This is my adored brainchild, Vaelehmir. He's a lovely little child of rape, half High Elf, and half Drow. I play him in D&D.
The story in a nutshell, on the world of Ildyr, continent of Feorith, there are Drow upsurgences more and more recently. Each time the targets get 'higher' so to speak, and the question is no longer 'Is it political?' but 'Why? And by whom?'

Vaelehmir's mother was the highly revered Priestess of Life, basically equivalent to ruling monarch in the kingdom of Falda'an. She preferred to travel with only a select few bodyguards, and during a raid one night, her guards were slain silently as she slept, and she was raped and left for dead.
As the child developed within her, she grew frail, which led many of the Elven members of council and other such things to discern it was the curse of the baby that was stealing the life from her.
Because of who she was, when the Priestess died shortly after childbirth, her wish was heeded. She named the child, and commanded he be let live and given all the necessities and comforts he would have had, had he been a legitimate child.

Thus, he was raised, however hesitantly and with however much resentment and subtle ill-treatment (you know Elves) until his 120th birthday, in Elven years, the coming of age. He was then given supplies, money, weapons, and a Bue'rr (Think Sable Antelope) and promptly told he could never return.

So yes. Here he is, in all his shy, little boy beauty.