Alright, so here's the thing about my setting: Every race is, or was, humans. Genetic engineering got really out of hand just before the first long-range expeditions out of the Solar System happened, so you had a bunch of wild hedonistic stuff happening on Earth at the same time a bunch of desperate and spiteful colonists did weird shit on other planets.
Which brings us to the Elves, of which there are four varieties:>Earth's elves/Summer Elves
Massive fucking degenerates who modified themselves and others into exactly what you might've been expecting when you came into this thread. They have a certain reputation.>They forgot it was a joke/Winter Elves
These guys are cold, exacting, perfectionist, and staunchly believe in a fantasized version of Christmas. It started out as a gimmick back when a group of engineers and marketers were, along with many others, stuck in Greenland due to what happened in the 2200s>Descendants of the LARPers/High Elves
A dark cabal of dorks and assorted dweebs managed to wrangle control of a bunch of enough expertise and gear to set up cloning and genetic fuckery on a distant world, and raised a culture of unironic elves. Dignified and prideful, it hurts them deeply that most lump them in with Earth's elves.>Asteroid Elves/Dark Elves
Trapped on a distant rock but functionally immortal, a group of geneticists decided to spice things up a bit with a bit of fantasy, but were forced to add "skin black as pitch" to stave off problems with radiation. They also have weird hand-feet that're useful for space, but that's not what people care about.
They don't really matter to the whole setting, but I feel like they add a little bit to the world.