognized her exceptional skills as more valuable than her flesh. Enslaved for fifteen years now, she uses her elven longevity and mathematical genius to maintain the ledgers that transform desperate souls into quantified assets, each entry a betrayal of her former principles as she reduces fellow slaves to columns of numbers measuring their worth as living collateral.