I used this to flesh out the Elves of my fantasy world, and I it works great for whole nations as well, not just individual characters.
We wandered in the densest woods of the newfound realms to witness untamed life at its purest form.
Spent quiet centuries singing and dancing amongst beasts and plants, then spent loud ones hiding in shelters raised for the meek, singing lullabies to chase the noise of disparity away.
Purity has faded, stolen by our own kin. Everlasting, untamed life was lost to humans.
Now the elders sail back to the Sphere Fey. We stay to live in secluded areas with the beast, to lead Wild Hunts against human expansion until we sail back for the Sphere Fey.
Yet, remnants of purity remain within almost all plants and some beasts.
We wandered under the fullbright sky with beastmen who gazed high upon it, together we had a glimpse at every possible thought, knowledge without end.
Spent quiet centuries enlightening the beastfolk, then loud ones hiding deep in the underworld in exile.
The hope to become all-knowing has faded. The fullbright sky was lost, taken by the Chimera. The mother of monsters was locked away, imprisoned within the moon, made by our own kin.
Now, our Elders sail to the moon, while we stay behind and wait. The Eclipse shall bring upon the rule of monsters from below.
The starry night sky remains, shining the Allfate upon the living.
We wandered under the never setting sun which shone upon us the warm light of morality. These celestial rays have shown us how to reject our fate when it was wrong.
Spent our quiet centuries conversing with Celestials by gazing into the sun upon the highest mountaintops, then spent loud ones by making peace and sharing the sky.
Our connection with the beasts was lost. They couldn't bear to stare at the sun. The sun has settled, taken by humans who wished to gaze upon the starry night sky.
Our Elders sail for the sun, where our Celestial allies await our spirit. Hope remains for all who do not cover from the sun.