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[endersheart]

Spoiler: “Gerudo” Atara

Excluding the amber eyes, they would still be the same emerald green.

Name: Atara
Age: 20
Race: Sheikah/Gerudo mix
Sexuality: heterosexual
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her

Physical appearance: Atara is 5’7” and rather lithe, though she isn’t exactly exceeding when it comes to strength she makes up for it in speed and grace. For the most part she takes on a Sheikah looking appearance: with pointed ears, pale skin, and snowy white hair. Although she gets her emerald green eyes from her Gerudo side.

Personality: Atara is the quiet, antisocial type. Not one for conversation and not too into depth when it comes to details. If one gets to know her, she might become a little more open and cheerful. Even with her shy exterior, she still knows better than to take disrespect or unwanted attention and will become snappy with someone if they show such qualities.

History: Growing up, she was picked on as a child for being different. She was primarily raised by her father, who trained her in swordsmanship and fighting. Often times, without his knowledge, she would run off and practice with a bow. Since she was born and raised in Kakariko her life wasn’t the most interesting. She was raised to do what all Sheikah do, protect the royal family. Although, personally, that was never what Atara wanted with her life. She, when she got the chance to see her mother, much preferred the life of a Gerudo. Due to this, her father had a tendency to limit the time she was actually allowed to see her mother in Gerudo and mostly allowed her mom visitation in Kakariko.

Extra:
— She can sing really well, but has a tendency to not do so.
— She loves the heat, surprisingly even with as pale as she normally is her skin tans easily versus burning. Very easily.
— Excellent with a bow and sword, mediocre with a spear (not due to lack of her mother trying)
— Very good with horses, her father taught her how to ride and tame at a young age.
— She is, also, very talented at shield surfing and even sand seal riding.
— Has her own variety of colors in Gerudo clothing. Along with her own signature Sheikah themed Gerudo outfit.
— Naturally gets embarrassed about the little things.
— Skip the BS or else persona.

 

[quadraxis201]

Zaris and Mirel

Age(s)
25 (Zaris), Unknown (Mirel)

Gender(s)
Both Male, both use He/Him/They/Them

Sexuality
Straight (Zaris), N/A (Mirel)

Race(s)
Hylian (Zaris), Maraudo Wolf (Mirel)

Physical Appearance(s)
Zaris stands at 5'10" with a moderately thin build and no shortage of stamina, the latter of which comes from extensive cliff-climbing and exploring the world as a whole. For his outfit, he wears a black hooded cloak with a plethora of dark brown nature motifs decking out the cape, mainly leaves and mountains, arranged symmetrically. In the exact center of the cape sits a front profile image of a wolf's head, as well. Beneath the cloak, Zaris wears a black coat with matching trousers. On his hands and feet, Zaris wears buckled fingerless gloves and boots. Zaris' outfit as a whole appears somewhat worn by the elements. Around Zaris' waist is a utility belt, on which is stored a handwoven Rupee pouch, a number of small tools, an intricately-detailed wooden flute, a storage pack, and perhaps most importantly, Zaris' weapon of choice-- a chain whip that is tipped with three sickle-like blades, reminiscent of a beast's claws.

Mirel looks like a typical Maraudo Wolf, but a closer look at him reveals a leather collar fit comfortably around the wolf's neck.

Persona(e)
Zaris is typically somewhat quiet around the humanoid races of Hyrule, preferring the company of animals to people. As such, while it isn't impossible to befriend him, it may take a bit of time before he truly warms up to anyone. He tends to be deadpan sarcastic, as when he refers to the Yiga Clan as "those banana-worshipping weirdos from Karusa Valley". Deep down, though, Zaris has a softer side, and he enjoys a good meal, primarily ones containing meat or fish. On his long trips across the land of Hyrule, he enjoys camping with his lupine companion and looking up at the moon and stars, along with writing about the flora and fauna he encounters along the way in his journal. Zaris has something of a personal credo when it comes to hunting-- he will only hunt animals that have not been already hurt by monsters.

Mirel is highly protective of Zaris, and thinks of him not just as his master, but also his friend. Anytime the wolf's keen nose and ears pick up trouble, they'll not be shy about making it known.

Bio
The lone son of a pair of veterinarians from Riasa Village to the west, it is said that Zaris' striking amber eyes stemmed from a blessing bestowed upon him by the guardian spirit of the woods before he was even born, after his parents helped to nurse a gravely injured wolf that had wandered into the village completely back to health despite the beast being almost completely at death's door. This unique feature of his proved to be a prime source of teasing and taunting from the other children of the village, leading him to prefer to spend time with his parents as they performed their duties with helping sick and injured animals, even going so far as to act as their assistant. What his parents found rather mysterious, however, was that with Zaris around, their patients seemed to be acting calmer and more accepting of surgeries than usual...

One night, on a trip into the woods to search for medicinal herbs, Zaris heard the pained cries of a wolf that had been caged by a band of Bokoblins. Thinking quickly, Zaris slew the lot of them before he turned his attention to the poor wolf. The beast had been positively battered and beaten, covered in slash marks and bruises, in addition to a broken hind leg. As Zaris approached them, the wolf immediately began to weakly snarl in defense, but nevertheless he carried on, remembering what he had been taught by his parents.

"There, there... it's okay. This'll only hurt for a bit, I promise."

Using materials from the crude Bokoblin camp as well as some herbs he had already gathered, Zaris worked quickly to mend the wolf's injuries despite their whines of protest. When all was said and done, Zaris carefully helped the wolf out of his prison, and with the glow of the nearby campfire, both pairs of yellow eyes met each other. Rather than simply running back off into the woods, the wolf seated themself upon the ground. Zaris slowly stuck out one hand with curiosity, and to his surprise, the wolf seemed to be inviting him to pet him after such a brief time together.

"Good boy... good boy, Mirel." Zaris said to the wolf, giving them a name of their own.

As Zaris headed back towards the village, he heard the soft padding of paws coming from behind, and when he saw the wolf following closely behind, he could only grin as he realized he had finally found a friend to call his own.

When Zaris was old enough to explore the world on his own, he would do so with his furry companion ever by his side. When Zaris' travels brought him into the woods near the village, he would feel an otherworldly presence pulsing from the ancient temple at its heart.

As of late, however, that presence seemed to have grown... faint?

Extra
- Zaris is quite nimble on his feet, and is capable of using his chain whip like a grappling hook to cross large chasms.
- If the duo happens to encounter a space too small for Zaris to fit through, he can send Mirel in to investigate.
- Zaris may allow others to pet Mirel, but as he warns the children who come to see him every time he returns to his home village of Riasa, "the wolf bites".
- When Zaris plays his flute, the melodies he plays are tributes to the different animal sounds he's heard throughout Hyrule-- the somber tones of a howling wolf and the staccato chirping of birds, to give examples.
- Zaris is highly skilled when it comes to animal medicine, and may not be shy about helping animals along the way.​

 

[Aura Of Twilight]

Spoiler: Without cloak

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Name: Keenan (actual name is Azrael but he'd rather not be known as the angel of death anymore)
Nickname(s): Ganon's chosen, Ghost, Kee
Age: 21
Race: Sheikah/Yiga
Sexuality: Heterosexual mostly
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him
Height: 6'2

Personality: With a seemingly nonchalant attitude and a carefree smile, at first glance Keenan appears to be a happy go lucky traveler subject to his whims and whims alone, never staying in one place for very long. A young man of mystery, he never reveals much about himself, instead changing the subject to before anyone can pry into his affairs. He keeps people at arms length even when he's been injured. He's also curious and intelligent, generally even friendly, but still possessing a smart mouth and cynical nature that takes some getting used to. Because it's hard to tell if he's merely teasing or insulting Keenan has a habit of rubbing people the wrong way. It doesn't exactly help that he's not afraid (usually) to tell people what he actually thinks either. If one were to use two words to describe him it would be unflappable and annoying as nothing seems to phase him. You could also say he has a rebellious streak since he doesn't always listen to authority.

Beneath this prickly, tough guy exterior however is a man who has experienced too much for someone his age. Having been brought up in the Yiga clan, Keenan has been trained to be a killer since the moment he could hold a weapon. He knows of the various ways to kill a man, from poison to just good old assassination, and how to use shadow magic to make himself unseen if he so chooses. He's seen more people die than he could count, enough that it's almost made him numb to tragedy. Keenan can talk about dark topics with an almost completely straight face that it scares even himself. In spite of all this he is nonetheless a sympathetic young man who perhaps surprisingly can do acts of kindness and not even bat an a eye. He likes helping people and is a softie deep down but gets visibly uncomfortable when anyone makes a remark about it. He's more or less the type of guy to notice somebody in need, aid them, and leave before said person can utter a thank you.

Whether he's doing it out of the goddess of his heart or to preserve his slowly eroding humanity however remains to be seen. All Keenan knows is that he's terrified of what the future holds. There's a hungry, fiery heat simmering in his veins, and a unknown voice slowly getting louder and louder...

He prays he can find a solution, before it's too late.

History: Born in the Yiga clan, Keenan's life growing up was for the part what a destructive, banana obsessed, Ganon worshiping cult considered normal. From the time he could walk he was molded into a weapon to help further his clan's ambition, learning the arts of the ninja through the use of shadows and at least basic mastery of most weaponry. He was subject to intense training designed to break and bring him back even stronger, such as going through multiple obstacle courses full of things designed to kill him and days-long exercises in which he was allowed very little food or water until the mission was complete. At the age of 7 he had already killed his first man, progressing through the ranks rather quickly as the years went by with no signs of stopping. Showing potential at using elemental magic, by all appearances Keenan seemed like the perfect little soldier who would likely be leader of the clan once he came of age.

In secret within the comforts of his home however, his parents were doing all they could to prevent him from being completely brainwashed. Being lower in rank they weren't particularly skilled in fighting but instead served the clan in other ways, his mother being a blacksmith and father a teacher, positions that allowed them to not be under much scrutiny as long as they did their jobs. Both were part of a quiet faction which questioned the practices of the Yiga and their worship for Ganon, some disturbed by how little the higher ups cared about the rest of Hyrule and its inhabitants, while others wanted to throw themselves at the mercy of the Sheikah whether because of homesickness or for some peace quiet. As a result, Keenan was taught the basics of Hyrule beyond what the Yiga seemed keen at leaving out or distorting the truth.

"Remember that nothing is simply black or white. Question everything." His father would say, lightly poking at the skin and tissue protecting Keenan's heart, both sides of his temples. "And never ever let that kind spirit you hold truly disappear, even in a place of hardship like this."

Keenan took those words to heart. Some years went by, the missions getting more dangerous by the day. And on one of those particular missions, everything apparently went to hell. He woke up back in the Yiga hideout among some friends of his parents with no memory of how he got back there, seemingly unharmed other than having some ugly scars added to his collection and was told that his parents had disappeared. One of the Yiga commanders even suggested that they might have abandoned him. The fear and pity present in the eyes of those who had witnessed him grow up spoke volumes of what actually occurred, but no one seemed willing to tell him the truth. All he could do was mourn. Later he discovered that one of his scars had been infected with malice, and with some of the Yiga now saying he had been blessed by Ganon he decided it was time to get the hell out of dodge.

Tasked with either finding a way to kill or corrupt the great dragon Naydra, 17 year old Keenan saw his chance. Once he had gotten near the peak of Mount Lanaryu he faked his death and went on the run. Since than he's been traveling from place to place, never staying anywhere too long because bad luck seemed to be following him wherever he went. With his scar becoming more painful by the day he eventually decided to head to Kakariko village and throw himself at the mercy of his sworn enemies, the Sheikah.

Extra:

• While he has a basic mastery of most weapons Keenan prefers using his trusty katana and shadow magic.
• In his free time he's been trying to improve his elemental magic.
• Keenan absolutely hates bananas, enough that mere smell of them makes him feel ill.
• Ever since the 'accident' Keenan has noticed he can't feel any pain (doesn't stop him from getting seriously injured or dying though) and that his tastebuds have dulled considerably
• He's a decent cook but usually uses a absurd amount of spices in his dishes so that he can actually taste some flavor
• Has some bad insomnia and often volunteers for first watch
• Refuses to use any dark magic for obvious reasons
• Likes to give people nicknames
• Loves animals even though most of them run at the mere sight of him
• Sketches as a hobby
• Never changes clothes in front of others
• Can't hold his liquor, easily gets emotional

 

[Soulmuse]

Name: Aisha
Race: Twili
Age: Looks 25 or so
Sexuality: Asexual
Pronouns: She/They



Appearance:

Spoiler

Normal:
Aisha herself is a healthy 5’6 at best, with a thin build. Bright red eyes and orange hair may not stand out among the Twili but in Hylian company she will catch every eye, even before her ghostly pale skin, or black robes that seem to swallow her entire body. This provides the benefit of free movement as well as concealing anything she might carry with her.

Her makeup outlines her eyes quite heavily with a single line running down from the outer edge, marking her as a mage in training. Despite her accomplishments and technically finishing that training, Aisha tends to leave the mark as is. Likewise her metallic hairband and it’s accessory indicate her training in magic, and are kept for practical reasons as much as an affection for them .


Disguise:
Her Hylian disguise is an imperfect one. The intent was to create a broad-shouldered brunette about the same height as Aisha herself, with tanned skin. All of these features translated, but her ears aren’t quite as pointed as they should be, the shape of the eyes isn’t quite right, and in general if someone really looked at her, they’ll realizing something is just a bit off. Her brown tunic and pants are likewise illusory.



Personality: When curiosity is killing cats, it’s merely a warmup for Aisha. She does not do a good job of tempering her natural curiosity and this gets her into trouble with everything and everyone, as Aisha will inevitably stick her nose into things that catch her interest. Fortunately, this is usually new magic, technology, or the like, and not people problems, although she’s been known to keep asking questions well past the point when she should shut her trap. She’s also fairly adept at going unnoticed when she isn’t asking questions, and that is often when Aisha is at her most worrying as she’s very good at getting into trouble.

When her inability to accept not knowing isn’t getting in the way, Aisha is fairly reserved. She would claim that it is the result of knowing things she shouldn’t, but in practice it is more a case of Aisha being used to getting spurned for her appearance and as such hides behind her Hylian façade whenever possible, although she finds the complete falsification of her appearance uncomfortable and removes it when she can. She does not want to hurt others, and tries to keep them out of the line of fire of her antics, and if pushed about her appearance will simpy flee rather than fight, even if it's a winnable fight.


History:

Aisha's a curious soul at heart, which has often lead her into trouble. In her youth, this trouble was just a scolding, or perhaps learning about certain matters a little sooner than her parents might have liked. As she aged, and learned more of magic, however, Aisha's curiosity took a turn. The general circumstances behind the banishment of the Twili where never concealed from her, the precise nature of the crimes and magics were. Aisha, naturally started digging. At first, she found very little, except not so polite warnings that she should stop looking. This only encouraged her, and Aisha set to obtaining a fair mastery of her family's illusion magics.

While this allowed Aisha to get knowledge, it only continued grow her curiosity and before long, Aisha started looking for more than just information, and started digging into darker and more forbidden magics.

It did not take long for someone to find her, and half mastered illusions were not good enough to fool true masters of their craft. While the Twili could overlook someone simply searching for somewhat hidden history actually dabbling in the dark magics that saw them banished from Hyrule would not stand. And, in turn, they could not risk allowing that knowledge out, and despite her relative youth, Aisha was sent through the Mirror of Twilight, into Hyrule.

As a relatively sheltered child, Aisha was not best equipped to survive in Hyrule proper. Between the sun, the hostile land, and a lack of knowledge, her few months were spent scrounging for food survival. Her few encounters with locals went poorly, as her strange appearance, and ragged(and unusual) clothing tending to produce negative assumptions about Aisha before she could even say anything, and either fled, or reacted with hostility. Eventually however, she started to make better use of her own magic, disguising herself as an unassuming Hylian woman to manage to make her way into towns, or trade with those passing buy.



While she knew enough magic to hunt, it raised enough questions that Aisha eventually took up a bow, if only to give herself a story that she was a hunter just making her living out in the wilderness. Combined with some subtle illusions she found herself a comfortable enough niche, pretending to be Aisha the Hylian, instead of Aisha the Twili exile, for at least long enough to trade and collect rumors, before slipping back out into the wilds, trying to dig up the secrets of Hyrule, and trying not to die.



Extras:

-Aisha’s most well versed in using her magic for illusions, which she will use in a fight, but knows some other magic as well.

-Knows some dark (forbidden) magic, but is unlikely to use it. She’s curious, not insane.

-Survive or die has made her a fairly capable survivalist, as long as you don’t mind her cooking being awful.

-She’s a reasonable shot with her bow, but absolutely useless in melee combat.

-Finds Hylian’s like of bright colors very confusing, and prefers to keep her wardrobe as drab as possible

-Quite good at imitation, to keep with her illusions

-A bit slow at reading in Hylian. When thinking aloud she tends to forget to use the local language.

 

[frecckkles]

Traveler.

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The Merchant

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Bemere

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Hylian

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  🗡 Meats!
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  🗡 Teeth Necklaces!
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  While she does have a rough exterior, Bemere has a child-like inside. She dreams to experience more than Moblins chasing her, selling to the locals, and traveling only on the road. She craves adventure like it's the very reason her soul exists. She wishes to laugh amongst a field of never-ending flowers, twirling and plucking them all in her hand. A group of friends to call her family and share everything with. So far Deti is the only thing close to what she wants. And for now, that's all right with her.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Born and raised in Lurelin, Bemere was a problem child early on in her life. She loved all things adventuring and often got her or others hurt in the process. Her parents tried to punish her, but she never ceased her wonder with adventures.
  
  When she was around 6, a traveling merchant visited the small village. She's met several of them before, but none of them held her attention like he did. He would tell the children of the village amazing stories about what he experienced in the dangerous land of Hyrule. Bemere couldn't get enough of his stories. Her sense of adventure rolling off of her in waves as she listened to him for hours. After he left the village, she decided that her life goal will be to become a traveling merchant. She wanted to inspire kids like her and experience things no one else in her small village ever got to.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  On her 16th birthday, Bemere set out to journey across Hyrule. She packed a small knapsack of her belongings, nothing too heavy for her to carry. She said goodbye to her parents, knowing it would be a long while till she saw them again. If she saw them again. After a heartfelt going away party from the village, she left everything she knew to live out her dream.
  
  Now, her dream was very dangerous. Hyrule is crawling with monsters left and right. Bemere has had no fighting experience, has no idea what sells, and her only social skills come from the people of her village. To put it frankly, she was doomed to fail. Enter: Deti.
  
  Deti, a Goron, stumbled - literally - into Bemere by accident. He was too busy reading a map to watch where he was going, tripped on a rock - ironically - in the road, and rolled all the way into her. Naturally, the two argued about the situation. Well, more so she yelled as he profusely apologized.
  
  Dark was fast approaching. Deti invited her to camp the night with him, in order to pay for the trouble he has caused her. Hesitantly, she accepted. Their meeting that night was fate, they both agreed years later. Deti shared the same desire as Bemere, but he had better knowledge on the craft. Together, they devised a plan and began working together as partners. Bemere was to man the shop while Deti was to gather everything for it.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  They traveled together for years, often going back and forth the roads of Hyrule. One night, they stopped in Kakariko. Bemere sat up shop in their usual area, right by the outside dining area - complete with cooking pot. Deti went into the local forest to forage in order to sell the local items to the east side of Hyrule. Bemere didn't think anything was wrong until night time began to fall. Deti usually got back right before dinner, but she heard nor seen her Goron friend. He didn't show up at all that night.
  
  The next day, Bemere closed shop and headed into the forest. There she found evidence of recent Yiga activity. Bemere and Deti have made the Yiga mad before by refusing to sell them Mighty Bananas. She thinks Deti might have met one the day before, made it mad, and then became it's target for the day. Thus, she sets out on her journey to find her precious partner.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    She wishes to never remember her parents. They were never truly mean to her, but the often disregarded or ridiculed her dreams. She said goodbye to them as soon as she was able to and never looked back. They are the reason she refuses to step foot back into Lurelin, though she misses the rest of her village. Maybe one day they will cross paths again and she can rub in their faces how wrong they were about her.
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    

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    Deti is Bemere's very best friend and partner. He helped her get started in her dream job and even supplies her with everything she needs. Of course, that was per their agreement in becoming business partners. Deti even trained her on combat, naturally being more close combat then anything. She took to the sledgehammer like a fish in water. Deti had one of his friends on Death Mountain custom make her one that's smaller and lighter than normal. On the side of the shaft engraved "Fated Together".
    

    
    
    

    
    
    

    
    
    
    

    
    
    
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[Naburius]

Name: Adagio
Age: 22
Race: Zonai
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him

Physical appearance: Living in the wilderness but mainly relying on magic compared to his own physical power Adagio is lean but not especially muscular. He is of average height with dark skin and glowing green tattoos tracing his body.

Personality: Growing up rather sheltered Adagio has become very outspoken since leaving home. He’s curious by nature and will speak up about anything that he has an interest in. He can at times be badgering but mostly just wants to learn more about Hyrule and it’s people.

History: An outcast happy to be separated from his family, Adagio is eager to learn more about the world. Originally the Zonai inhabited the ruins deep within the jungle, nowadays it is only Adagio’s family who remains there as the rest slowly modernized and integrated with society.

Curious by nature Adagio went against everything his family believed in from a very young age. Where they were religiously adherent to customs he was innovative and constantly pushing their buttons. For a long period they tolerated his mischief as he still mostly followed their practices. However he did eventually cross the line. His family found him carving masks which in and of itself was of little offense however he used the customary war paint of their people to decorate them and they were outraged. Not wanting to face the backlash Adagio fled the Jungle and for the first time began to explore the vast land of Hyrule.

Now he’s taken the opportunity to familiarize himself with the rest of Hyrule and it’s people. Curious of what he can learn from them.

Abilities:
While Adagio prefers to utilize magic based around masks his body has been strengthened with the magical markings of his people and he is formally trained with the spear. His magic pertains to carving masks and imbuing them with the abilities of their likeness with his tribe’s War Paint. A familiarity with the subject is necessary for a proper effect.

Extra:
-Takes a particular interest in the culture of other Hylians.
-Is not a follower of Hylia but rather the spirits his people believe protect Hyrule.
-Is naturally rather trusting but will not give that trust again if it’s broken

 

[CyberJackal]

Name: Trill
Age: 21
Race: Rito (Magpie)
Sexuality: He's figuring it out (not straight)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/him

An example of Trill's plumage, wing, and beak type:

Physical appearance: Trill is average sized for a Rito. Coming from a family of corvid Rito, Trill was born a magpie. His feathers are black with patches of white and a spread of iridescent blue-green along his wings and tail.

Personality: Trill is friendly but can be a bit awkward and nervous at times. He often rambles or talks a little too much, but he does usually realize when he's doing it.

Raised into a family of healers, Trill is highly compassionate and sympathetic. He doesn't like to see others hurt or upset and does his best to help.

He may give the impression of being carefree and happy go lucky to passersby, but Trill is simply trying to allow himself to be happy and enjoy what is there to be enjoyed. He has as many concerns and worries as the next person.

History: Ever since he was born, Trill was meant for music. Only days after being born, he'd do his best to join his mother when she'd sing to him. He could recognize music all around him- in the wind, in the water, in the sounds of the night. Melodies and harmonies came naturally to him from the aether.

As he grew up, after his mother's passing, Trill wanted nothing more than to sing, play instruments, and relish in the pleasant sounds of the world and hear the music of Hyrule's people.

He was taught the trade of his family: Healing. His grandmother, a raven who practiced her healing in a highly traditional, almost mystical method, taught him all about what it meant to help people and ease their pain. His father, a crow, on the other hand, took a more clinical and scientific approach to all of the herbs and materials and the various anatomies and illnesses of Hyrule. His mother, when she was alive, loved plants and gardening. She was much more of a song bird than Trill's father.

Many arguments and much drama ensued in Trill's late teens. It could be called his rebellious phase. He felt such a strong calling to pursue the music of Hyrule, he could practically hear it over the distant mountain ridges. There was magic in it and he knew it. He just had to figure out how to wield it. Unfortunately, as being a healer was such an important role, especially in the current day and age when so much knowledge was lost in the calamity, responsibility won out in the end.

There was a compromise (Thank you, grandmother). Trill would continue his studies and practicing healing and medicine. He'd aid his father by helping to care for his garden, keeping his shop/lab in order, and taking over and trading off with some of his father's traveling doctor routes and trading for rare herbs, insects, and books. So long as he didn't fall behind on his responsibilities, Trill was free to see Hyrule and absorb all of the music of the world he wanted.


Extras:

-Trill sometimes can't tell if it's wishful thinking or coincidence, but he thinks he may be starting to see his singing having magical effects. Favorable wind currents, arrows flying true, medicines having more immediate effects, and many small things that would be easy to write off.

-Trill can be a little clumsy on his feet, but is a very good flyer. Some compare it to dance or maybe what it would be like to see music in the air.

-Trill is an excellent cook. He got in trouble quite a few times as a child for using his father's herbs for cooking rather than medicine.

-Trill can mimic sounds and voices. He's taken a liking to the way more humanoid races hum rather than tweet.

-Trill has a bow. He's not particularly impressive with it most days, but he knows how to use it.

-His father's lab and garden are in a cabin in Upland Lindor. It's a slightly more central location than Rito Village and is easier to grow a larger variety of plants in. Rito typically prefer open air housing, but for his research and elixirs, Trill's father needs a more controlled environment. There's still a structure similar to Rito housing on the roof.

-Trill can be very dramatic.

 

[Hopos]

(Left: Nessa Right: Saran)



Name: Saran
Race: Gerudo
Gender: male
Sexuality: Queer/Questioning
Age: 13
Appearance: red fluffy hair with tan skin, and a shorter height compared to most gerudo. He has that of slight muscle definition and build, but, not too much as he has yet to grow into his full gerudo body. His eyes are a shock of green upon his dark face.
Clothes: A flower crown of blue hues made by his sister Nessa, and light mint pants. When seal surfing in the desert he wears a mint mask to protect himself from the sand. Around his neck is a golden wedding ring, one of a duo that he shares with his sister.

History
Saran was born as a twin into a loving Gerudo family, as the first male in the tribe in thousands and thousands of years. Gerudo legends had spoken of this prior, for-claiming that every 100 years a male Gerudo is born unto the tribe, he is destined to become the ruler of the people and lead the tribe to power. The last male Gerudo was Gannon, and his leadership lead to the downfall of Hyrule, and the disgracing of the Gerudo tribe for his actions. His mother and Hylian father did all they could to protect and hide him within the Gerudo roles, and for the most part it succeeded. Saran blended well into the Gerudo tribe with his twin sister Nessa, appearing as a woman due to his mother's disguises.
Five years of childhood bliss passed, but one hot summer day that all came to an end. A group of people found Saran. It was never clear whether they were Yiga, or apart of any other Ganon worshiping tribe; yet whoever they were, they targeted him within the village and started to make their plans to kidnap him from his family. Through trusted sources, his parents heard of the plot, and with little time to react, They ended up taking their children to the edge of the desert to hide from those that wanted to hurt Saran, at the great fairy's fountain. They prayed to the fairy that she would protect them, and let them survive, before giving the two of them their wedding rings strung upon string and wrapping it around both of their necks. They hugged their children goodbye, and soon went back to town. There, they encountering the group that wanted Saran in their home, and in a gruesome struggle, the parents, and other Gerudo soldiers who had come to help upon hearing the commotion, ended up killing the group of misfits. But, no fight is without its consequences. Both the Hylian man and the Gerudo woman died from fatal injuries, and with everyone in the town clueless as to where the children were left, the two twins remained lost in the desert
Saran and Nessa had to learn how to take care of themselves, for awhile they stayed in the great fairy's spring, drinking the water, eating the fruit, and sleeping there all the same. One day, Nessa gained the sudden ability to manipulate plants to her will. Equipped with this new strength and hope, they decided to venture out to the desert to look for their parents. The sand storms were brutal, the days hot as hell and the nights freezing. Nessa's magic helped them just barely get by, surviving on voltfruit and hydromelons grown from Nessa's hand for food and water. In their search It didn't take long before they heard of their parent's death by some travelers passing by. Heartbroken, the twins grieved, and eventually moved on with heavy hearts, clutching their ring necklaces. Neither of them quite understood why they left, or what had happened, but the loss of their parents still weighed heavy on their hearts like a weight sinking down the gerudo sand. Over time, they learned how to fend for themselves in the desert wilds together, retreating initially to petty theft on desert wanderers, and after some years working in Sand Seal Rentals to earn money for food.

At the age of 14, this is where Saran stands now, working a Sand Seal Rental with his twin sister Nessa at the Kara Kara Bazar, and sleeping nights away under their own little hut and blanket of cloth.
Whenever he goes into town he most wear a woman disguise to enter, but at the Bazar he's free to be himself and take the disguise off. Times have been rough for his sister and him, but they've always managed to get by together, so that's how they plan to do anything in the future.
together

Abilities
Saran is skilled in close sword and knife combat from fighting lizafalos at a young age. He doesn't possess magic like his sister, but he can fight very well, and is always looking to learn new forms of combat for defense (edited)

Personality
Saran is essentially a "gerudo soft boy". He's got a heart of gold, and is more calm/laid back than his sister is. He's led by logic, yet a bit on the nose at points. There is a sinister dark side to him if anyone dares mess with those close to him. He's kind to those close to him, and opens up like a wild flower in a desert oasis. He's most close with his sister as they've done everything together. Though the two of them can fight, he knows he can't stay mad at her for long.

other random things
Saran probably likes guys but as he's around women the most of the time he's not fully aware of that yet.

He enjoys heat as it's a sort of nostalgia for him, but finds snow absolutely beautiful, and wondrous though he isn't used to the cold.

Saran has no acknowledgement of why his parents hid him from his entire tribe. He always assumed it had something with him being a boy, and thus not fitting in well, but he has no idea it had to do with the fact that he is in some way a descendant of Ganon. He's completely oblivious to what his dark lineage holds​

 

[JellySquishies]

Fairy

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given name

Saeha

role

Fairy Protector of the Korok

age

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p.o.b.

The Lost Woods

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  Why am I here? Where is this place?

  
  
  
  
  

  To protect the Korok. A fairy protector formed to find the hidden children of the lost woods.

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  As someone who is a compilation of multiple fairies, her personality is a bit different each time you see her as if a different type of fairy from long ago is now at the helm. Though as they are known for, Saeha is just as kind and friendly to those who cross her path, even more so to those who resemble children due to the nature of her being. She is a guide to those on a journey and a healer to those that have been harmed. A motherly type of figure who exudes warmth and safety to the point that most Koroks (and even some Children) will reveal themselves from their hiding spots to run toward her open arms when there is no danger to keep them from doing so. Thankfully, she does actually have that level of compassion, to be the type to do every little side quest imaginable to completion or to look after those in need of a traveling partner till the next stop.
  
  That's assuming you don't have the essence of Gannon around you. Those that do and are active supporters of him are more likely to see the warrior type. The hostile and at times apathetic to their pleas, fighter who has no fear of using her blade to harm. Bittersweet smiles and a biting wit that will shred any of Gannon's cohorts to pieces if they dare to set foot toward those in her charge or obstruct her way. The difference is like night and day. Only the worst does not arise on the blood moon for her, but all the moons might see that same red if there are foolish Yiga around.
  
  Which lastly leaves the traveler type. As her memories from before her start a hundred years ago are scattered and vague, it's almost as if each place she visits is new to her. Every little marvel and tradition she learns or bears witness to, brings such joy to her at collecting another piece of what was lost to time. Thirsting for the knowledge and sights she can only faintly recall taking place in front of her again in this new age plagued with danger. The ache to explore the tallest mountains and deepest valleys across the hottest deserts is one that makes her endless traveling enjoyable. Even if she can come off as a naïve tourist at times
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The scent of decay and demise, Followers of Demise and Gannon, Monsters, Blood Moons, Harm befalling those around her, Dark magic being used on her, Destruction of the earth without repayment, Thick smell of ash, The taste of ocean water, Overuse of her healing abilities, Weeping children,

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Not being able to protect the Korok children from harm, Allowing innocent people to be harmed and go without treatment, Gannon's rule coming to pass

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  They were part of the world and the balance that was kept between all that inhabited it under the Great Hylia's watchful gaze. They were friendly fae, known to aid any who asked, and any who were fast enough to bottle them for a rainy day. As commonplace as the flowers that dotted the grassy fields that covered the lands, or the trees in the forest, even a few hidden away in the depths of the sea or the reason for an oasis in the desert.
  
  The world and the earth flourished from their light magic, but where there is light, there must be darkness. A threadbare balance that kept them and the dark ones living as harmoniously as they ever would with the people of the light on the above world and the people of the dark living beneath them.
  
  Though all succumb to the pace of time.
  
  Change would always follow in its footsteps, and that drastic change was the beginning of a siege by none other than the demon king Demise. His monstrous army forced the deity of Hylia to take her people and flee skyward until she could be reborn as a mortal again with her chosen knight to bring back peace. In the meantime, with both Demise and Hylians both unable to look after the world, the races of the lands were left to their own devices in a world wrought with carnage and despair.
  
  To regain some order and to repair as much as they could of the world that was left to aid the despondent cries of their fellow land-dwellers, fairies gathered in troves near the various homelands. Using their life forces to mend the land so it was at least livable, and forming what would late become the Great Fairy Fountains known today.
  
  Only a few fairies remained, scattered in unlikely places after running from the monsters that were left to roam, some having been found by the chosen knight when he finally descended from the sky ages ago in his journey to beat Demise yet again.
  
  The Fairies took many generations to heal, watching the passing of time, occasionally assisting the hero time and time again. The world would rise and fall, the names of the legendary trio of the Tri-Force being carved new into the history of time. Demise is forgotten in favor of the Gannondorf that took his place though the three remained the same entwined by fate.
  
  This is when the memories of old grow fuzzy. The endings are not so clear anymore, the details muddled as if changed repeatedly before the ink of history had even dried.
  
  Or possibly, it was different times happening at once.
  
  The different endings splintering like the Great Fairies, shattering at the hands of an unfortunate skull kid hidden behind a peculiar mask. Left in pieces to be made whole again if the hero so chose.
  
  Demise plagued the land from under the surface, more and more, a new power to the Gannon who lost himself in its darkness. Old relics were dug up and brought back to life to fight the growing plague on the land. A Fairy Fountain was found abandoned and repurposed.
  
  In those grave moments, the incarnation of Zelda only found her powers after her chosen knight was all but slain. Struck down and left to sleep in the pool of resurrection.
  
  But that was when she opened her eyes.
  
  In the heart of a foggy forest, floating in a pool of water that smelled of freshly fallen rain from a sky she couldn't see through the canopy of leaves that the Lost Woods' trees weaved. Fireflies danced around her like stars, being the only light that guided her unsteady legs to the face of the Great Deku Tree. For only a fleeting moment, a memory flashed before her eyes.
  
  She could remember a boy she had once followed standing before the tree just in front of her, he spun to keep his eyes on her as she danced around him.
  
  "Why am I here? Where is this place?"
  
  The tree hummed, staring fondly down at her again for the first time.
  
  "You are here to protect the Koroki Korok. A fairy guide protector formed to find the hidden children of the Lost Woods."
  
  Saeha was the name she chose when she left the safety of the trees with only a sword and the clothes she had woken up with. After saying goodbye to all her new charges, the wooden children she would be protecting and finding starting from the day. The warning the Great Deku Tree had offered her of the danger made her wary. The cautious sort that hid more than fight until she came across the remnants of the people who lived in Termina struggling against the monsters.
  
  She fought beside them.
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  Learned from them.
  
  Leaving after she did everything she could, traveling from place to place looking for the Koroks. Stopping here and there for little favors when she could before departing. She didn't notice how the passing of time didn't affect her at first, but the people had. So the rumors of the Lost Fairy who walked amongst the Hylians started to be sewn into the passing gossip when the roads were reestablished. The inns and the trade soon followed.
  
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  As a Fairy, she naturally has wings that are often seen by children as beams of light despite her having them hidden from view. She can use them without having them be seen, but to go higher than a hover would require them to be visible. Saehe also retains the magical healing properties known to fairies, though it takes a small toll each time she uses it if she does so repeatedly without rest. It's most potent in water, and can even temporarily allow the water to hold healing properties while she is within it. Though it is more common for a Great Fairy to have powers involving enchanting equipment, Saeha has the power to store them and recall them as she pleases. Though she has only seemed to use this with her weapons.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  A peculiar sword that appeared when she was talking to the Great Deku Tree about the dangers outside of the Lost Woods. There isn't much different about it compared to other swords save for it glowing slightly and being very sturdy for something that looks to be made to be decoration.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The warm and comforting aura she exudes soothes the people around her. Children, Koroks, and animals may feel a stronger pull to go to her when feeling threatened or scared. At times when she is in a dangerous situation, especially one she cannot handle, it can shift to an aura that beckons the strong to come to her aid. Though that is entirely dependent on someone being nearby.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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[Karcen]

Name: B-206
age: over 10 years
gender: goes with female
race: artificial sword spirit
appearance:

History: B-206 is an ancient device created by the sheikah at the height of their technological and magical innovations. A prototype of their own master sword. The masters of the Sheikah in their hubris decided that they would make their own sword that could content with gannon and the malice. They were of course not Devine themselves so could not make a soul from nothing. This meant they needed to find one, and find one they did. The exact way they managed for force a soul into their creation as they made it , is best left unsaid. Still despite this the sword was just another failure and more annoying retained some of it's personality and memories making it very uncooperative. Eventually the kingdom would fall and the project to remake the master sword would be forgotten. even when the old technology was rediscovered the swords locked away were left to rot, most having long faded away leaving only B-206 alone in the dark. Still nothing is lost forever and what is lost is often found. Someone would in time find the swords and sell them off scattering them tot he four winds as those that could be sold were sold. Where they ended up B-206 doesn't know or care she id on the surface now.

personality: B-206 is a bitter spiteful and sarcastic person. She is honestly very annoyed she hasn't faded away and managed to die yet. She has in truth lost faith in the gods and holds a bit of a mocking attitude towards them not feeling they could do anything more to her. B-206 doesn't like to talk about her past before becoming a sword and just says she always has been one and is defective.

 

[JellySquishies]

Lost Link

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given name

Osiris

role

Mentor of the Heroes

age

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Hyrule

alignment

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  The Lost Link of Time

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Osiris

  
  

  the death of a hero

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Lost Link of Time

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Osiris

  
  

  awoken by the call of fate

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Lost Link of Time

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Osiris

  
  

  a figure from the past

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  @thegreatplateau

  
  

  
  
  
  

  I died....

  
  
  
  
  

  WHY AM I ALIVE!?

  
  
  
  
  

  I ALREADY PAID MY PRICE!!

  
  
  
  
  

  I FULFILLED MY DESTINY! LET ME REST!

  
  
  
  
  

  The world still needs you Link Osiris...

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  psyche

  
  
  
  

  
  A soldier who only remembers one of the wars he has fought and died for. The endless cycle fracturing and glued together to what he is now. Memories he once held so dear are now splintered mirrors of themselves. The scars of someone else's defeats litter his psyche and body, and so the once hopeful knight is a mere bitter shadow of his former self.
  
  Defeated and unable to rest the weary remnants of his soul, he continues to march forward unwillingly because his legs refuse to stop. So instead of being a bystander in his own body, he takes what little control he has. He is harsh and at times abrasive from being forced again to do his part in a fight he can't even partake in. The cynicism and temper is well earned.
  
  Though he is much more patient than his grumpy demeanor portrays, his role of mentor is one he has already performed, and performed well. The patience to guide even the most incapable to learn the ways of weapons he doesn't remember mastering is within him, just as the thoughtfulness to work with others even if he doesn't use it often.
  
  There is no guarantee he will be laid to rest at the end of this, he can feel it as much as the vile and divine energies inside him clashing forever to keep him upright. He has no mercy for the wicked that find solace in his wrath and darkness, and little sympathy for those basked in the light that seeks to sooth the ailing humanity left within his soul.
  
  But sometimes... A glimmer of the kind man he once had been shines through the heartbreak of failure and being abandoned by even the gods.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Feiry Temper

  
  
  
  
  

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  The outdoors, Soft beds, Stargazing, Tales of Old, Apples, Animals, Children, Sleeping, Coffee, Meat, Warm foods, Fighting monsters.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  The scent of decay and demise, Followers of Demise and Gannon, Monsters, Blood Moons, Thick smell of ash and blood, The taste of ocean water and iron, Weeping children, Fallen comrades, The goddesses and Hylia for bringing him back again, How he can't curse anymore

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Whenever he tries to curse, the curse word gets switched out by another one of his lives' languages. Every time he sleeps he is plagued by nightmares of his pasts and the pasts of the others, Blood moons make him more violent, Light magic soothes his temper and the demise inside of him though it hurts somewhat, Always hungry and angry at the Yiga Clan.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Gannon's rule coming to pass AGAIN, Not being able to be at peace once this is over, Failing to prepare his students to fight

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  In Place Much Like Here, But Not Here At All....

  
  

  The hands of fate spun its web again, the story flowing just the same as it always did-
  
  Gannon was born and rose to power, the first male Gerudo is over thousands of years and meant to lead. Then Zelda with the blessings of Hylia entwined in her blood as much as the air she breathed. Days later it was his turn.
  
  He came into the world poor and hungry, screaming with hands outstretched toward a mother he got to know, and cradled in the callous hands of a father who only knew how to fight and grieve from as far back as he could recall. They didn't talk about the hole in their lives and the loss of an important figure meant to be there to bring them together and soothe their woes. Maybe if she had been there, things might have been different.
  
  Possibly he could have been more prepared to deal with his struggles had he had a gentle soul to confide in, instead of being pushed from the moment he could walk to be strong. To be an excellent knight for the Kingdom of Hyrule and its royal family. Since that was all his father knew how to teach, he was after all the head of the guards that served the king directly. The only stability he could provide to his son, was the possibility of a job for the rest of his days.
  
  If he succeeded in training him, he could be the personal knight to the Princess that was just a few days older than him. Dangerous work for sure, given how there were rumors of a greedy Gerudo kind being whispered about behind closed doors. His son had to be ready for whatever may come because that was the only guarantee he knew of. Peace was never forever, and war would always follow soon enough after.
  
  It was a cycle just like in the legends involving Hylia and her rebirth. His dad wasn't foolish enough to believe his son was the Chosen Hero, but he could by that Hero time.
  
  Maybe if he had more faith, things might have been different.
  
  His son, Link Osiris excelled at combat, a prodigy some would say. Though that didn't explain the blisters on the tiny hands that held those weapons with ease. Osiris worked hard to be as good as he is was. He wanted to prove something, even if he didn't know what it was. At thirteen, he followed in his father's footsteps, joining the knights and their many ranks for the good of the kingdom so that they could live at the castle permanently now. No longer needing the dusty home filled with memories of a woman he wasn't allowed to ask about.
  
  He met the Princess by accident, out in the courtyard. She was allowed to live leisurely whereas he had to work, he hated her for that, and she hated him for being so serious. It was no secret that she made fun of him for rarely talking to the maids, just as he bitterly called her a brat to her face often. She was convinced it was the only word he knew for the longest time.
  
  But that's the funny thing about peace, it never lasts.
  
  War came on the heels of a large dark horse carrying an even larger man. Two fairies by his side that were the size of the average Hylian, a boy and girl with hair and eyes of gold. The girl was dressed in red with black feathers in her hair while her twin was dressed in purple with a long braid. They were the accompaniments to the rude Gerudo King while he spoke to the King of Hyrule about a compromise that would never happen. Though they spent months discussing it civilly, allowing for the fairies to enjoy their time in the castle. The red one shares a love for the same flower as Zelda, much to both his and her brother's chagrin as they were forced to watch over them play in the field of the very same flower just outside the castle after he was assigned as the princess's chaperone.
  
  He couldn't fault Zelda's growing bond with the female fairy, as she was surprisingly gentle despite her strength and her brother's violence. Always one to heal the wounds they gained when they sparred to pass the time. Their days were happy and it was easy to ignore the dark, brooding future at their doorstep. Even so, when they were forced to leave, Zelda had given her two Silent Princesses to remember her by.
  
  Which made hearing how she was wearing them while she and her brother slaughtered their forces even more unbearable. The duo was named the Hounds of War after several bloody battles with them at the helm of Gannon's forces. None more saddening than when not only was Osiris's father slain before he could make amends with his angry son, but the King was poisoned by one of their blades. He lived a few more years as it slowly ate away at his health and with no cure in sight, he focused on preparing his daughter to rule after his passing.
  
  No one is ever truly ready for them to be on their own in this cruel world, and it was shortly after she rose to the throne that she found not only solace with him, but a friend who knew all that she felt because he felt it too. He had lived the same tragic life as she.
  
  But as the Gannon's forces grew closer to the castle, they found their last chance to win.
  
  A spell to seal him beneath the castle in the hidden chamber of grass and the princess's beloved flowers, lit only by the light of Hylia's left-behind divinity. Only accessible through the Hylia statue in the castle's chapel that Zelda was able to unlock due to her heritage.
  
  Her power was the last stand.
  
  It was in that chamber that he had not only fought and defeated Gannon with the spear of the lost hero, but he held off the Gerudo King's Hounds of War by himself as Zelda continued the spell. It was during the fight that he found out the male fairy had been the one to poison the King. His blade had left the same mark on his eye as it had on the King's body before it grew to consume him. The same markings that had covered what was left to bury his father.
  
  A blind fury overtook him as he surged forward to defeat the purple fairy once and for all, but just as his spear cleaved him, a familiar sword pierced through him.
  
  Falling to his side and then pulled onto his back, the last thing he had seen was the golden eyes of the red fairy crying over his body as her twin dissolved into particles of purple light. None of her words reached his ears as he died peacefully on her lap.
  
  Though Zelda found him at the foot of the statue of Hylia, his spear beside him as his arms were placed on his chest with two Silent Princesses in his hands.
  
  In his honor, she made sure to bury him beside his father in the Royal Graveyard.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  Icuras is flying toward an early grave.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  Love Goes On and On

  
  

  Lindsey Stirling

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Cursedly Divine Body

  
  

  Corrupted by Demise's darkness and resurrected by Hylia's light, he is a walking lost soul plagued by the inner turmoil of conflicting energies in a constant war between themselves to keep his body moving. He suffers from the sway of them making his temperament more often than not either nonexistent or awful. Nightmares of the orders being whispered toward the monstrous forces that follow Gannon's rule plague him when he rests if it is not of his own grizzly battles of a war long since forgotten. Or perhaps they never existed, to begin with. Light magic has much less effect on him, and may even cause him some pain, but helps curb the darkness. He may be saved from being controlled by his old enemy, but in the same breath, he cannot face him either.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Weapons of The Lost Heroes

  
  

  Weapons of heroes past that have long since rusted with their owner's soul. Despite their aged appearance, they are sturdy and as durable as the strongest blade. Though only one is out at a time, that weapon can shift into different forms. Most notably a sword, an ax, a spear, a bow, and a shield. All bearing the Hyrule crest on them as well as the Hero's.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Curse of Demise

  
  

  Due to the pestilent force inside of him since his death, it has ebbed its way to affect his very being. He can understand the words of monsters plain as day just as the blood moon makes his wrath all the harder to control without the help of light magic to bolster what good is left inside of him because of Hylia's wish. Though it comes at the price of pain and the lacking effect of healing unless it is used in large doses. His presence when in a frenzy can give off the same aura as that of one of Gannon's blight, though he has no control of him.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  Converged Memories

  
  

  He remembers his own memories, painfully aware of the things that have happened to him, but often they are mixed with details from another life he did not live but was him all the same. Their battles plague his dreams with more death of people that he feels his heartbreak for as they are slaughtered and can do nothing about. Though this body is almost exactly as he had left it, it is no longer his own anymore.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  The woman who killed him has reappeared again, though she remembers not, he remembers her. The light that shrouds her does not soothe his mistrust, nor does her amnesia.
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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[JellySquishies]

Sheikah Spy

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given name

Vollik

role

Yiga Clan Member

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22

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Kakariko Village

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  The Sheikah Spy

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Vollik

  
  

  a successful yiga clan member

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Sheikah Spy

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  Vollik

  
  

  the best spy for Impa

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  The Sheikah Spy

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  sword of the wind

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  @kakarikovillage

  
  

  
  
  
  

  I have a friend who wants to do the right thing, but needs help.

  
  
  
  
  

  Your half-brother wishes to come home?

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  A simple lad, who has lived a not-so-simple life. In fact, he has lived two; one as a proud and proper Sheikah warrior of Kakariko village, and the other a successful member of the Yiga Clan. He was the spy just as his forefathers had when the Hero was laid to rest until he could continue the fight. Espionage is as much in his blood as lies are. Though truly, he tries to avoid telling them when he can, opting for being overly honest instead. Just the naïve and boyish fighter who rather sit and contemplate life while staring at the beautiful scenery of a new place. Or more often than not, thinking of the home he can rarely visit anymore.
  
  He is much smarter than he lets on, playing dumb for the sake of others and his own safety, but that is the name of the game when you have to manipulate the odds into your favor in order to survive. Something he has to do, so it was best he become resourceful enough to be left on his own since it was unlikely he would have any help to begin with. Though those dark thoughts and what-ifs are hidden by a carefree smile and whimsical questions. The world is already much to dark and cruel for him to not try to ease it with levity.
  
  Just as he would try to help those suffering when he could, and those he couldn't still walk with him. Weighing him down by the ankles as he is still strolling through the world. So he will enjoy it until his left breath, for the people who aren't here to enjoy it with him, and the people that are.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  The outdoors, Sleeping beneath the stars, Learning different cultures and traditions, High places, Stargazing, Snoozing in trees and other unlikely places, The smell of flowers and moving water, The light that filters through the leaves, The Wind, Apples and Mighty Bananas, Traveling, Animals, Children, Singing and playing instruments

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Blood Moons, Harm befalling those around him, Having to use dark magic, Destruction of the earth without repayment, Thick smell of ash, Seeing his half-brother in pain, Weeping children, Poorly tuned instruments

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  He gets lost in thought a lot or really he zones out while staring out at the beautiful scenery, Vol is definitely one who helps any injured animal he finds, Sleeps in odd places, Sleeps very often, Occasionally hums or sings to himself

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Not being able to protect his half-brother, Allowing innocent people to be harmed, Gannon's rule coming to pass

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  A Tale Of Two Brothers

  
  

  Born in Kakariko village, and depending on who you ask, the answer you get will be drastically different. To some, they would tell the tale of a proper boy who could be occasionally spotted in Kakariko village, adored by Lady Impa's attendants and someone she was hoping to help take care of the village once she was gone. The others know him as someone who was loyal to the Yiga clan, and of the more successful ones.
  
  Both were true, for you see he was the son of Kakariko's best spy, well not notably so. As it were, his existence was simply something that happened without much notice despite being well planned. The next peg in the hidden legacy that only Impa and his forefathers knew of that has been going on since the Yiga Clan first rose up.
  
  It was a sad life to live, but a necessary one, because good men doing nothing would always lead to evil's triumph. So it was his family that became the sacrificial lamb to do their part.
  
  A small one, but important so that when the time came, they could make sure that the Hero and the Princess would have every bit of information they needed. Which was why he was born in the first place. Though most of his time was within the confines of Yiga Clan settlements, he knew the way by heart to see Lady Impa to tell her what went on.
  
  Trained as soon as he could walk to use weaponry, excelling in swordsmanship, and prepared for the eventual duties he would have to take on for the evil world. Learning the dark arts alongside his half-brother, both of them leaning on each other for support when their parents were not enough. Many whispered secrets that remained secret between shared in the dead of night.
  
  They were mostly stuck at the hip, a duo that rose through the ranks at the same time, but their paths were never meant to be the same.
  
  That was the only secret they kept to themselves=
  
  Keenan was chosen for Gannon's revival.
  
  Vollik was chosen for Gannon's defeat.
  
  It was only long after that the fork between their parallel paths grew wider to the point that neither boy could see the other through the space of deception between them. Torn from his brother, Vollik was left to his own devices and lost in his thoughts as he was given the title of the best for espionage and sent to collect information when he was sent to deal with the growing resistance.
  
  It was after coming back from a mission that he came to news about his mother and Keenan's father being sentenced to be executed for speaking against the leader's will. He had been too late to save Keenan's father, but their mother was still alive. Waiting in a cell until her time came too, was how he had found her that night after the guard on duty fell asleep in the room adjacent to the cells. The sight of his mother behind bars, silently crying with only the moonlight to keep her company as the knowledge of her losing not only her husband but soon one of her sons because of this despicable cult. It broke his heart, the small pieces being torn again when he heard of the plan they had for Keenan.
  
  So the least he could do was save her.
  
  His whole life he had been fighting the good fight in the shadows, but this was the first time he had used the shade to save the life of someone closest to him.
  
  Sneaking his mother out of the Yiga Clan's cell and to Kakariko Village for Impa to prepare her to be relocated to Hateno Village. Sparing the ruppees so that he could buy the abandoned house there for her to stay. The trip there was bittersweet as they stayed off the path until they were close, talking about their lives and of Keenan.
  
  They both didn't know what to do, but he swore to bring him back home.
  
  He had too, before he died, he wanted to see both his mother's and his half-brother's smiling faces together. Free of pain and the stress of having the world on their shoulders.
  
  A tearful goodbye and agonizingly long farewell hug was all he could give to her for now. Vollik couldn't write to her or risk exposing her to the Yiga again, since his job was not yet done. But he tried, he tried so hard to claw his way back to being paired with Keenan again. He had to know that their mother was alright, at least.
  
  He had to warn him, and get him away because deep in his heart, he refused to believe that his half-brother would willingly give his life to Gannon.
  
  The fear that he might be too late plagued him when the news of Keenan's death was soon spread through the Yiga like fire. He believed it too, until while he was out he had heard rumors of a Sheikah traveling by themselves. Sounding exactly like his brother, and on their way to Kakariko Village.
  
  Vollik didn't know how he knew, but he did. That same voice in his heart that whispered that his half-brother didn't want to be Gannon's pawn speaking again that this was him. So he set off to hopefully get there first. He would get on his knees to beg if he had to. Beg for Keenan's life and for any aid that Impa could offer. For he would do anything to help him and have that one promise be fulfilled.
  
  His brother home at last.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  And I left you alone, in a house, not a home.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
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  Trained in the lost arts of both the Sheikah and the dark magic-based magic that the Yiga Clan is known for, he can use a variety of techniques. Though he prefers wind magic most of all, and has tried to incorporate it in similar ways to the others so he can primarily use it instead. It has mixed well with the ninja arts he was forced to learn in order to survive and has made him almost impossible to trace through normal tracking means. Though magic users and those sensitive to magic would probably be clued into his presence due to the scent of the wind being saturated with the scent of falling leaves.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  A katana he had gotten in his travels that works well with the wind magic he primarily uses. It glows green and can make spirals of wind form around its blade to be used much like one would use a korok leaf, though it can produce more precise and cutting slashes of wind depending on how he attacks with his sword. Stabbing it within the ground can produce an uplifting current perfect for gliding.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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[Takumi98]

• Grima
• Uriah

• 
  Name: Grima
  Age: 25
  Race: Sheikah/Hylian
  Sexuality: Bisexual
  Gender: Male
  Pronouns: He/Him
  
  Physical Appearance:
  
  Spoiler: Grima

  

  
  
  His right eye, normally covered by his hair, is the usual Sheikah red, while his left is a deep blue green.
  
  Personality: Grima is a gruff if observant man, due to his current parental role he's grown much more protective and somewhat strict of his charge. Even so, when given time to himself or when in a safe environment he can let go of his hardened exterior and let his softer side peek through the surface, especially when around the child he now claims as his own.
  
  History: As a Sheikah, Grima was raised with a weapon in hand and with the idea in mind of protecting the royal family like his people have done for generations. His Sheikah father trained him in weapons while his Hylian mother trained him with a paintbrush. While no master in painting, he grew to enjoy painting scenery more than he did fighting, wishing to leave Kakariko to see the beauty that Hyrule had to offer. It took some convincing, but his father allowed it with hesitation and armed with a sword and traveling light he set foot outside of Kakariko Village at 16. Despite finding trouble with monsters, Hyrule had a tragic beauty to it. When he returned to Kakariko, it would be some years before he would venture out again, though at 20, he ran into the dilemma of a few traveling Hylians and one half Gerudo being overwhelmed at their camp by a few Bokoblins, with one Hylian dead and the half Gerudo being injured while protecting a young child who, admittedly, put up a rather good fight with a simple spear.
  
  
  While there were only three of five Bokoblins left standing, Grima rushed in to assist, helping to slay the last three. The mixed Gerudo/Hylian woman had thanked him greatly, offering to repay him kindly for his help. While he had initially refused, he offered to protect both her and the child during their travels for a time while helping her with her injuries until they went their separate ways.
  
  
  He got to know her as Farah, and the child was Farah's younger half sibling Uriah, who had asked him if he had seen their elder brother that had disappeared one day.
  
  
  "He's kinda tall, like, almost your height, with black curly hair like mine that he ties up cause it's kinda long, and he always looks tired and sad. Oh! And he has a sword too! He said he'd be back but it's been too long, so maybe you've seen him?" The child had described with a hopeful look in her wide eyes that made his heart ache as he informed her that no, he didn't see anyone like that in his travels.
  
  
  They traveled for months, and sometimes he'd help them try and figure out if anyone fitting that description had been in the area, whether they remembered the man from months prior when traveling with the two girls and he just happened to be in the area relatively recently. In that time, Farrah had healed before tragedy eventually struck. Farah had been killed while the trio were out in the wilderness. Wounds from a close encounter with a bear that Uriah had not spotted when wandering the forest and Farah had been quick to try and protect the child from, along with limited and dwindling medical supplies to hold her through until they reached a village led to Farah's untimely demise. So, he took Uriah in as his own after learning the girl had no other relatives besides her 'lost brother' and now dead sister, training her in basic sword fighting and bowmanship as he took her to Kakariko to settle for the next five years.
  
  
  He did end up finding out about the man she called brother recently, though, and from what he knows, the man had, in some form or another, had encountered a Yiga Clansmen who had taken his life. Though the finer details aren't clear, he has yet to find a way to tell Uriah.
  
  Extra:
  -An okay cook
  
  -Has to fight Uriah to eat vegetables that aren't just mushrooms
  
  -Strong swimmer and climber
  
  -Quiet as a mouse
  
  -Flexible in the "I don't like that, looks painful, please stop" kinda way (think Kaycee Rice)
  
  -He calls Uriah his child and has a few affectionate nicknames for her
  
  -He blamed himself for Farah's death, and tries to let Uriah know that she was not to blame for it and that mistakes happen, and is trying to help the child on the road to recovery, though he himself is barely there and admittedly isn't a therapist
  
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  Name: Uriah
  Age: 15
  Race: Hylian
  Sexuality: Doesn't know yet, plans to figure that out a little later on in life
  Gender: Female
  Pronouns: She/Her
  
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  Uriah stands at 5'1", with short curly black hair and tanned skin from being in the sun quite a bit. Her eyes are hazel.
  
  
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  Uriah is a curious child, as well as relatively friendly and at times optimistic that things will eventually get better. However, she has a bit of a temper on her, and is not above getting dirty or throwing a punch with other children be it rough housing or actual confrontation over some form of slight against her or her current parental figure. She usually tries not to throw the first punch, and genuinely tries not to cause Grima too much trouble.
  
  
  History:
  The youngest of three and the results from a third marriage, Uriah was mostly raised by her siblings in Hateno Village, as her mother had died in childbirth and her father blamed her for it for as long as she could remember. Her elder siblings had been there to ensure she grew up relatively happy and loved, being the surrogate father and mother for her growing up and, once their father unfortunately met his end after the drunkard got kicked by a horse at the inn's stables too hard, the two teens did whatever they could to make sure there was food on the table. Valen, her brother who had been trained with the sword in some capacity went to find work helping travelers and merchants on the road while Farah had gotten the job helping guard the Village entrance at night from the occasional Bokoblins in the nearby woods.
  
  
  One day Valen had left with the promise to return soon, yet never did. Farah had planned to try and look for him and Uriah insisted on going as well, but the two argued and after a third party, a young man visiting the Village for a time, had offered to go with them there was rather reluctant agreement. Along the road, Farah taught her some basic spearmanship, but insisted on doing most of the fighting if they ran into too many monsters. This eventually led them to meeting Grima, who she'd cling to after losing Farah and swear to become as strong as or even stronger than to protect them both and help people one day.
  
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  -Has been mistaken as a boy a few times before but doesn't mind much
  
  -Has some basic training in spears swords and bows, but is still learning
  
  -Blames herself for the death of her sister, but Grima is trying to help her overcome that sense of guilt
  
  -Does her best in training to become better at protecting herself as well as Grima
  
  -Wants to learn magic as well, cause magic sounds badass but also beautiful
  
  -Named the Horse Grima helped her tame Valen, after her brother
  
  -Doesn't like most vegetables other than mushrooms
  

 

[Karcen]

Name: onnen
Age: ancient
Gender: female
Race: demon
History: onnen is am ancient demon alive when demise first walked hyrule. She didn't personally take part in the war, but like all other demons she supported her lord and hatec the gods. When demise was sealed she abd many like her despaired at the loss and watched the dark realm fall into war. Onnen again mostly stayed out of it deciding to hibernate and wait for their lords return. She woukd wake from time to time as new supposed lords rose and the dark world slowly grew more empty.

In time there wpuld be few demons left and the power of the true demonlord was needed to remove the demons that had fallen. To long they had been at war and unable to stop the killing they no longer revived.

Onnen one of the last demons was selected to find demise the though being just about the last demon she also was selected to be demon queen. Something she didn't mind.

Personality: onnen is best described as innocent evil. She bosent really harbor Hate like demise, but can be just as cruel. She is similar to a child who has yet to understand others pain when playing with insects. She hates the gods and wants her lord to destroy them. She also liked those touched by malice as it is the essence of demise.

 

[Takumi98]

Name: Zada

Age: 14

Race: Hylian

Sexuality: Questioning

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: They/Them

Physical Appearance:

Spoiler: Longer Hair

Personality:
"I don't know who I'll become but I know what I'm supposed to be..."

Zada doesn't know who or what they're supposed to be outside of a Yiga. This is something everyone feels based on where one was raised, right?

Zada is one who always wears a mask; a person who can seem like an easy going and friendly person who isn't above biting back on occasion, a shy well meaning though meek individual, or as a cold indifferent individual who doesn't bat an eye at spilling blood.

Like the many before them, Zada was trained to become a person of many faces that lie through their bloody snarling teeth as they grin in your face one moment, then stab you in the back the next.


Unspoken to anyone for fear of being considered a traitor or possible deserter and hidden away in their heart; a small part of Zada desires for something different, a change of some sort, though isn't quite sure what.


History:
"You were sickly, left out in the wilderness to die. So by Ganon's grace, I brought you here and nursed you back to health. Made you the strong person you are now."


"So you pitied me–"


"No, my child, never."


Their mother always claimed this, and yet…

Zada, for as long as they could remember, was raised by the Yiga who treated them well enough and never really questioned the why's and how's after a while. Though their mother loved them dearly, she was harsh with her way of training, pushing them to be stronger and better and to go past their limits. Sometimes they felt as if they would break, but found the resolve to keep going so as to not disappoint their adopted mother nor the Yiga.

The farthest they've been outside of the hideout would be the Gerudo Canyon Stable, spending most of their childhood when not training is playing what they saw as harmless (while others saw it as harmful) pranks on travelers. Otherwise, they'd go people watching. They told themselves that it was important for training to know how people held themselves, but really Zada just wanted to see what other people did, see how others outside the Yiga interacted with each other with the hero hiding somewhere like a coward as far as they're aware.

Eventually, they began testing their disguises and let their slippery fingers grab anything that shone or glittered if it caught their eye once they gained enough confidence in doing so, and if caught was quick to try and make a get away.

Extra:

-Isn't all that crazy over bananas

-Not the biggest fan of sweets

-Likes music

-Can only do minor illusions to their appearance, such as changing their eye color or hair color

-Has many different styles of clothes, some of which is to help with their illusions and disguises

-Likes jewelry yet doesn't wear much of it. Likes shiny things in general

-Bit of a pickpocket

-Has a few scars on their mid to lower back

-Likes Gerudo style clothing

-Was trained in swords and bows, but is not the best with magic compared to their peers though they're trying

-While pretending not to care for things such as tales of heroes and romance, had on occasion imagined themself in a few as a younger child overhearing a few but nowadays think it's just a silly pastime

 

[endersheart]

Nessa: left

Name: Nessa
Age: 13
Race: Gerudo
Sexuality: uncertain (pansexual)
Gender: female
Pronouns: she/her

Physical appearance: Nessa stands at a height of 5’0”. She has dark skin, red hair, and bright green eyes; akin to her people. While she is built like a child, her frame has slight muscle to it from years of labor.

Personality: Nessa has a bubbly personality, with lots of chaotic tendencies. She tends to search for trouble, boredom striking her far too often, and likes to drag Saran into her shenanigans. Often times getting the both of them in trouble. While she’s generally caring. she does have mean moments, finding herself to be too harsh on occasions. She loves children her age and making friends, but finds her happy place is with her brother. She is bright, playful, and eccentric. She would consider herself somebody to not be messed with, yet has a sweet spot for most.

History: see Saran

Extras:
- She loves fire; especially in the form of fireworks
- Saran is her person.
- She has a sand seal in Gerudo named Peppa.
- Lots of Gerudo clothes, the fem. version.
- Her weapon of choice is a spear.
- Flower power = magic