Name: Dekkori



Gender: Female

Race: Deku Scrub

Background: Dekkori's story from very early on, was one of struggle and success. Growing up against the backdrop of a collapsing Deku Kingdom, she studied potioncraft, found love, and helped her newly nomadic people find their way in the woodlands. In time she married her husband, a brave but humble potter that wooed her with a trinket and a song. Life was a reward for effort, and together they flourished amongst the trees. In a few short years, they had added a son and daughter to their little family, and Dekkori couldn't be happier. In the wake of the Deku Kingdom, her people still dotted the forests in small clusters, and she enjoyed a serene life.

The years flew by, her children matured into lively young adults anxious to carve their own paths, see the world on their own. Off they went with their parents' blessings, though they would visit home when they could. Dekkori enjoyed their return visits home, carrying tales of sights seen and people met. Inevitably, they started visiting with loves of their own, and before she knew it, Dekkori was a grandmother. At the time, she thought she'd been blessed, given a life with a fairytale ending filled with joy and love.

When one story ends another begins, and as Dekkori's fairytale was over, her tragedy began. Any Deku of age could tell the forests were darkening. The sun didn't shine quite as bright, The birds were silent and the woods quickly became foreboding. An ill omen that proved it's validity when monsters began steadily climbing in number. A rarity before, dark creatures began stalking all over, as if called to action by some invisible, wicked hand. The stories Dekkori heard quickly became real as her husband limped home one day, having suffering an attack from one such beast. With an abundance of medicine, he recovered, but she grew worrisome.

Year by year, the monster thread worsened. Deku Scrubs began to disappear in greater numbers, and smaller groups began to vanish. Peoples began disappearing into the Sacred Grove without a trace. Knowing there was safety in numbers, her family chose to return to Dekkori's home, farther from the heart of the forest where the attacks were fewer in number. When her daughter's family arrived without her, children weeping and scared, son-in-law injured and grim, Dekkori's heart sank. The monsters had claimed the first of her family.

Gathered as they were, the family of Deku Scrubs mourned together over their collective loss. The forests were only getting darker and more dangerous, but together they would weather the dark times through good or ill. Dekkori spent her spare time keeping her family's spirits up, distracting her grandchildren from the woods that had even begun to scare her. Gone were the tranquil forests of her day, replaced with a forest that snarled and growled in the dark.

They could not stay. Monsters stalked the woods even in the hour of twilight, daring the sun to burn their hulking pale forms. Their unsettling laughter drove the Deku family to break camp early to flee towards the forests edges, away from the twisting darkness consuming what used to be their home. Dekkori could see in everyone's eyes that spirits were low. She provided all the comfort a grandmother could. She prayed to the Goddesses for protection.

They did not answer.

Less than a week after spotting them walking in the daylight, the pair of Stalfos, burning eyes and cackling mouths, descended on her family in the night. The men fought, buying time for their family to flee to safety first. Rusted swords bit into wooden shields in the light of a dying campfire. Dekkori was the last to flee, stealing glances back as her husband, her son, and her widower son-in-law fought the undead to a standstill. Her blood ran cold when she heard howling ahead. Guided by some unseen evil, the monsters had set up an ambush.

The last thing Dekkori remembered was the panicked screams of her grandchildren, the sting of claws raking her arm and body before being thrown and... waking up. Barely clinging to life, Dekkori limped through the devastation in a grief-stricken daze. She fruitlessly searched for any sign of life, but she was ultimately left alone. Through eyes blurry with tears, between anguished sobs, Dekkori gave her family their last rites, laid her family to rest, and said her final goodbyes.

Moving on was as much to escape the memories as it was to find safety from the monsters. Dekkori walked ceaselessly, foregoing denying herself food or rest, trying to outrun the pain of loss, drowning the thoughts out with exhaustion. Her thoughts were jumbled, heart in pieces, and body sore, but part of her demanded she walk until either she reached Hyrule, or saw her family again. Fate seemed to have cast Dekkori adrift, for she saw no one, nothing, as she walked. Fate seemed to have cast her adrift, forgotten.

She did eventually arrive at Hyrule, and having walked for several days without end, promptly collapsed. Her sleep was blissful oblivion, No cruel nightmares or haunted visions, just nothingness. Waking to her first day in a new land, Dekkori fell back on routine. At first she attempted to search for herbs and forage, but she was listless. She had to force herself to eat, to take care of herself. No matter how much it hurt, giving up wouldn't bring any of them back. So she plodded along, burdened with the weight of her memories.

She would wander from place to place, foraging for food, just surviving. Eventually she fell back into the groove of potion-making, the work became her meditation, and she slowly pulled together the shattered fragments of her heart. Years passed, and the anguish dulled into melancholy. She still asked herself what the point of going on was, though she had no answer, she only knew that she had to. Years passed without answer, a numb blur of little substance as the Deku searched for meaning.

The Hyrule Civil War all but blindsided the elderly Deku, the terrible things she'd experienced repeated a hundredfold in other people's lives. Soldiers died, widows wept. Towns she had visited vanished overnight in the ravages of war. For the first time in over a decade, Dekkori allowed herself the feeling of sadness, for she knew this terrible pain countless Hylians were facing. She couldn't let what happened to her, happen to others. Not if she could stop it.

Finding herself closest to Kakariko, there was no shortage of woodland to forage, nor wounded to tend to. Day and night, Dekkori worked, constantly tending to the comparatively small clay pot she brewed with, or gathering herbs from the nearby wildlands. Every potion, every treatment, Dekkori told herself to do just one more, spare one more family the heartache. Spare one more dying soldier the fate they didn't deserve. Her purpose was returned to her anew; help those that needed her most.

As all wars do, the Civil War ended. With no more wounded coming, Dekkori was once again free to wander, but she had become known to the town for her care of their people, and they asked her to stay. Tired of wandering, the Deku Scrub agreed to remain. She chose a spot in the nearby woods, and eventually a home was built in the bough of an oak tree for her. She continues to make medicine for the town. Her tale of tragedy having finally come to an end, the beginning of another looms...

Likes:
-Rain
-Tea (especially with others)
-Helping people

Dislikes:
-the cold
-animals
-violence

Skill: Dekkori is a skilled alchemist, specialized in healing Potioncraft and the associated Herbology. Her cures are notably potent enough to have immediate effect, as well as long term, a difficult feat. A contributing factor to her healing potions' strength is her apparent goddesses-given natural affinity for Healing magic; All Deku Scrubs can shoot magic bubbles defensively, but Dekkori can infuse the sap with healing properties to great, if tiring, effect.

Name: Lanayru, the Blue Maiden

Gender: Female

Race: Hylian

Appearance:

Lanayru is a young Hylian woman with striking blue eyes that seem to shine with a hint of magic. Her long blue hair falls in waves around her face and often tied back in a ponytail.

Her dresses are always blue, with a deep hue that matches her eyes. The dress has an exposed midriff, which she doesn't mind showing off. She is practical and often adds layers to keep warm or cool depending on the weather. However, no matter what she wears, Lanayru always seems to pick shades of blue, as it is her favorite color.

She carries a small satchel on her hip, which contains her magical tools and supplies. Her appearance is understated, but there is an air of confidence and power that emanates from her. Despite the darkness and despair that surrounds her, Lanayru's appearance is one of hope and perseverance.

Likes:
Swimming
History
Fairies

Dislikes:
The Cold
Bullies
Wizzrobes

Background:
Lanayru was born into privilege as the daughter of Hylian nobility, but she never took her comfortable life for granted. Growing up near Lake Hylia, she spent much of her childhood splashing in the water and playing with the Zoras in the crystal-clear waters of the lake. She was always a curious child, eager to learn about the history and culture of her people. Her parents fostered her thirst for knowledge, providing her with access to a wealth of books and manuscripts about the ancient heroes who had saved Hyrule from darkness and despair in the past.

As Lanayru matured, she discovered that she had inherited magical abilities from her ancestors. Her parents encouraged her to study the arcane arts, and after years of practice has grown into a competent practitioner, learning to harness her powers to create shields and magical attacks. She spent countless hours honing her skills, determined to become the best she could be.

After Ganondorf seized the throne, Hyrule was plunged into darkness and chaos. Lanayru's peaceful life was shattered, and she was forced to flee her home and hide in the shadows, hoping to avoid the attention of the Gerudo King's forces. She felt a deep sense of despair and hopelessness, believing that there was no hope for Hyrule and its people. Despite her fear and uncertainty, however, Lanayru couldn't shake the feeling that there was something she could do to make a difference. Taking up her ancestor's role as the Blue Maiden she began to use her magical abilities to help those in need, healing the sick and injured and fighting against the monsters that now roamed the land.

Skill:
Lanayru's Gift: Lanayru's magical abilities are focused on creating magical shields and ranged attacks. She has a natural talent for manipulating magic to create protective barriers, which can deflect or absorb physical or magical attacks. Her shields are durable and can protect herself and others in combat situations. Her offensive capabilities are limited, often relying on single burst magic attacks.