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Todd Howard States facts, makes fiction
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Durahans Bilko
Personal Dossier
Name
Durahans Bilko. More commonly "Bilko", "Trash Wizard", and "screams like a little girl"
Species
Hylian
Gender
Boi
Appearance
Bilko likes to surround himself in an aura of mysticism. To say he fails horribly, is to put it kindly. His "magnificent Wizard" clothes are just cheap recolored commoner's garbs, one size too big and full of hastily scribbled symbols who are only half successful in showing the arcane nature of his owner. He is a scrawny boy, for all intents and purposes, and quite fidgetty at that. His star amulet is practically the only thing that evokes the right solemn aura a wizard should have, but it is underneath his clothes and is rarely seen.
Personality
Bilko is a extremely pessimistic individual, and often whines about his condition and ailments. He also zigzags between nervous wreck and apathetic shell an inordinate amount of times, depending whether he feels threatened or not. A scrounging rat, he lacks any shame or compunction to do what is needed to do to survive. This usually involves eating garbage.
Background
Bilko was born far from the bustling Castle Town, in a rather calm town called Kakariko. With a big creepy-ass cemetery and a past darker than tar. Oh, and his father was the groundskeeper. So instead of having his father telling little Bilko spooky stories by night, he had him watch from the window as he put back some feisty corpses and Poes where they did belong with his trusty shovel and sometimes an extra oomph like blessed items or so. Even Bilko understood how insane was that kind of stunt and when he was old enough, set to travel world with the first merchant he met.
The Ghost Merchant was fairly amused to have an underling for a time, and even more amused when he discovered that the nervous wreck of his apprentice had actually a rare talent for a villager. Magic potential. So he sent Durahans Bilko to capture all kinds of otherworldly monstrosities, then chuck them into bottles for sale. Bilko was positively flabbergasted the first time he saw someone drinking a freakin' Poe out of all things like if it was cheap ale. Despite the constant danger and maddening work conditions, Bilko did manage to get a good magical training out of the ordeal.
And then he completely ruined it by practicing a powerful spell near the ghost bottle storage. The resulting shockwave depleted months of ghost catching, and the irate Ghost Merchant cast Bilko away in Castle Town. Now without a proper job, and people rarely believing he was a wizard, he tries to scrounge up a living by searching around trash...
The Ghost Merchant was fairly amused to have an underling for a time, and even more amused when he discovered that the nervous wreck of his apprentice had actually a rare talent for a villager. Magic potential. So he sent Durahans Bilko to capture all kinds of otherworldly monstrosities, then chuck them into bottles for sale. Bilko was positively flabbergasted the first time he saw someone drinking a freakin' Poe out of all things like if it was cheap ale. Despite the constant danger and maddening work conditions, Bilko did manage to get a good magical training out of the ordeal.
And then he completely ruined it by practicing a powerful spell near the ghost bottle storage. The resulting shockwave depleted months of ghost catching, and the irate Ghost Merchant cast Bilko away in Castle Town. Now without a proper job, and people rarely believing he was a wizard, he tries to scrounge up a living by searching around trash...
Talents
Trash Wizard: The only and one. While he looks like your average street rat, how many street rats can conjure fiery death upon enemies, blow up walls, banish spirits and create magical barriers?But he can never get rid of the smell fully. Also, power level might vary when compared to actual mighty wizards.
Cowardly Lion: Bilko might be a nervous wreck, and he appears to crumple even under very minor teeths. However, all bets are off when large threats are inbound. Even cornered rats show mighty ferocity, and Bilko is like them. The mightiest of foes might be attacked relentlessly and ruthlessly.
This remembers me... : Under the wing of his wandering master, Bilko has seen and witnessed much of Hyrule's lights and shadows. He even boasts an honorary Gerudo card. (It involved an incident with a crate full of cuckoos, spiced meat food, misfiring Ice arrows and a Gossip stone, as far a he tells).
Cowardly Lion: Bilko might be a nervous wreck, and he appears to crumple even under very minor teeths. However, all bets are off when large threats are inbound. Even cornered rats show mighty ferocity, and Bilko is like them. The mightiest of foes might be attacked relentlessly and ruthlessly.
This remembers me... : Under the wing of his wandering master, Bilko has seen and witnessed much of Hyrule's lights and shadows. He even boasts an honorary Gerudo card. (It involved an incident with a crate full of cuckoos, spiced meat food, misfiring Ice arrows and a Gossip stone, as far a he tells).
Weaknesses
I come here to rain on your parade: Bilko has the uncanny ability to sink the mood of any given situation to the deepest levels of the Water Temple by just opening his mouth. This has made him quite a bit of a millstone to keep around in conversations. His hobbies are rather creepy, as some sort of ungodly combination.
Distracted by cute or creepy things:No need to explain this one, amirite?
Phobia to cuckoos: Fear the fowl army.
Distracted by cute or creepy things:No need to explain this one, amirite?
Phobia to cuckoos: Fear the fowl army.
Attributes:
Attack:0
Magical Attack:4
Speed:2
Defense:1
Intelligence:4
Magical Attack:4
Speed:2
Defense:1
Intelligence:4
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Phanna Lon Lon
Name:
Phanna
Race:
Kokiri
Gender:
Female
Personality:
Naive and innocent, Phanna is an incredibly well meaning, if somewhat scatterbrained kokiri. Generally upbeat and positive, her happy-go-lucky attitude has a habit of rubbing off on others, and her empathetic nature allows her to easily pick up on the emotions of others. Though generally sheltered from the world, Phanna has at least a basic degree of common sense, and while often not picking up on the subtleties of deeper conversations, does not mindlessly rush headlong into dangerous situations. Caring and generally concerned about the well-being of others, Phanna finds purpose in her ability to help others. While selfless and amiable, Phanna spooks rather easily and in general is rather shy around new people, though she relates and opens up to children and other small-folk more easily. Despite being centuries old, Phanna still maintains a bounding playfulness and youthfulness but can be clumsy and lacking in awareness.
Bio/History:
Phanna's earliest memories are centuries ago, long before the Hyrule-Gerudo Wars. She, like most kokiri, spent her days in the safety of the Kokiri's sanctuary, endlessly playing games with other kokiri- and occasionally pulling pranks on Mido. Alongside their almost mandated play sessions, Phanna also tended to the Great Deku Tree alongside other chores- such as tending to their food bearing gardens, and planting trees to replace the aging and dying ones in the forest. This cycle went on for decades, punctuated by welcoming new Kokiri into their village as they appeared. Life was quiet and simple, but fun and peaceful.
Though Kokiri were ageless, and time had no particular meaning within the forest, Phanna was still considered one of the 'older' kokiri, and as the decades went by, she picked up more and more responsibilities within the little community. Though the Kokiri were an ageless race, they were still mortal, and suffered from the same scrapes, cuts and bruises other mortal races did. Phanna became the sanctuary's healer, brewing potions, applying poultices, and casting magic to aid the ails of her fellow kokiri. As she grew into her role as the sanctuary's healer, she piqued the attention of Fado, who took interest in her magical abilities.
Though Fado was among the 'oldest' of the Kokiri, he and Phanna became fast friends, and he taught her many uses for her magical abilities. From healing her friends, to using magic to defend her friends if necessary from skulltulas and corrupted deku scrubs. Luckily, the more dangerous forest creatures never ventured very close to the Kokiri sanctuary, as it was protected by the Great Deku Tree, and its small cohort of Kokiri guardians.
As the war between Hyrule and the Gerudo broke out, the Kokiri were largely unaware, only tipped off by the fading health of the Great Deku tree, alongside a few of their own venturing outside the forest. It would only be from Fado that Phanna learned about the horrors of the war, as he began making regular and longer trips outside of the forest. As more and more of Fado's tales reached the forest, Phanna's heart went out to those who were harmed by the conflict. Eventually, these feelings would spur Phanna to venture out of the forest herself, to give aid to those who needed it most.
Donning garb that Fado brought back, Phanna grabbed her belongings and set off out of the Kokiri forest, and into Hyrule proper, where she found herself in an entirely new world. This new world was populated by people that looked like her- but much bigger, and was a lot larger than the small sanctuary she had spent the past few centuries in.
After a few days of aimless wandering, Phanna was found and picked up by a young woman named Malon from the nearby ranch who mistook her for a child orphaned by the war, and brought her back to their ranch. Phanna would spend the next few years at the ranch, adopted by the ranch as one of their own. Slowly integrating into Hylian society, Phanna worked at the ranch, tending to the animals, as well as the many passersby, as Lon Lon ranch had become a premiere stopping point for many during the war. Its proximity to Castle Town and reputation for fine warhorses made it the go-to stopping point for for travelers and soldiers returning from and leaving for the frontlines. The Lon Lon Ranch was made even more popular by soldiers as rumors of injured and sick men becoming healed seemingly overnight started spreading, though Talon attributed these rumors to the healthy properties of Lon Lon milk and his kindly daughters.
The soldiers would eventually stop coming, as the war came to a stop, and a treaty was declared. However, despite the treaty, much of Hyrule was still recovering from the war, after a few years rumors of war on the horizon were whispered once again. Hyrulian military officers and government officials began penning out the terms for the purchase of more warhorses, and the slow and subtle movement of troops began again. Malon, now an adult began assuming more responsibilities at the Ranch, and would started making trips to Castle Town- her kid sister in tow.
Though Kokiri were ageless, and time had no particular meaning within the forest, Phanna was still considered one of the 'older' kokiri, and as the decades went by, she picked up more and more responsibilities within the little community. Though the Kokiri were an ageless race, they were still mortal, and suffered from the same scrapes, cuts and bruises other mortal races did. Phanna became the sanctuary's healer, brewing potions, applying poultices, and casting magic to aid the ails of her fellow kokiri. As she grew into her role as the sanctuary's healer, she piqued the attention of Fado, who took interest in her magical abilities.
Though Fado was among the 'oldest' of the Kokiri, he and Phanna became fast friends, and he taught her many uses for her magical abilities. From healing her friends, to using magic to defend her friends if necessary from skulltulas and corrupted deku scrubs. Luckily, the more dangerous forest creatures never ventured very close to the Kokiri sanctuary, as it was protected by the Great Deku Tree, and its small cohort of Kokiri guardians.
As the war between Hyrule and the Gerudo broke out, the Kokiri were largely unaware, only tipped off by the fading health of the Great Deku tree, alongside a few of their own venturing outside the forest. It would only be from Fado that Phanna learned about the horrors of the war, as he began making regular and longer trips outside of the forest. As more and more of Fado's tales reached the forest, Phanna's heart went out to those who were harmed by the conflict. Eventually, these feelings would spur Phanna to venture out of the forest herself, to give aid to those who needed it most.
Donning garb that Fado brought back, Phanna grabbed her belongings and set off out of the Kokiri forest, and into Hyrule proper, where she found herself in an entirely new world. This new world was populated by people that looked like her- but much bigger, and was a lot larger than the small sanctuary she had spent the past few centuries in.
After a few days of aimless wandering, Phanna was found and picked up by a young woman named Malon from the nearby ranch who mistook her for a child orphaned by the war, and brought her back to their ranch. Phanna would spend the next few years at the ranch, adopted by the ranch as one of their own. Slowly integrating into Hylian society, Phanna worked at the ranch, tending to the animals, as well as the many passersby, as Lon Lon ranch had become a premiere stopping point for many during the war. Its proximity to Castle Town and reputation for fine warhorses made it the go-to stopping point for for travelers and soldiers returning from and leaving for the frontlines. The Lon Lon Ranch was made even more popular by soldiers as rumors of injured and sick men becoming healed seemingly overnight started spreading, though Talon attributed these rumors to the healthy properties of Lon Lon milk and his kindly daughters.
The soldiers would eventually stop coming, as the war came to a stop, and a treaty was declared. However, despite the treaty, much of Hyrule was still recovering from the war, after a few years rumors of war on the horizon were whispered once again. Hyrulian military officers and government officials began penning out the terms for the purchase of more warhorses, and the slow and subtle movement of troops began again. Malon, now an adult began assuming more responsibilities at the Ranch, and would started making trips to Castle Town- her kid sister in tow.
Talents and Traits:
- Magically Adept - Skilled in the use of magic, with literal centuries of practice under her belt, Phanna is a capable wielder and slinger of spells. Though capable of minor offensive magics, most of Phanna's abilities come in the form of healing, relieving, and aiding the sick and wounded. Phanna can easily mend minor wounds, and while not instantaneous, can relieve illness and accelerate the healing process of more major wounds. Phanna can also cast minor wards to protect her allies or herself from minor attacks.
- Potions and Good Nutrition! - With her skills in herbology and medicine, Phanna is capable of whipping up healing potions and soothing poultices, provided she has the right ingredients.
- Unimtimidating - Small and diminutive in stature, Phanna's childish persona and innocent face makes her less likely to be perceived as a threat by others, and as such often ignored. It also makes it easier for her to get out of trouble and smile her way through the reservations of bigger-folk.
- Fairy Guardian - For as long as she can remember, she's been followed about by a green fairy named Eld. He's stuffy and overly serious, but he means well and is plenty smart.
- Smol - Phanna's small and diminutive stature gets in the way of a lot of things. She possesses the physical strength of a child- and the inherent fragility that comes with it. Her shorter stature means she has more difficulty keeping up with taller folk and she also has trouble reaching things that are high up.
- No place for kids - Despite being several centuries old, at least by her count, her appearance means she can't go places that kids aren't welcome- at least not without attracting attention to herself.
- Naive - Sheltered and naive, Phanna can be at times blissfully unaware, and doesn't pick up on more subtle social cues very well. Without the incessant nagging of her guardian fairy, Phanna is liable to walk into situations that she shouldn't.
Attack:
0
Magical Attack:
5
Speed:
3
Defense:
1
Intelligence:
2
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"Ah yeah, it's butt whoopin' time!"
Name:
Turok
Race:
Goron
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Turok is a pretty laid back guy, as most Gorons usually are. He can be hot-headed, especially when he feels that someone is getting bullied. He's a big advocate for the whole "pick on someone your own size" mantra, and since he stands at 6'8", he pretty much towers over everyone so he can be pretty intimidating. Needless to say, if you stay on his good side he will be the most loyal and protective friend a person can have. He tries not to take life too seriously, enjoys teasing the ones he cares about, and is quick to be nosy when his interest is piqued. He isn't judgemental of anyone however, figuring as long as a person's actions don't put anyone in harm's way, everyone should have a chance at happiness. He's pretty low maintenance, stubborn, constantly hungry, and eager to fight. He enjoys dueling and wrestling, eating bomb flowers, and just having fun.
But get on his bad side, and he'll beat you up one side and sown the other. He has no patience for wickedness, doesn't understand why people like to hurt others, and can't stand a bully. He tends to take those who may be smaller or more fragile under his wing, quick to protect those that cannot protect themselves.
Bio/History:
Turok had been a very young Goron when the whole Gerudo/Hyrule war had begun, so he hadn't really understood what was going on. He grew up an only child, his mother Denza had been a quiet and peaceful woman. But his father Roktuk had been the biggest influence on Turok's character. Raising him as a Goron warrior from a young age, Turok's father instilled him with every bit of courage and dedication he would need to be a strong, capable Goron.
When Turok was of an age that he was deemed fully grown by his people, since Gorons age differently than other races of course, Turok found himself a steadfast member of the Goron army. Since the Gerudo/Hyrule war had ended whole he was still growing and learning, Turok didn't have any experience fighting any big time enemies. But he was the strongest in his tribe, save for their chief Darunia.
Turok had heard rumors that the war was on the verge if starting once again, even after Zelda had ended it on such peaceful terms. Turok was determined not to let the side of darkness win.
Combat Skills:
His trusty hammer:
Giant Freaking Hammer:
Turok has completely mastered the ability to wield two-handed weapons such as greatswords, warhammers, polearms, etc. He prefers to stick to using his giant hammer, but will use other two-handed weapons when necessary.
Make It Go Boom! :
Being a Goron, Turok has the ability to pick up bomb flowers and use them with proficiency wherever he may find them. He also has superb aim, since he's been raised around bomb flowers since he was a child.
I Am Goron, Hear Me Roar!:
Turok is stronger than your average bear, or average Goron really. He is able to lift boulders his size with ease, and can lift up to twice his weight without extreme difficulty.
Thick Like Ox:
Both his Goron skin and history of hot places have given Turok a resistance to extremely hot temperatures. His skin is also hard like stone, and hard to penetrate, giving him increased defensive like body armor.
Weaknesses:
Ima Snail:
Turok being a Goron, and being quite literally built like a rock, his speed is not to be envied. He's actually quite slow, his attacks can also be quite slow. He's just not a fast guy, but he tries his best.
Member of the Jarhead Clan:
Turok doesn't think with his head, he thinks with his muscles and his brute strength. He's not the smartest bomb flower in the bunch, and as such he can miss things sometimes. He relies in his brute strength for battle, and so can be caught off guard by more tactful enemies quote easily as well.
Dont Mess With Mah Lil Buddy:
Turok isn't one to watch someone small get beat up, and thus can sometimes be his downfall, as Turok is quick to throw himself into the face of danger to protect someone/anyone who needs it. Sure, he can take a lot of damage. But, everyone has their limits, and Turok has no problem pushing his own to protect those who need it.
Attributes:
Attack:
5
Magical Attack:
0
Speed:
0
Defense:
4
Intelligence:
2
Name:
Turok
Race:
Goron
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Turok is a pretty laid back guy, as most Gorons usually are. He can be hot-headed, especially when he feels that someone is getting bullied. He's a big advocate for the whole "pick on someone your own size" mantra, and since he stands at 6'8", he pretty much towers over everyone so he can be pretty intimidating. Needless to say, if you stay on his good side he will be the most loyal and protective friend a person can have. He tries not to take life too seriously, enjoys teasing the ones he cares about, and is quick to be nosy when his interest is piqued. He isn't judgemental of anyone however, figuring as long as a person's actions don't put anyone in harm's way, everyone should have a chance at happiness. He's pretty low maintenance, stubborn, constantly hungry, and eager to fight. He enjoys dueling and wrestling, eating bomb flowers, and just having fun.
But get on his bad side, and he'll beat you up one side and sown the other. He has no patience for wickedness, doesn't understand why people like to hurt others, and can't stand a bully. He tends to take those who may be smaller or more fragile under his wing, quick to protect those that cannot protect themselves.
Bio/History:
Turok had been a very young Goron when the whole Gerudo/Hyrule war had begun, so he hadn't really understood what was going on. He grew up an only child, his mother Denza had been a quiet and peaceful woman. But his father Roktuk had been the biggest influence on Turok's character. Raising him as a Goron warrior from a young age, Turok's father instilled him with every bit of courage and dedication he would need to be a strong, capable Goron.
When Turok was of an age that he was deemed fully grown by his people, since Gorons age differently than other races of course, Turok found himself a steadfast member of the Goron army. Since the Gerudo/Hyrule war had ended whole he was still growing and learning, Turok didn't have any experience fighting any big time enemies. But he was the strongest in his tribe, save for their chief Darunia.
Turok had heard rumors that the war was on the verge if starting once again, even after Zelda had ended it on such peaceful terms. Turok was determined not to let the side of darkness win.
Combat Skills:
His trusty hammer:
Giant Freaking Hammer:
Turok has completely mastered the ability to wield two-handed weapons such as greatswords, warhammers, polearms, etc. He prefers to stick to using his giant hammer, but will use other two-handed weapons when necessary.
Make It Go Boom! :
Being a Goron, Turok has the ability to pick up bomb flowers and use them with proficiency wherever he may find them. He also has superb aim, since he's been raised around bomb flowers since he was a child.
I Am Goron, Hear Me Roar!:
Turok is stronger than your average bear, or average Goron really. He is able to lift boulders his size with ease, and can lift up to twice his weight without extreme difficulty.
Thick Like Ox:
Both his Goron skin and history of hot places have given Turok a resistance to extremely hot temperatures. His skin is also hard like stone, and hard to penetrate, giving him increased defensive like body armor.
Weaknesses:
Ima Snail:
Turok being a Goron, and being quite literally built like a rock, his speed is not to be envied. He's actually quite slow, his attacks can also be quite slow. He's just not a fast guy, but he tries his best.
Member of the Jarhead Clan:
Turok doesn't think with his head, he thinks with his muscles and his brute strength. He's not the smartest bomb flower in the bunch, and as such he can miss things sometimes. He relies in his brute strength for battle, and so can be caught off guard by more tactful enemies quote easily as well.
Dont Mess With Mah Lil Buddy:
Turok isn't one to watch someone small get beat up, and thus can sometimes be his downfall, as Turok is quick to throw himself into the face of danger to protect someone/anyone who needs it. Sure, he can take a lot of damage. But, everyone has their limits, and Turok has no problem pushing his own to protect those who need it.
Attributes:
Attack:
5
Magical Attack:
0
Speed:
0
Defense:
4
Intelligence:
2
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Z2010Deadmeat Time Lord and Leader of Team Gurren
Member
Seen
3 yrs ago
Name: Zwei
Species: Twili
Gender: Guy
Background: The term "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" applies to Zwei. Originally a native to the Realm of Twilight, this fellow was once a great mage in the royal court itself. Someone mentioned magic, this was the guy you went to. He was bold, talented, and -if you ask him- the handsomest Twili around. Which ultimately led to his down fall. Despite being such a great wizard, he had a risk big and win big mindset. So you can only imagine how angry the Twilight Princess was when his experiment sent one of their most treasured artifacts into the Realm of Light. As punishment, Zwei was banished to said Realm and to find that which he lost if he is to ever return home.
Despite his exile,and using nearly all of his magic to avoid death by the light. He found this opportunity more than exciting to explore a new land to make new discoveries to hopefully win his princess's favor once again. Always moving forward with a skip in his step and a flourish of his cane -the focal point for his magic-, the Twili began his new journey.
Personality: Zwei is the guy who will push the big red button to see what happens. He loves to try new things, he's pretty cheerful, and loves to have fun. He considers himself the smartest in the room and will rarely ask for help when something is beyond his understanding. A sense of pride that has gotten him into his fair share of trouble mind you. He has no time for negative outlooks as he finds them counter productive to progress and reaching his goals. However when a situation presents itself he will contribute all of his abilities to help aid in its resolution.
The Pros of Zwei
Master of Twilight Magic: Zwei is capable of using his shadow magic to conjure non-solid illusions that are capable of passing for perfect copies of the target object. This is the same magic he has been using to create his Hylian appearance to avoid attention when passing through towns. Like all Twili, he is also capable of utilizing telekinesis to lift one object equivalent to his weight and send them flying like projectiles towards an enemy. When the situation calls for more stealth or to prevent death from excessive exposure to light, he can hide in any available shadow.
Bag of Holding: Due to the restrictions on his natural abilities he is forced to use this. A handy item the size of a backpack that enables Zwei to store possessions into a dimensional pocket. (OOC: At the start of the RP this bag is going to be mostly empty outside of travelling necessities for one and maybe a useless souvenir he found and kept.)
Cane of Twilight: The heirloom of Zwei's bloodline passed down from father to son for generations. Besides being a stylish black, silver handled cane..this also serves as the focus point for all of his magic. With this in hand it is much easier for him to cast his abilities in the Realm of Light.
The Cons of Zwei
One Lanky Fellow!: Zwei, like most adult Twili is tall and thin. Despite being quick on his feet, he has no impressive strength, or defense worth bragging about and can be quite easily injured in a fight.
THE LIGHT IT BURNS!!!: As a native of twilight, Zwei is vulnerable to light affinity attacks. A rule that also effects his illusions for if they come into direct sunlight they fade out of existence. In addition while Zwei was a great wizard in the Realm of Twilight, he is forced to expend almost all of his reserves to protect himself in the Realm of Light. Limiting himself to only his illusions and telekinesis.
I lost mah cane!: With the Cane of Twilight, he can cast his spells with ease. Without it, he has to increase his focus and casting time to cast.
Cultural Differences: Being from an entirely different realm, Zwei is the most uneducated about his surroundings and wildlife. If it isn't magic, he may not be of much help.
Attributes:
Attack:0
Magical Attack:3
Speed:3
Defense:0
Intelligence:5
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D r i f t i n g S w o r d s m a n
"Who am I? Well, if that isn't a loaded question..."
Name
"Lots of folks call me a Drifter. So long as it's not 'you dirty rat,' eh?"
Species
Hylian
Gender
Male
Theme
Orphan Wolf Legend
Weapon
Appearance
"Well, I've been told that I'm roguishly handsome. But don't let that pictograph up there fool you, I'm really a pleasant fellow and not so intense at all. Children cease their crying when they see my smile, the hard working men appreciate my firm handshake and broad shoulders, and if I may say I think many a fair lady would be absolutely envious of my hair, haha! Ah, but I'm about six feet even, and I'd say...probably just over a hundred and eighty pounds? I'm a bit heavier than I look, I know, but who would lie to make themselves fatter? My hands are a bit rough, sorry, and don't let my wolf-like eyes scare you. When your mother tells you not to make faces or they'll get stuck that way, and you don't listen, this is what happens, haha!"
Personality
"Well now, isn't that a foolish thing to ask someone? Can you roll your eyes backward and tell me what your guts look like? If I were to tell you that I'm an intellectual sort, how shall you know the truth of it? Not by my words, but my actions. If I were some two faced or deceptive person, would I tell you this outright? Would it have any meaning if I did? One doesn't give themselves a personality--one's personality is determined by their choices, and quantified by their peers. Although you could always re-read this report, I suppose! That'll certainly tell you something of me."
Background
"Well, like most people I had two parents at some point. I also grew over time from being somewhat quite smaller and less educated to the way that I am now. If there are any differences in my life story from your own, perhaps it's that I have quite a few brothers--eight of them in fact--or that I have traveled a fair bit. I might have begun my profession at a younger age than some--though whether you'd call what I do a profession or not depends, I suppose.
To say I have taken great efforts or struggles would be disingenuous. We are all finding our own ways in the world. Who am I to say there is greater value in the warrior’s sword than the farmer’s spade—he has certainly fed more people and killed fewer. Yet it is also better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war. What does it matter whether one is born amongst nobles, the poor, or the clergy? Rather than your station, I would ask of your character. In this I shall certainly say--there is no value in evil.
But I suppose I should admit, I am being somewhat secretive. Please forgive me. Ultimately there is no great secret to my history. I found a talent for myself, and I shall take it wherever I go, to do what good I can, for whosoever I shall do it.”
To say I have taken great efforts or struggles would be disingenuous. We are all finding our own ways in the world. Who am I to say there is greater value in the warrior’s sword than the farmer’s spade—he has certainly fed more people and killed fewer. Yet it is also better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war. What does it matter whether one is born amongst nobles, the poor, or the clergy? Rather than your station, I would ask of your character. In this I shall certainly say--there is no value in evil.
But I suppose I should admit, I am being somewhat secretive. Please forgive me. Ultimately there is no great secret to my history. I found a talent for myself, and I shall take it wherever I go, to do what good I can, for whosoever I shall do it.”
Combat Talents
”The only reason a Warrior is alive is to fight, and the only reason to fight is to win.”
The Drifter is skilled with a blade. He fights without shield or armor, shifting his grip from one hand to two. He moves to avoid rather than defend, to preempt rather than to react. Against larger opponents he gives way, against the faster he changes rhythm, and against many he fights only one.
”Spirit and technique, flawless and firm.”
The Drifter seems to know something of Magic, but uses only a single spell. Known in some warrior schools as Focus Spirit, or Magic Power Release, it uses one’s magical energy to increase their raw physical attributes and sometimes channel an elemental affinity through direct attacks.
”To know the future, know everything at present.”
The Drifter’s senses are sharp and his mind perceptive, while his reflexes merely react to a sharp mind and perceptive senses. He is much harder than normal to sneak up on and may pick up on hidden threats, but he certainly isn’t precognitive. Neither is he immune to magical illusions.
The Drifter is skilled with a blade. He fights without shield or armor, shifting his grip from one hand to two. He moves to avoid rather than defend, to preempt rather than to react. Against larger opponents he gives way, against the faster he changes rhythm, and against many he fights only one.
”Spirit and technique, flawless and firm.”
The Drifter seems to know something of Magic, but uses only a single spell. Known in some warrior schools as Focus Spirit, or Magic Power Release, it uses one’s magical energy to increase their raw physical attributes and sometimes channel an elemental affinity through direct attacks.
”To know the future, know everything at present.”
The Drifter’s senses are sharp and his mind perceptive, while his reflexes merely react to a sharp mind and perceptive senses. He is much harder than normal to sneak up on and may pick up on hidden threats, but he certainly isn’t precognitive. Neither is he immune to magical illusions.
Weaknesses
”A sword’s only weakness is that it is only a sword.”
The Drifter is a swordsman. Not a hunter that creeps silently, not a mage with the knowledge of libraries, not a fixer of things or a leader of men. He may offer advice, an opinion, or a helping hand, but his only talent lies with the blade.
”Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear, nor do they understand.”
Rarely will Drifter answer a question directly, or speak clearly and concisely. His parables, koans, and various -isms are offered out of good will, but they are not free.
”Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another—too often ending in the loss of both.”
Drifter’s goals, values, and principles may not be clear at a given moment—but you will certainly know when you have offended them. He will not bend these rules, and it may make him incredible stubborn and hard to work with depending on circumstances. Especially if it becomes necessary to make sacrifices for the greater good.
The Drifter is a swordsman. Not a hunter that creeps silently, not a mage with the knowledge of libraries, not a fixer of things or a leader of men. He may offer advice, an opinion, or a helping hand, but his only talent lies with the blade.
”Though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear, nor do they understand.”
Rarely will Drifter answer a question directly, or speak clearly and concisely. His parables, koans, and various -isms are offered out of good will, but they are not free.
”Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another—too often ending in the loss of both.”
Drifter’s goals, values, and principles may not be clear at a given moment—but you will certainly know when you have offended them. He will not bend these rules, and it may make him incredible stubborn and hard to work with depending on circumstances. Especially if it becomes necessary to make sacrifices for the greater good.
Attributes
- Attack: 3
- Magical Attack: 1
- Speed: 3
- Defense: 2
- Intelligence: 2
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Name: Lesina
Race: Hylian
Age:24
Sex: Female
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Appearance:
If one were to describe the knight, Lesina would be spoken of in an intimidated voice. A behemoth of a Hylian standing nearly six feet and ten inches tall is only more impressive when you consider the giant's womanhood. Her eyes are a pale, piercing amber with a medium skin tone. Despite her stature, there is a hidden poise for grace and beauty in her luscious, red-brown hair kept neatly in a braid and the curvatures of her body toned from a life of war. If one could ignore the scar running from the edge of her eye down to her lips, they might have found her quite lovely. As a foot-soldier, Lesina traditionally wears chain-mail over her small clothes and then equips light plate armor for her hands, feet, legs, chest, and shoulders.
Equipment: As a soldier, Lesina's belt carries a couple small rolls of bandages, a canteen for water, a sword, her armor, and a vial of alcohol for disinfecting wounds. Also attached to her belt is a personal keepsake as much as a battle necessity--an ornate horn made from the talons of the long-extinct Loftwing.
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Background:
A child's memory is such a fickle thing. It reminds us of pieces that didn't really exist, that seem to come back to us in the quiet hours or the night or morning as visions of what once was. Lesina's was no different. The Knight thinks back on her scantest memory quite often...she remembers simply staring at the ceiling in what was likely a home made of stone. The wind on the outside whipped wildly, the kind of gusts that create a flurry of sand and dirt. Then there was a scream; what kind of scream was it? The woman will doubt herself, then decide that the only kind of scream it could have been was terror. A large, burly man takes Lesina into his arms. He was a hooded figure, but his breast was warm and sticky with blood. The man murmured words that Lesina could not possibly understand in her infancy. The last thing she remembers is a stone house, sitting eerily quiet on a hill of sand. Where there were windows there was no glass, and the door was made of the plainest wood. The home grew distant in the background as they moved away from it, until it was swallowed by the sandstorm. She must have feel asleep after that.
Every morning, the girl will think back on these moments. She will even see it in her dreams at night, but it is no nightmare. It is simply a reality that was cast upon her. Lesina will then decide; that during the Hylian-Gerudo War, her parents were killed by a group of marauding Hylian Knights and since she was only a babe, she was robbed from the cradle. The next phase of her life took place in a Hylian Barracks. She was raised by all of the Knights, Squires aspiring to be Knights and so forth. As soon as she could walk the young squire was running errands for members of the Barracks. The instructors taught her to run, climb, crawl, carry weight, preparing her for the day she was old enough to begin combat training. She started training for combat at the ripe age of 10 with all of the other young men. They were taught how to polish and maintain armor, sharpen blades, fight with a sword and repel with a shield. They were also taught hatred. Hatred for the Gerudo. After a long day of rigorous training, Lesina found herself looking in a puddle of water, at the reflection she had.
Her facial shape and straight, brown hair were reminiscent of a Hylian....but that was when the puddle was rippling. As it cleared, it revealed that Lesina had an even, medium complexion, lustrous, pale amber eyes and deep tones of red in her beautiful, red-brown hair. She stood nearly six feet tall when she was 15. These were all characteristics of a Gerudo...they very people she was being taught to hold contempt for and swear to fight until they were eradicated. The Knight came to loathe herself. Originally, the path the Hylian Army intended for Lesina was that of a healer since she was a woman, but as she came to hate everything about the Gerudo, her power in sparring grew exponentially. The other Squires would call her a demon, a half-breed that was only strong because of the blood that flowed in her veins. Lesina rejoiced in the prestige she earned for herself. Eventually, the Squires became too easy and too soft to prove an adequate challenge. So she began training against fully fledged Knights. When she was backed into a corner the girl's affinity for Fire revealed itself--manifesting as a flaming cloak that draped over her back, fiery eyes, and a blazing blade.
Suffice to say, Lesina made short work of all challengers. The day finally came that she was deemed ready for battle. Real battle. Before leaving the Barracks, she was outfitted properly with chain-mail, light plate armor, and her very own blade. It was the happiest day of her life, she thought to herself. Placed under Commander Gerald, Lesina's crusade began by marching from Castle Town all the way to the Desert. Along the way, Gerald and his Troop liberated villages from Gerudo control and brought the swift hand of justice upon all enemies of the realm. Gerald was impressed with Lesina--the woman towered over all others at an impressive 6'10" and was the perfect weapon to fight against the other Gerudo who were nearly the same height. As Lesina battled against the other Gerudo, they tried to dissuade her from the path she was on--to come back to the people she was birthed by. When the Knight refused, they said incredibly hateful things to her. After several such skirmishes, Lesina's hatred of the Gerudo people had finally set in.
Gerald promoted Lesina to be his Right Hand, which made her the second-in-command of the troop. The soldiers came to admire Lesina for her strength, poise, and grace. It took time for them to warm up to the Knight because of her Gerudo features, but in time they accepted her for the Hylian she really was. Lesina was no longer angry with herself when they accepted her as a Hylian, the only thing left for her was camaraderie with her fellow soldiers, food in her stomach, and a deep-set hatred for the Gerudo people. Just as Lesina and her troop reached the Valley to prepare for a flanking strike on the main forces of the Gerudo Army...the war was ended by command of Princess Zelda...
Without a war to fight, Gerald, Lesina, and the rest of the troop took to relief efforts in rebuilding/assisting Hylian settlements to recover from the long war. They would destroy Bokoblin hideouts here and there, but it wasn't anywhere near as glorious as it was before. Lesina felt that she was robbed of her chance to end the war. She really believed that she, and the rest of the Hylians were only a battle away from ending the war and finally exterminating the Gerudo.
Still...despite everything that had happened, the woman found herself thinking long on the fever dream that always came back to her. The stone house on a a sandy hill that grew distant in the background as she was taken away from it. What kind of life would she have lived if she wasn't robbed from the cradle? Would she have taken a different path and come to revere her Gerudo lineage? Such thoughts were a waste of her time....Lesina was a Hylian now, and a Hylian forever.
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Strengths:
Fiery Soul: For each turn in combat, Lesina gains (1) Token of Fiery Soul. Max (3) Tokens. These Tokens manifest by different visual effects. Only one token effect can be used at a time.
(1) Token: Lesina gains a flaming cloak that drops down to the small of her back. Although made of fire, the cloak itself is not capable of dealing damage to herself or enemies without being spent. When the Token is spent, the cloak explodes and deals damage to all nearby enemies. Can be used offensively and defensively.
(2) Tokens: In addition to the flaming cloak, Lesina's eyes appear to be on fire. When the Tokens are spent, the Knight gains a flaming aura that surrounds her body for two turns. Deals damage to all who touch her without a form of protection.
(3) Tokens: The flaming cloak becomes a full cape, her eyes appear to be on fire, and a majestic crown of flame floats above her head. When the Tokens are spent, Lesina pulls an ornate Horn from her belt and lets out a powerful bellow. A full volley of fire arrows rain down on the target area, causing massive damage.
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Divine Intervention: By tapping into her Gerudo bloodline, Lesina is able to split her Spirit in two, creating an ethereal version of herself that can mimic her abilities and actions for (1) turn.
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Demon's Brand: Lesina focuses her inner fire and applies it to either her fists, or whatever weapon she's wielding.
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Restore Spirit: The Knight focuses herself, siphoning energy from dead or living things to heal herself. Can only defend while using this ability.
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Weaknesses:
Racist: Years of being taught by the Hylians has made Lesina extremely prejudiced against all races other than Hylians. She is especially hateful of Gerudo, in spite of her shared blood with the sub-humans.
Easily Provokable: Because of her upbringing, Lesina relies heavily on rage to fuel and carry her through battles. Since she is usually highly irritable, she can fall victim to taunts or traps.
Overly Confident: The Knight has lost very few skirmishes in her lifetime. She's been spoon-fed a rhetoric of honor and glory her whole life, so even if she were to die in battle she wouldn't be too concerned.
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Attributes:
Attack: 2
Magical Attack: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intelligence: 1
Race: Hylian
Age:24
Sex: Female
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Appearance:
If one were to describe the knight, Lesina would be spoken of in an intimidated voice. A behemoth of a Hylian standing nearly six feet and ten inches tall is only more impressive when you consider the giant's womanhood. Her eyes are a pale, piercing amber with a medium skin tone. Despite her stature, there is a hidden poise for grace and beauty in her luscious, red-brown hair kept neatly in a braid and the curvatures of her body toned from a life of war. If one could ignore the scar running from the edge of her eye down to her lips, they might have found her quite lovely. As a foot-soldier, Lesina traditionally wears chain-mail over her small clothes and then equips light plate armor for her hands, feet, legs, chest, and shoulders.
Equipment: As a soldier, Lesina's belt carries a couple small rolls of bandages, a canteen for water, a sword, her armor, and a vial of alcohol for disinfecting wounds. Also attached to her belt is a personal keepsake as much as a battle necessity--an ornate horn made from the talons of the long-extinct Loftwing.
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Background:
A child's memory is such a fickle thing. It reminds us of pieces that didn't really exist, that seem to come back to us in the quiet hours or the night or morning as visions of what once was. Lesina's was no different. The Knight thinks back on her scantest memory quite often...she remembers simply staring at the ceiling in what was likely a home made of stone. The wind on the outside whipped wildly, the kind of gusts that create a flurry of sand and dirt. Then there was a scream; what kind of scream was it? The woman will doubt herself, then decide that the only kind of scream it could have been was terror. A large, burly man takes Lesina into his arms. He was a hooded figure, but his breast was warm and sticky with blood. The man murmured words that Lesina could not possibly understand in her infancy. The last thing she remembers is a stone house, sitting eerily quiet on a hill of sand. Where there were windows there was no glass, and the door was made of the plainest wood. The home grew distant in the background as they moved away from it, until it was swallowed by the sandstorm. She must have feel asleep after that.
Every morning, the girl will think back on these moments. She will even see it in her dreams at night, but it is no nightmare. It is simply a reality that was cast upon her. Lesina will then decide; that during the Hylian-Gerudo War, her parents were killed by a group of marauding Hylian Knights and since she was only a babe, she was robbed from the cradle. The next phase of her life took place in a Hylian Barracks. She was raised by all of the Knights, Squires aspiring to be Knights and so forth. As soon as she could walk the young squire was running errands for members of the Barracks. The instructors taught her to run, climb, crawl, carry weight, preparing her for the day she was old enough to begin combat training. She started training for combat at the ripe age of 10 with all of the other young men. They were taught how to polish and maintain armor, sharpen blades, fight with a sword and repel with a shield. They were also taught hatred. Hatred for the Gerudo. After a long day of rigorous training, Lesina found herself looking in a puddle of water, at the reflection she had.
Her facial shape and straight, brown hair were reminiscent of a Hylian....but that was when the puddle was rippling. As it cleared, it revealed that Lesina had an even, medium complexion, lustrous, pale amber eyes and deep tones of red in her beautiful, red-brown hair. She stood nearly six feet tall when she was 15. These were all characteristics of a Gerudo...they very people she was being taught to hold contempt for and swear to fight until they were eradicated. The Knight came to loathe herself. Originally, the path the Hylian Army intended for Lesina was that of a healer since she was a woman, but as she came to hate everything about the Gerudo, her power in sparring grew exponentially. The other Squires would call her a demon, a half-breed that was only strong because of the blood that flowed in her veins. Lesina rejoiced in the prestige she earned for herself. Eventually, the Squires became too easy and too soft to prove an adequate challenge. So she began training against fully fledged Knights. When she was backed into a corner the girl's affinity for Fire revealed itself--manifesting as a flaming cloak that draped over her back, fiery eyes, and a blazing blade.
Suffice to say, Lesina made short work of all challengers. The day finally came that she was deemed ready for battle. Real battle. Before leaving the Barracks, she was outfitted properly with chain-mail, light plate armor, and her very own blade. It was the happiest day of her life, she thought to herself. Placed under Commander Gerald, Lesina's crusade began by marching from Castle Town all the way to the Desert. Along the way, Gerald and his Troop liberated villages from Gerudo control and brought the swift hand of justice upon all enemies of the realm. Gerald was impressed with Lesina--the woman towered over all others at an impressive 6'10" and was the perfect weapon to fight against the other Gerudo who were nearly the same height. As Lesina battled against the other Gerudo, they tried to dissuade her from the path she was on--to come back to the people she was birthed by. When the Knight refused, they said incredibly hateful things to her. After several such skirmishes, Lesina's hatred of the Gerudo people had finally set in.
Gerald promoted Lesina to be his Right Hand, which made her the second-in-command of the troop. The soldiers came to admire Lesina for her strength, poise, and grace. It took time for them to warm up to the Knight because of her Gerudo features, but in time they accepted her for the Hylian she really was. Lesina was no longer angry with herself when they accepted her as a Hylian, the only thing left for her was camaraderie with her fellow soldiers, food in her stomach, and a deep-set hatred for the Gerudo people. Just as Lesina and her troop reached the Valley to prepare for a flanking strike on the main forces of the Gerudo Army...the war was ended by command of Princess Zelda...
Without a war to fight, Gerald, Lesina, and the rest of the troop took to relief efforts in rebuilding/assisting Hylian settlements to recover from the long war. They would destroy Bokoblin hideouts here and there, but it wasn't anywhere near as glorious as it was before. Lesina felt that she was robbed of her chance to end the war. She really believed that she, and the rest of the Hylians were only a battle away from ending the war and finally exterminating the Gerudo.
Still...despite everything that had happened, the woman found herself thinking long on the fever dream that always came back to her. The stone house on a a sandy hill that grew distant in the background as she was taken away from it. What kind of life would she have lived if she wasn't robbed from the cradle? Would she have taken a different path and come to revere her Gerudo lineage? Such thoughts were a waste of her time....Lesina was a Hylian now, and a Hylian forever.
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Strengths:
Fiery Soul: For each turn in combat, Lesina gains (1) Token of Fiery Soul. Max (3) Tokens. These Tokens manifest by different visual effects. Only one token effect can be used at a time.
(1) Token: Lesina gains a flaming cloak that drops down to the small of her back. Although made of fire, the cloak itself is not capable of dealing damage to herself or enemies without being spent. When the Token is spent, the cloak explodes and deals damage to all nearby enemies. Can be used offensively and defensively.
(2) Tokens: In addition to the flaming cloak, Lesina's eyes appear to be on fire. When the Tokens are spent, the Knight gains a flaming aura that surrounds her body for two turns. Deals damage to all who touch her without a form of protection.
(3) Tokens: The flaming cloak becomes a full cape, her eyes appear to be on fire, and a majestic crown of flame floats above her head. When the Tokens are spent, Lesina pulls an ornate Horn from her belt and lets out a powerful bellow. A full volley of fire arrows rain down on the target area, causing massive damage.
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Divine Intervention: By tapping into her Gerudo bloodline, Lesina is able to split her Spirit in two, creating an ethereal version of herself that can mimic her abilities and actions for (1) turn.
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Demon's Brand: Lesina focuses her inner fire and applies it to either her fists, or whatever weapon she's wielding.
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Restore Spirit: The Knight focuses herself, siphoning energy from dead or living things to heal herself. Can only defend while using this ability.
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Weaknesses:
Racist: Years of being taught by the Hylians has made Lesina extremely prejudiced against all races other than Hylians. She is especially hateful of Gerudo, in spite of her shared blood with the sub-humans.
Easily Provokable: Because of her upbringing, Lesina relies heavily on rage to fuel and carry her through battles. Since she is usually highly irritable, she can fall victim to taunts or traps.
Overly Confident: The Knight has lost very few skirmishes in her lifetime. She's been spoon-fed a rhetoric of honor and glory her whole life, so even if she were to die in battle she wouldn't be too concerned.
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Attributes:
Attack: 2
Magical Attack: 3
Defense: 2
Speed: 3
Intelligence: 1
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Nadijah
Name
Nadijah of the Razordancers; second daughter of Farajah, the One-Eyed Watcher of the Valley. Yes, the full title is very important
Species
Very aggressively Gerudo
Gender
Female
Appearance
Nadijah is a striking sight to behold - literally, because you will probably notice the weapon she's thrusting your way before anything else. Tan and built with lean muscle, she stands at 5'9'' and carries herself with the poise and pride befitting a warrior - most of the time, anyway. It doesn't take much to make her drop into a battle pose even when one isn't needed.
She doesn't carry much in the way of clothes, her heritage ensuring that she needs little protection even in the hot summer sun of the desert. She does have a cloak on her person for when she needs to keep a lower profile or shield herself from the cold (or her understanding of cold, anyway - please don't let her ever see snow) but in general she finds armour and heavy clothing constricting. And anything that makes her movement less fluid, must go.
One would think that the many weapons she carries around would be more a hindrance than another layer of leather, but her priorities are rather set in stone. Her twin scimitars, bow and dagger mean the world to her, and if she could have strapped her warhorse to her back to carry it around on her journey, she would have. No, really. She would have.
She doesn't carry much in the way of clothes, her heritage ensuring that she needs little protection even in the hot summer sun of the desert. She does have a cloak on her person for when she needs to keep a lower profile or shield herself from the cold (or her understanding of cold, anyway - please don't let her ever see snow) but in general she finds armour and heavy clothing constricting. And anything that makes her movement less fluid, must go.
One would think that the many weapons she carries around would be more a hindrance than another layer of leather, but her priorities are rather set in stone. Her twin scimitars, bow and dagger mean the world to her, and if she could have strapped her warhorse to her back to carry it around on her journey, she would have. No, really. She would have.
Personality
Nadijah is first and foremost a warrior of her tribe, duty-bound to protecting her land and people come what may. She's prideful and matriotic, and is liable to react violently to any perceived insult towards her country or kin. Xenophobic and mistrustful of 'outsiders' - particularly those of voe variety - she is difficult to approach and even more difficult to befriend. Not that you'd likely want to befriend her, anyway; she's callous, hot-headed and lacks the common courtesy not to voice unpleasant opinions out loud in polite company.
With that said, she's well aware that she is on a mission of reconnaissance at the moment, and knows that beheading random townsfolk for looking at her and her heritage with disdain is harmful to her duty. As such, she is attempting to tone down her violent tendencies and crudeness, lest she start another war. She's--- just not always successful at it.
But though she's ridden with faults, she is no monster. She fiercely cares for her own and is willing to risk her life for a cause she believes in. And though she holds no love for foreigners, she at least holds an immense amount of curiosity towards them, being both willing and eager to learn about them and theirs. True, this willingness stems from the thought that one should know their enemy to best fell them, but it is still arguably a better attitude than closing your ears and eyes from anything new or different.
Of course, as often is the case with Nadijah, she takes this curiosity a tad too far. Rude and intrusive questions aren't uncommon of her, and neither is downright poking, prodding or snatching things that she wishes to examine closer. So keep your fancy gadgets and especially unique weapons far from her unless you want her to repeatedly smash them on a wall to see whether they'll break. (If they do, she'll consider them boring and give them back, at least).
With that said, she's well aware that she is on a mission of reconnaissance at the moment, and knows that beheading random townsfolk for looking at her and her heritage with disdain is harmful to her duty. As such, she is attempting to tone down her violent tendencies and crudeness, lest she start another war. She's--- just not always successful at it.
But though she's ridden with faults, she is no monster. She fiercely cares for her own and is willing to risk her life for a cause she believes in. And though she holds no love for foreigners, she at least holds an immense amount of curiosity towards them, being both willing and eager to learn about them and theirs. True, this willingness stems from the thought that one should know their enemy to best fell them, but it is still arguably a better attitude than closing your ears and eyes from anything new or different.
Of course, as often is the case with Nadijah, she takes this curiosity a tad too far. Rude and intrusive questions aren't uncommon of her, and neither is downright poking, prodding or snatching things that she wishes to examine closer. So keep your fancy gadgets and especially unique weapons far from her unless you want her to repeatedly smash them on a wall to see whether they'll break. (If they do, she'll consider them boring and give them back, at least).
Background
Nadijah's story doesn't much differ from the others of her generation. She was a child born unto the doorstep of war, her mother a renowned warrior, her father a mere flicker of a presence within a society not meant for his kind. Come with the dusk, gone with the dawn, Nadijah never asked for his name, and her mother never cared to tell.
The young Gerudo's first few years were spent in normalcy that she cannot recall. Her first memory proper is of fire; in the sky, on the heads of braced arrows, and in the eyes of her mother and sisters. The world burned, red-hot with hate. She was handed a blade all too heavy for her hands and told that soon enough she, too, would become a part of the pyre.
And a part of the pyre she became.
Hers were menial tasks at first; practicing for the years to come, repairing weapons, gutting game, washing wounds, laying rest the dead - and taking shelter when the heavens exploded with sound and colour. But as the years grew, so did the scope of her responsibilities. There was blood on her hands before she saw her tenth summer, drawn from the arm of a man with hair as golden as the sun. A foreigner, she thought. An outsider, she was told as her hand was guided for another stab, unwilling to talk.
By the end of the night, he spoke plenty.
Years held little meaning in war, and at some point, Nadijah stopped counting them. She told time by births and deaths, by the amount of able warriors and the frequency of hot, dry winds that heralded a season of drought. The elder Gerudo would often shed bitter tears over loved ones lost to strife, lamenting the harshness of life in the Valley. Nadijah never understood. To her, this was simply life. The only kind she'd ever known.
And then, one day, the world stopped burning.
But she never did.
The young Gerudo's first few years were spent in normalcy that she cannot recall. Her first memory proper is of fire; in the sky, on the heads of braced arrows, and in the eyes of her mother and sisters. The world burned, red-hot with hate. She was handed a blade all too heavy for her hands and told that soon enough she, too, would become a part of the pyre.
And a part of the pyre she became.
Hers were menial tasks at first; practicing for the years to come, repairing weapons, gutting game, washing wounds, laying rest the dead - and taking shelter when the heavens exploded with sound and colour. But as the years grew, so did the scope of her responsibilities. There was blood on her hands before she saw her tenth summer, drawn from the arm of a man with hair as golden as the sun. A foreigner, she thought. An outsider, she was told as her hand was guided for another stab, unwilling to talk.
By the end of the night, he spoke plenty.
Years held little meaning in war, and at some point, Nadijah stopped counting them. She told time by births and deaths, by the amount of able warriors and the frequency of hot, dry winds that heralded a season of drought. The elder Gerudo would often shed bitter tears over loved ones lost to strife, lamenting the harshness of life in the Valley. Nadijah never understood. To her, this was simply life. The only kind she'd ever known.
And then, one day, the world stopped burning.
But she never did.
Weaknesses
Strike first, think-- actually, just strike again - Nadijah cares little for diplomacy, and even less for idle chatter. It's not that she is dumb, it's just that recklessness is carved into her very soul. She knows, in theory, how to plan out a quiet, stealthy assassination and carry it out with utmost care. She knows how to observe an enemy's weak spot before striking to avoid unnecessary injury. She does. It's just that... at times, once blades start to sing just so, she forgets - and throws herself into the fray with reckless abandon.
What sorcery is this - Magic is weird. Magic is creepy, and she would rather stay the hell away from it. And no, it's not because she discovered early on that she had absolutely no affinity for it. No, not at all. She definitely meant to burn her hair that one time, and the merchant's ware that other time; all she sold were crude counterfeits, anyway. With that said, she can conjure fire to this day - but you probably don't want her to, considering she has no control over it.
Me, myself and definitely not you - By teamwork, you mean the way a blade serves as an extension of arm and soul, yes? Oh, or perhaps you mean the unique bond between a warrior and her mount, carrying her off to countless battles? No? Wait, you mean, working together with another person...? Well, her Gerudo sisters are capable, so if need be, she would not min-- teamwork with outsiders?! Are you out of your damn mind?!
Curiosity killed the cat(ty) Gerudo - Though she doesn't like to admit holding any curiosity or interest towards the outside world, she... does. Badly. And she's entirely unsuccessful at hiding it. She's bound to stick her nose where it doesn't belong, prod at the wrong people or examine that one very suspicious lever that everyone keeps screaming at her not to approach, because how can she not. And when something bad inevitably happens, well, that's your fault for not adequately warning her.
What sorcery is this - Magic is weird. Magic is creepy, and she would rather stay the hell away from it. And no, it's not because she discovered early on that she had absolutely no affinity for it. No, not at all. She definitely meant to burn her hair that one time, and the merchant's ware that other time; all she sold were crude counterfeits, anyway. With that said, she can conjure fire to this day - but you probably don't want her to, considering she has no control over it.
Me, myself and definitely not you - By teamwork, you mean the way a blade serves as an extension of arm and soul, yes? Oh, or perhaps you mean the unique bond between a warrior and her mount, carrying her off to countless battles? No? Wait, you mean, working together with another person...? Well, her Gerudo sisters are capable, so if need be, she would not min-- teamwork with outsiders?! Are you out of your damn mind?!
Curiosity killed the cat(ty) Gerudo - Though she doesn't like to admit holding any curiosity or interest towards the outside world, she... does. Badly. And she's entirely unsuccessful at hiding it. She's bound to stick her nose where it doesn't belong, prod at the wrong people or examine that one very suspicious lever that everyone keeps screaming at her not to approach, because how can she not. And when something bad inevitably happens, well, that's your fault for not adequately warning her.
Strengths
Float like a butterfly, sting like a motherfucker + Nadijah may not have been blessed with much of a strategic mind, but point her at an enemy you just want gone, and she's on the task like a flock of cuckoo scorned. Stealthy and fast on her feet with strength and skill to spare, she attacks like a bladed hurricane. At least, if hurricanes had a perpetual scowl and a foul mouth.
If it's sharp, it'll do + Some children play with dolls, swing wooden swords or chase after hapless hens. Nadijah's first toy was a dagger, and the first game she played was gutting game her elders had caught. She can utilize most anything as a weapon, particularly if the object is sharp. She may not always know the correct way to use a new weapon she has only just seen, but you can bet she will find a way to make it deadly in a matter of minutes.
Ultimate Edgelord + Throw her in a pit of bones or have her watch an execution up close; she will not so much as flinch. She was warborn, living and breathing blood ever since she was old enough to understand the concept of battle. She has seen things, heard things and done things that would make most grown men shiver or soil. Some would say her cruelty and callousness is a weakness - she doesn't understand how it could be anything but a strength.
If it's sharp, it'll do + Some children play with dolls, swing wooden swords or chase after hapless hens. Nadijah's first toy was a dagger, and the first game she played was gutting game her elders had caught. She can utilize most anything as a weapon, particularly if the object is sharp. She may not always know the correct way to use a new weapon she has only just seen, but you can bet she will find a way to make it deadly in a matter of minutes.
Ultimate Edgelord + Throw her in a pit of bones or have her watch an execution up close; she will not so much as flinch. She was warborn, living and breathing blood ever since she was old enough to understand the concept of battle. She has seen things, heard things and done things that would make most grown men shiver or soil. Some would say her cruelty and callousness is a weakness - she doesn't understand how it could be anything but a strength.
Attributes:
Attack: 4
Magical Attack: 0
Speed: 5
Defense: 1
Intelligence: 1
Magical Attack: 0
Speed: 5
Defense: 1
Intelligence: 1
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Roa
"All are loved by the Goddesses"
Race
Ocean Zora
Gender
Female
Personality
Roa is an optimist tempered with an education of the realities of the world. She idolizes Queen Zelda for finding peace for Hyrule without bloodshed, seeing great value in diplomacy between the people under the Goddesses. She also firmly believes that the Queen is making good on her responsibilities as a person of the Goddesses-blessed Royal bloodline. It is Roa's firm belief that if someone has power it is their responsibility to do good with it, rather than squander a gift or influence on selfishness. To try and fail still puts a person in her good graces, as never trying at all helps no one. Those that need the most help are the spiritually broken, and there are a great many spiritually broken people after the Greudo War.
Though she was trained well, she never managed to acheive the "quiet devout" attitude of the other priestesses. She keeps a level head, though she is fairly easy to read because she does little to conceal how she feels. When it comes to actually talking to people, she does her best to avoid making assumptions and remain civil. Roa tends to be very agreeable, always trying to view things from another person's perspective though viewpoints that stray too far from hers are more elusive. Some have described her disposition as being similar to someone of noble birth, though she seems to take offense to such comparisons, revealing a dislike for the "noble" class.
Her temper can be found despite her training, and she has a bad habit of letting her perceptions muddy her opinion of individuals. One method of provoking her is talking down to her while disparaging the teachings of the Goddesses, as her cordiality does not exist to protect anyone's ego, nor to endure the rationalizing of cruelty or selfishness. She can also become irritated if someone she tries to help ignores advice and refuses to improve or fix what they can.
One strange quirk the Zora posses is her deep interest in Curses and breaking them. Deep-roo
History
Roa, like many of her generation, were born just short of the Zora Civil War. Some of her earliest memories are of leaving Zora's Domain in the night, her parents' faces marred with worry. At the time she had no understanding of what was happening, or any of the danger that had been growing in the Zora's ancestral home. What she did know, however, was that the rivers and ocean were much warmer than the elevated river basin of Zora's Domain, and there was much, much more space! Not long after her family had left the river basin, she was joined again by other Zora children, some familiar, some new. In the Ocean, those who had opted to leave Zora's Domain for safety made their new home. It could hardly be called a town, but it was home, and it was safe from the conflict brewing in the waters of Zora's Domain.
As with all Zora, Roa spent her early youth with her peers learning the history of her people from the elders, reading and writing, math and the like consumed most of her schooling and ocupied her mind. As busy as the children were, none could deny that more and more Zora were joining them in their new home, and many could feel the frustration in the waters. Things were growing worse, and it was inevitable that their elders would teach them about more recent history. The Zora were becoming a divided people, and war with their own was inevitable. The elder's words were proven true when word came down from Zora's Domain that a war had begun, and the self-proclaimed "River Zora" had laid sole claim to Zora's Domain. Once more danger was near, and once more Roa and her village moved farther into the Lanayru Sea and into what would come to be known as Zora's Reef. Their proximity to their Temple of Water was seen as a benefit, as they could rely on the priests and priestesses of the temple, and likewise support them.
When she came of age and her talent for magic was discovered, Roa's education became twofold. While her friends and peers left to play in the greater ocean at the end of their schooling each day, Roa stayed behind and practiced with the clergy to foster growth in her magical abilities. Roa was gifted, but the training was hard, and progress came slowly to her. Despite her troubles she would persist in the hopes that she could, like the Zora in the temple, help others. Nautrally, when she was offered a place in the clergy she accepted, to the joy of her parents and peers. When her standard schooling finished, she would continue to learn at the Temple instead of studying as an apprentice or traveling.
Training to be a Priestess was as difficult as her magic training, as Roa was stubborn. The philosophy of always seeking to understand others' motivations, and the granting of forgiveness to all who sought it troubled her. She couldn't understand because she had been driven from her home twice in her life by people she might have to forgive. For the longest time she struggled in her studies, until one day a priest said something that caused it all to click into place. "Everyone is suffering." With her revelation, her training continued much more smoothly. She busied herself pouring over tomes full of history and lore seeking to better understand both sides of a war. With so much history laid out before her, she saw trends in the Zora people's history. Trends she could not ignore. Disaster and Tragedy always struck, one after another.
With Hyrule's war with the Gerudo unwinding under Queen Zelda's diplomacy, Roa raced the clock. With the kindgdom's headwaters at risk, they were sure to get involved. Without a doubt, war would again find the Zora, and Roa had the suspicion that her people once again that a curse sat at the heart of it. As she completed her training to become a Priestess of the Goddesses, she wrote an apologetic letter to the priesthood, her parents and her friends. She left in the night, her letter pleading her case in her stead as she ran to Hyrule in search of help, or a lead.
Strengths
Healing Faith
Roa is a Mage-Priestess, which naturally includes the use of magic for noble porpoises purposes like healing and granting others strength. She has practiced nearly her entire life to use these powers, and it is shown in the strength of her magic and the ease with which she can cast minor spells.
Great Barrier Priestess
Roa's magic training lacked a focus on combat, but all mages should be able to defend themselves. In the interest of protecting themselves, all Zora mages are taught to use magic to protect themselves. The most simple of these applications is the formation of physical barriers to keep a foe at bay. More complex spells can trap and physically bind attackers or summon ethereal weapons of light. This lends itself to a method of fighting composed entirely of casting spells while retreating as necessary.
At Home in the Ocean
Roa is a Zora, thus she can breathe water and swim far faster than anyone of a land-dwelling race. If there's a "Water Temple", she'll probably get stuck doing most of the legwork. finwork. whatever.
Nothing fishy about a Priestess
Being a devotee of the Goddesses confers certain benefits amongst the common folk. Violence against a Priest of Priestess carries with it a stigma, even amongst some theives and bandits.
Weaknesses
Fish out of Water
To a Zora traveling over land there are countless dangers, but protection from harsh elements is absolutely vital to a Zora's survival, as they are vulnerable to extreme environmental conditions. A lesser danger, though still important, is hydration, and a Zora without water will quickly become dehydrated over the course of a day and a half.
You're Scaring the Fish
Roa can hold her own in a fight, but she has lived a particularly sheltered life. She can be rattled quite easily by surprise attacks, traps and overwhelming forces, reducing her ability to use magic.
Sea Legs
Due to her living a sheltered life in the ocean, Roa is totally unskilled at travel over land. Movement across terrain any more rugged than open plains slows her, and travel on foot tires her out quickly. She can resist tiring using magic, but if she runs out she will quickly become a burden to any traveling group.
Give a man a Fish
Roa's status as a Priestess is not all fun and games- In fact, none of it is fun and games! She has duties that need doing, lest the people of Hyrule suffer. Should she come across something that the Priesthood of the Goddesses is expected to deal with, she cannot ignore it unless she has some greater task already at hand.
Attributes
Physical Attack
0
Magical Ability
5
Defense
3
Speed
1
Intelligence
2
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