Elven City is home to a hundred thousand souls, and is the largest metropolitan area in the Kingdom of the Elves. The rest of the Elf Nation's one point three million inhabitants are scattered over a slew of towns and villages. Elven City is the place to be if you're an Elf of note. In ancient times, when humans began to kill the various nonhuman breeds that once shared the world with them, Seann the Elf King led his people through the Gateway between dimensions and they settled in a beautiful valley that would later become Elven City.
Elven City is bordered by Aquapolis, the underwater kingdom of the Mermen, Water Sprites, Mermaids and Sirens, and by the Dark Plain, the domain of the Centaurs. The Elves have always maintained peaceful relations and even commercial trade with their neighbors, but the Giants have always been a troublesome bunch. In ancient times, the Giants terrorized humans, and they were so awful that before fading away, the ancient gods duked it out with them and banished them to other realms. With the ancient gods no longer around, the Elves had their hands full with such troublesome neighbors. A fragile peace exists between Elf and giant. Woe to he who might upset the peace...
"Eoin, you are now banished from Elven City," said Magistrate Kieran, Supreme Leader of the Council of Thirty and de facto ruler of Elven City. The slender, silver-haired and golden-hued Elf leader looked down from his office, glaring at the most mischievous Elf of them all. Eoin drew himsElf to his full height of five foot eight, and nodded graciously. The hundreds of Elves, male and female, who had come to witness the Trial of the Century, were not disappointed. Eoin got what he deserved for nearly starting a war between Elves and giants by seducing Princess Olga, daughter of Leif, King of the Giants.
"So be it, I don't think I will miss this place anyways," Eoin said, and he looked at his parents, Lady Moira and Lord Duncan. They stood there, ramrod straight as their only son, only three hundred years old, barely in his mid-thirties if one measured such things by the human clock, was punished by the People's Law. Eoin is a prince among Elves, a descendant of King Seann himsElf, but the Law is the Law. Eoin looked at his lawyer, a pretty, red-haired female named Barrister Saoirse, and sighed.
"Magistrate Kieran, I intend to appeal this," said Barrister Saoirse, and she gave Eoin a sad look. The Elf prince shrugged as the Guardsmen came and escorted him from the Court in shackles. Eoin was taken to the Gateway of the Ether, which separated the magical realm of Elves, sprites, giants and monsters from the mundane world of Man, also known as the planet Earth. The Gateway hadn't been opened in centuries, but once in a while, even isolationist Elves like to take out the trash. That's how Eoin spent his last moments as a magical being...
"Good riddance," said Guardswoman Maeve, and with a smirk to her colleague Guardsman Balor, she gave Eoin a good kick in the ass, tossing him through the portal. So much for royalty, eh? Eoin fell through the Gateway, and fine tendrils of magical energy ensnared him, and he was thus taken to the planet Earth. Eoin landed in the City of Los Angeles, California. He was a fish out of water, since he hadn't been to the human world since before Columbus sailed to the Americas.
"That wasn't so bad," Eoin said to himself as he took a look at the City of Los Angeles, California. There were millions of humans around, men and women of all hues. Irish, Italian, African American, Mexican, Chinese, all kinds of people called this place home. Eoin might no longer be the Prince of the Elves but he wasn't about to let his spirits drop just because he got kicked out of the realm he was once destined to rule. Nope, the most mischievous Elf of them all was about to take over Los Angeles...
"Hey, my dude, nice outfit," came a voice, and Eoin turned to look at the provenance of said voice. A tall Black man stood leaning against the wall of a building in the Van Nuys area. He wore blue jeans and a red T-shirt, and a Santa Hat. Eoin had journeyed around the world in his day, and had met Africans before. This tall, dark-skinned fellow with the crimson hat reminded him of Ogun, a warrior god of the Yoruba people of West Africa. of course, while Lord Ogun was strong and mighty, this one had mockery in his tone, instead of nobility...
"Thank you kind sir, I am new in town, visiting from, ahem, Ireland," Eoin replied, and the man nodded. Eoin noticed a sign that said Now Hiring on the building wall, and inquired about that. The way the Elf understood it, humans still used money as a means of ordering their world and maintaining the balance of power between individuals and groups. Whoever has the most money is the ruler, or so it would seem in ancient human societies, from Ireland to Nigeria, from the Lands of the Norse to Imperial China.