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• Please refer any and all questions about character creation to me in the Out of Character tab in order to keep things neat!
  
  
  In order to join, you need a character. Feel free to ask any questions you have when it comes to building one, too. While this tab has some options, remember that you aren’t restricted just to what you see… But it is a good place to start. We don’t need to fill every one of those slots, nor do we even need them all in the main group. I’ll make it work wherever the characters fall.
  
  
  Also, each person can play two characters – but at least at first, let’s say only one of them can be a sage. This may change depending on the number of people who join, but we’ll see. Speaking of playing a sage, please keep in mind that your character won’t know that’s what they are when we begin. That being said, they’ll probably have some connection to their future title, be it race, magic, etc.
  
  
  Statistically speaking, Hylians are the most common race. I’m gonna restrict just how many of certain races can join, as well. For example, I didn’t originally include Gerudo in the race list because no one really knows that anyone lives out in the desert.
  
  
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  THE MAJOR PLAYERS
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  A BOY NAMED LINK

  Raised by his maternal aunt and her husband, a blacksmith, Link has lead a fairly normal life. In recent years, however, his dreams have becomes plagued by darkness and he has plunged himself into work to keep the shadows at bay. Working both in and for his uncle’s forge, Link fills the gaps with hunting and running errands for people in town. As a result, he is well liked in the village and respected for his dedication. Known for his bravery and kindness (as well as a smile that sets the local girls giggling), Link is determined to prove he is something more than a blacksmith’s apprentice and even entertaining the idea of joining the search for the Golden Treasure.
  
  
  
  
  

  
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  PRINCESS ZELDA DAPHNE HYRULE

  As the first child of the Royal Family, Zelda was passed over for the crown following the birth of her brother. Since her father was much more concerned with grooming his son, Zelda has spent most of her life pursuing things she found interesting. She studied magic and strategy (both things she kept to herself for most of her life), as well as sparring and falconry and even some dabbling with invention. Known in the palace as something of a trouble maker, she often ditched etiquette classes in favor of stealing away from the castle to better see the kingdom that would never be hers.
  
  
  
  
  

  
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  THE SAGES

  As varied and unique as any other denizens of Hyrule. There are seven souls locked to the fate of the land and destined to help protect it from evil – though they do not know it yet. While some share a distinct connection to the world, manifesting in such ways as magic, or innate talent, not a one knows just how important this gift will be in the days to come.
  
  
  
  
  

  Light | Fire | Earth | Spirit | Air | Water | Shadow
  
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  5/7 available, played by
  
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  THE MINOR PLAYERS
  
  
  While not necessarily NPCs, these characters are either story important or likely limited in appearance. Chances are that I’ll play them when they’re needed, unless you can prove to you’re the best for the job.
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  KING NOHANSEN HYRULE

  The son of the Hero King who founded Hyrule, Nohansen is a bold and powerful man. Respected for his strength and courage, many who follow him would gladly do whatever he asked. He commands a great deal of attention when he enters a room due to his large statue, dark hair and full bears. Small wrinkles have begun to appear at the corners of his eyes as he grooms his son to take his place.

  PRINCE ALTIS NOHANSEN HYRULE

  The crowned prince and heir presumptive of Hyrule, as well as the favored child of the king. A brilliant and promising young man, he is well liked by the family and citizens alike. His winning smile and charm have gotten him far with the burgeoning court of Hyrule. A strong fighter and genius military strategist for his age, Altis is the General of the King’s Myrmidon, usually opting to go on missions with his men despite the danger. However, his reckless nature and eagerness to prove his worth has landed him in hot water more than once.

  CIRO, ROYAL ADVISOR

  A close friend and confidant of King Nohansen’s, as well as tutor to the royal children in their youth. He is generally seen wearing a scarf around his head to show his devotion to the Goddesses; this combined with his dark hair has given rise to rumors amongst the people that he is Ardoquen.

  GENERAL IMPA

  The Sheikah liason to the Hylian Royal Family, as well as the personal guard to the King. Her title comes from her ranking in the King’s Army, which she came by honestly. She is austere and intimidating, as well as well as a seasoned fighter.

  THE BOAR KING

  It is said that there is another king seeking the power of the Goddesses. A nameless, faceless threat, who exists only in rumors and whispers…

  
  
  

  
  THE RACES
  
  
  There are a number of different peoples across Hyrule, both Hyrulean and otherwise.
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  THE HYLIAN PEOPLE

  Hylians believe themselves to be the favored people of the Goddesses, sporting long, pointed ear in order to hear Their whispers. They are the most diverse, as well as the most common among Hyrulean citizens – working as everything from farmers to servants to guildsment to soldiers. They are resilient and strong, as well as dedicated, resourceful and compassionate.
  
  
  Hylians are an exceptionally varied race, sporting any range of skin tones and hair colors, and a number of natural eye colors.

  THE TRIBE OF SHEIKAH

  Upon the founding of Hyrule, the Hero King made a pact with the people who already called the land home – The Sheikah Tribe. He promised them wealth and power in exchange for their favor and protection. While some saw this as a blessing, it ultimately caused a rift in the Tribe’s kin. While a number of them agreed to watch over the Royals, the remaining refused and retreated away from the growing populous. They refuse to acknowledge the sovereign and in turn are known only as thieves and cutthroats.
  
  
  Typical appearance includes any range of natural skin tones, warm-colored eyes (orange, red, purple, etc) and generally light colored hair, although darker colors like deep violet and black are not unheard of.

  THE MOUNTAIN DWELLERS

  High up in the mountains to the north live a people known as The Gorons. Masive men the size of boulders and stronger than oxen, the rumors say that they eat bones and hurl great fires down from their spires onto the people below. Though reclusive, they have struck a pact with the Royal Family – peace in exchange for trade: the crops of the valley for the ore the Gorons pull from the stone itself.
  
  
  Gorons are generally hard to tell apart by those outside of their species. They are barrel chested, with strong arms and stone-armored backs.

  THE WATER FOLK

  On the far side of the Great Lake is a series of cool, quiet caverns known as the domain of the Water Folk. They call themselves Zora, with silver-blue skin, webbed hands and fins. Most common people find them quite unnerving and avoid their gaze whenever their caravans venture into town for trade or an audience with the king. Proud and quiet, few people known about their inner customs.
  
  
  Zoras are usually tall and slender, with fins on their arms, legs and often at the backs of their heads. They take after any number of aquatic creatures, varying in color and shape.

  THE DESERT RUNNERS

  A race thusfar unknown to Hyrule outside of bedtime stories. Tales of witches out in the sands who seduce men and steal naughty children. To the Gerudo themselves, they are a clan deeply devoted to the Goddess Din. They do not leave the desert, and have little reason to.
  
  
  The Gerudo are typically darker skinned, with golden eyes, red hair and rounded ears.

  
  
  

  
  THE FORCES
  
  
  Not everyone is a blacksmith or a rancher. In the eve of this war, a number of factions are coalescing into something to stand the test of time.
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  THE GODDESS TEMPLE KEEPERS

  From all races and walks of life, The Temple Keepers operate the Temple of the Goddesses in Castle’s Town. Religious folks who have dedicated their lives to honoring and worshipping the Goddesses Din, Nayru and Farore. Each person who joins the keepers chooses a Goddess to devote their lives to, and some Keepers are even blessed by the Goddesses with magic.
  
  
  The princess is ultimately destined to join their ranks due to her apparent connection to the Goddess Nayru.

  THE KIND’S LEGIONS

  The King’s Legion is broken up into two parts – The Army, knights made up of cavalry and infantry charged with seeking the Goddess Treasure, and The Guard, meant to stay behind to protect the kingdom and its citizens from incursions.
  
  
  Many have joined the King’s forces in the last few months due to recruitment posters appearing around town. Some are using it only as a means to seek out the Golden Gift, whether it be for the King or themselves.

  THE MYRMIDON

  An elite force made up of loyal Sheikah and Hylians as part of the King’s Army. Taking their orders directly from prince Altis himself, the myrmidon are known for their swift action and brutal efficiency.

  THE INSURGENCE

  A small band of Sheikah who have taken their resentment for the Royal Family to the next level. No one knows what any one of them look like, because whenever they strike, each member of their party wears a mask over their face. Some even say they’re Sheikah “loyal” to the Royal Family, working to dismantle the kingdom from the inside

  THE ARDOQUEN FORCES

  While most of the army of Ardoq remains in their home country, a few bands of men have been found at the border. More Hyrulean patrols have been sent to watch the border but the mountains make it difficult – especially against foes who know the terrain better.

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Zelda, Princess of Hyrule

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She dreams of swirling darkness -- the evil of both men and monsters. She sees the faces of familiar strangers; fates tied together with red threads and silver ribbons. Her people are cut down needlessly and blood spills over sand.


She tells her father and he says she is imagining things. She knows he is wrong. There is danger near.

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  Name: Her Royal Majesty, Princess Zelda Daphne Hyrule
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 19
  
  
  Race: Hylian
  
  
  Occupation: Princess of Hyrule
  
  
  Personality: Proud and determined, Zelda tends to bury her sensitive side beneath formalities. Despite her teachings having told her that patience is key, she often prefers action to reaction and sometimes makes rash decisions. Combative and with a short temper, she is sometimes considered spoiled. The problem is, she is often right (at least when arguing with her family) but her advice often goes unheeded. Despite all of this, she is deeply caring and passionate. She puts the needs of others before her own and often makes self sacrifices for the happiness of those around her.
  
  
  Skills/Powers: Gifted with magic ever since she was a child, Zelda occasionally has prophetic dreams and visions. She has also shown some ability in telekinesis and defensive magic, but only under extreme duress. She is still learning what the bounds of her abilities are, but they are considered a blessing on her from The Goddesses.
  
  
  Story: Born to young, happy parents, Zelda was praised and lauded as a child. Even after her brother was born, promptly removing her from the line for the throne, she still enjoyed a great deal of attention and affection in her youth.
  
  
  Particularly close with her mother, Zelda was raised knowing that even if she was never destined for the crown, she was important nonetheless. However, as she grew older, and her mother passed away, she developed a contentious relationship with her father. Knowing her own strengths and intellect caused her to rebel against his rules. She rejected his requests for her to be quiet and submissive. She listened to her brother's lessons on strategy and wriggled her way into his sparring lessons.
  
  
  When they were younger, she and her brother were both quite close. However, as they've gotten older, they've drifted apart as he has delved further into his grooming for the crown. To stave off the loneliness, Zelda took to disguising herself and sneaking out of the palace to interact with the people.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Skin: Fair and easily flushed
  
  
  Eyes: Blue-grey
  
  
  Hair: A warm, darker blonde. Due to the wild and wavy nature of her hair, she usually keeps it in a half braid with it reaching well past her shoulders.
  
  
  Build: 5’9” / 135lbs. Slender but strong, particularly in her legs and hips.
  
  
  Face: Sharp features, with a bright smile and kind eyes.
  
  
  Identifying Features: None.
  
  
  Clothing: When not adorned for court or any other event, Zelda generally takes to simple attire. A brown vest wraps around her torso over a dusty rose colored dress, brown leggings and dark leather boots. In addition, a muted violet sash is tied around her waist, often concealing a knife for her protection.
  
  
  Accessories: A ring on her right middle finger that belonged to her mother. When she needs to be seen as The Princess, however, she is far more adorned.
  
  
  Weaponry: While trained with a number of weapons, such as a rapier or a lance and shield, Zelda favors a bow above all else.
  
  
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  From her room to the castle gate was a tricky road. Getting to the actual palace door was no issue -- no one would stop her if she were simply roaming. Generally speaking, they also wouldn't stop her wandering the gardens, as long as the sun was out.
  
  
  
  Zelda stood by her bed, running her finger along her bottom lip in thought. She'd changed into her sparring clothes, tucked her cloak into her bag, and removed most of her jewelry. With luck, once she got beyond the gate, no one would look at her twice.
  
  
  She walked through the palace with the bag on her shoulder with no interruption. Any guard she passed stopped and stood at attention as she passed, and then continued with their rounds. Out the courtyard door and into the gardens, slowly through the fruit trees and flowers to the wrought iron gate. After checking her back, Zelda slipped through the bars and sighed.
  
  
  From here to the stone wall her grandfather had built (to keep undesirables from wandering onto their property) was about a hundred meters of uncovered grass. It was well observed, and with little-to-no cover to hide behind, Zelda had to be quick. Vines had begun to wind across the stone bricks, which would help her over the fence, but it would still be close. She watched the guards on the parapet closely; there was a gap in their watch that she'd forgotten to point out and used with some regularity.
  
  
  She started slowly, swinging her bag in her hand and looking up towards the sky as if she were simply going for a walk. She picked a wild flower and tucked it behind her ear and waved to the guards when she twirled to let her skirt whip around her knees. They waved back and paid her no further mind, which was exactly what she wanted.
  
  
  Once Zelda reached the wall, her heart began to beat a little harder. She let her fingers run over the grout between the stones and over the twisting vines and leaves. In the shade, the bricks were cold and rough beneath her fingers. She took a deep breath and glanced back at the parapet -- both guards were faced away. She wouldn't have a better chance than this.
  
  
  Zelda gripped the vines and raced up the wall as fast as her limbs could carry her. She tossed the bag over first before hoisting herself onto the top of the wall. She tossed her legs over, hopped, and she landed with a tumble on the other side.
  
  
  "Easy as cake," she whispered, a smile pulling on her cheeks.
  
  
  "And predictable as always."
  
  
  Zelda looked up quickly, hair whipping back behind her shoulders.
  
  
  "Madame General..." Zelda sighed and rose to her feet.
  
  
  The look on Impa's face was a mixture of enjoyment and frustration at how far the princess had gotten as well as how easy it had been to intercept her.
  
  
  "Majesty," Impa said, bending to pick up the bag Zelda had dropped, "Is this really the best you can do?"
  
  
  Zelda stopped wiping her hands on her skirt and looked up. "What?"
  
  
  "Despite what your father says, you are and important asset to this kingdom. While your brother is destined for the crown, you are destined to be among the people. I should not be able to stop you when you want to be among them."
  
  
  A small, weak smile pulled on Zelda's cheeks. "... Then what do I do?"
  
  
  "Come, Majesty," Impa held out the bag for Zelda to take and started walking. "We will begin today, but it will take some time." Zelda snatched the bag and started after her.
  
  
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  "I will train you as the Sheikah train. And when we are done, no one will be able to find you if you do not want them to."
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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A Boy Named Link

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The precise time, place, event, and other such details always escape him, but the feeling - the irrational conviction that in the shadows lurk beasts of darkness born and to darkness calling... that lingers throughout Link's waking day. The nightmares make him jumpy, and while it takes more than that to spoil his easy-going disposition, he can only do so much to hide the effects of too many poor nights' sleep. As night comes closer he can't fear that which he can't remember, but when sleep washes over, he is reminded of the premonitions of coming trouble. Every morning when he wakes, it is with the sensation he should be doing something important.

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  Name: Link
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Race: Hylian
  
  
  Occupation: Blacksmith's Apprentice
  
  
  Personality
  
  
  While Link is many things - unfailingly kind, unerringly quick-thinking, unshakably driven - he is above all brave, at times to a fault. He will often throw himself into difficult tasks, not out of ignorance of risks, but rather in spite of them. He has a heroic streak a mile wide which influences him to take burdens upon his own shoulders, and that in combination with his headstrong bravery can land him in suicide missions.
  
  
  This bravery does not extend into the realm of girls.
  
  
  All of this does not wash out his other qualities, of course. He is a compassionate boy, always fixating on what he can do to make people's lives better as naturally as breathing. His general reluctance to speak means he often shows he cares with actions, which on one hand are much more likely to truly impact the lives of others. On the other hand, he isn't very good at communicating and therefore does not handle conflict or misunderstandings well.
  
  
  Link is an apprentice town blacksmith; he is not and never will be a scholar. But while he doesn't have a mind for numbers or for books, he is a quick learner and thinks on his feet. Link is adaptable, ever the problem solver, and relishes in picking up new skills.
  
  
  He's highly goal-oriented, as well. While he is for the most part easy-going, when a conviction does set in he gets tunnel vision, and he is constantly working towards something. When he completes one of his objectives, he'll set another. He doesn't need a plan, really, but if there isn't a clear Point A and Point B he'll be caught off guard and have trouble pulling it together.
  
  
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  Forging	Training in the art from a young age, working in a township with a guard which needs arming, and a certain inherent talent have made Link a gifted smith. He is especially proficient with weapons, but he has a soft spot for small trinkets.

  Hunting & Tracking	Link never thought to leave the town walls and go hunting until he realized he was afraid to do so - another enduring mark his mother's death left upon him. In his typically brave fashion, he challenged that fear by facing it, and has grown very proficient with his bow and arrow. However, the monsters are always in the back of his mind, tinging the practice with a mix of fear and black anger.
  Puzzles	A simple metal puzzle involving several differently shaped blocks was one of the first things Link's uncle taught him how to make, and the sentimental value made it his favorite toy for a very long time. This exposure sparked a love for games of logic, though the numerical often elude him while the spatial come easily.

  
  
  
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  Some of the most formative years of his life are the ones he hardly remembers. He was only a toddler when his father began to slowly fade away, the once strong man reduced to a whisp and then thin air - or so it seemed to Link. His concept of terminal illness - and, indeed, of death - was rather shaky at the time. He does remember clearly the effect it had on his mother. Lilah stopped everything when Rafi died. Her son would pester her for attention, but she would just role over in bed and sometimes begin to cry. It didn't take long for her sister, Milah, to come in, tut, and gently escort the broken young woman and the toddler to her home.
  
  
  After about a year, she seemed to be doing better. She found work, regained interest in things she used to love. Why, she even began hunting again.
  
  
  Unfortunately, things were changing in Hyrule. While she was out one night, monsters overcame her, and she only just escaped. Link had stubbornly refused to go to bed until she returned, so he recalls sitting in the kitchen with his aunt as she knit - and he recalls the spatter of red on the floor when Lilah finally stumbled in.
  
  
  Link was a child. The hushed whispers and grave faces confused him. But he was not gormless; he surmised, at some point, that like his father, his mother would not be seen again.
  
  
  Milah and her husband Irah were kind people, if a bit no-nonsense; Link was well-loved but never in danger of being spoiled. He was already used to receiving care from them what with his mother's emotional absence; aside from the Lilah-shaped hole in his life, little changed. He grew up well, as they cultivated hard work, humility, and responsibility in him.
  
  
  However, they have always assumed somewhat thoughtlessly that he will take over the blacksmith when his uncle retires. He greatly enjoys the work, but lately he has felt the need for something... more.
  
  
  
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  Skin: Often reddened by the heat from the forge, and other times tanned by his time out in the sun, but when left to its own devices, it is a pale color with a peachy tinge.
  
  
  Hair: Blonde; He has been lax with his haircuts, lately, and Milah has given up on reminding him.
  
  
  Eyes: Blue; Of the darker variety, and full of kindness.
  
  
  Build: 5'10" || 195 lbs; His work has built his strength, primarily in his arms, back and shoulders.
  
  
  Face: Link's features are sloping, but soft, giving him an almost feminine look which his long hair compounds; his build, however, quickly halts any mis-assigned pronouns before they start.
  
  
  Significant Markings: A number of small scars on his hands and forearms from working molten metal.
  
  
  Clothing: As with anyone, Link's specific clothing changes from day to day.
  
  
  When working at the forge, he wears shapeless old shirts - long-sleeved if it isn't sweltering out - selected because they can be ruined. These are covered by his heavy leather apron.
  
  
  When hunting his outfit generally consists of leggings tucked into tall brown boots and a long-sleeved undershirt covered by a tunic. Over these he wears bracers and, at his aunt's insistence, a small and simple leather breastplate in case of a monster encounter. He often chooses clothing in "natural" colors like green so as to blend in better.
  
  
  On a regular day when he is out and about, he wears comfortable clothing, often in bright colors. Large, simple shirts which have not yet been worn out enough to be relegated to use at work, trousers tucked into his workboots, and a vest laced together with thin cord.
  
  
  Accessories: He owns several earrings, most of which he crafted himself, and he wears them often. Both ears are pierced in, but he prefers to only decorate one at a time; which one is largely up to his whim.
  
  
  Weaponry: Bow and arrow, primarily; swords aren't for a layman like him, but perhaps he will make something for himself, if he does join the army his King is accruing...
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  He is a friendly young man, but when he works the forge it doesn't come across. Long hair pinned out of his eyes as his brow furrows with concentration, shirt clinging to his sweaty skin - all in all, it makes for an almost angry picture. Distracting him, however, will bring about a soft, boyish smile which lights up his face.
  
  
  Distracting him is exactly what his aunt does. It takes a few tries. "Link. ...Link. Link."
  
  
  The man in question looks up and grins to see his mother figure. He stokes the fires once more, then sets his prod aside, wiping his face with a nearby rag. A few thuds of his boots bring him to face her, the smile still on his face as he looks down at hers, hands on his hips.
  
  
  "It's quitting time, dear."
  
  
  Link's brows jump with surprise, and he spares a glance at the sky. Sure enough, the purple haze which heralds night is settling in. He turns back to his aunt with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders, suddenly glad he hasn't quite started working on the next piece yet.
  
  
  She chuckles. "You're like your mother that way, boy. You have a one-track mind. But your father was always quiet; you get that from him..." Her expression is a little sad.
  
  
  Link relishes these moments when his adoptive parents talk about his birth parents. It never occurs to him to ask questions, because it's the little bits that work their way forward on their own which make him feel like he knows them. So instead he watches the face of the woman before him intently, waiting for more - until his stomach growls.
  
  
  She purses her lips. "I'll bet you even skipped lunch again. Well, come in. Dinner's almost ready."
  
  
  
  
  The night is interrupted by a hoarse cry as Link jerks into wakefulness. He wishes he could remember the contents of the dream, but the pounding of his heart and the adrenaline in his veins suggest it may be a blessing that the details escape him. The bedroom door opens a smidge, and his uncle peers through the gap. "You alright, son?"
  
  
  Link nods, then realizes the dark masks the gesture. "Yeah. Bad dream."
  
  
  The older man shakes his head. "Another... Well, get some sleep. We can talk about it in the morning." With that, the bedroom door shuts once more.
  
  
  But Link doesn't intend to sleep. It's hard to, after the nightmares come. Slowly, so as not to cause any rousing noises, he dresses. Taking hold of his bow which leans against the wall by the door, he slips through the house and then out of it as quietly as he can manage.
  
  
  The streets of the town are empty. Somewhere there may be a drunkard stumbling his way home from the bar, but this area is far from the nightlife and near the town wall. Link moves more quickly now, briskly approaching the gate out into the surrounding wildlife. He nods to the guards, who hail him. They know him, but they still have to ask: "State your name and purpose!"
  
  
  "Link, and..." He hefts the bow in his hand with a wry smile and continues, "...Can't sleep."
  
  
  The guards step aside, clapping his shoulders as he walks past. Link waves at them as he walks out.
  
  
  He hasn't come across a monster yet - only heard frightened rumors in hushed voices - but something in him hopes he sees one tonight. Defeating the darkness on the outside is easier than vanquishing that which lurks within his dreams.

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[simj26]

Rosa, Daughter of Knights

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Fires do not burn as bright as stars, but when the sun sets, and the stars shine, there is none else to keep one warm and chase the darkness away but the flames of the close fire.


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  Name: Rosa Cervena
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 17
  
  
  Race: Hylian
  
  
  Occupation: N/A
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Rosa is a strong believer in self-amelioration, even at the cost of her own health. This is painfully evident by how far she is willing to take her training, to the point of perfecting her form through nothing but hard work and perseverance. While she knows she has friends to depend upon, it is rare that she would even ask them for help. Favours, maybe, such as helping her buy another training dummy, but never direct help. She regularly burns the midnight oil, and it is clear by the rings around her eyes.
  
  
  Even so, Rosa carries herself with some sort of indomitable spirit. Tired as she looks, she still somehow finds the energy and ability to stand and go through life without as so much as a yawn. Her willpower to keep on standing and going on is remarkable beyond belief. Even as friends and foes stand in her way, if she can muster up the strength to even push them aside, she will. There is something within her that disallows her from simply just giving up without putting up proper resistance.
  
  
  Even as a member of a rather well-off family, Rosa does not carry herself with an attitude that would befit such a class of citizen. She dresses in threadbare clothes, and is strangely quite amicable, despite of her tendencies to go wild with her hot-bloodedness, to everyone, of every walks of life. It is also accountable that she is able to switch between polite and formal tones of speech to relaxed and a more natural way of speech in split seconds.
  
  
  Not unlike her closest friend, she, too, leaps into danger mindlessly without so much as a thought of her own safety, and suffers directly from it, since she does not exactly possess a brawny build. She still gets into trouble enough with the local kids by falling for taunts easily, despite of that fact.
  
  
  Skills/Powers:
  
  
  Though a self-taught sword wielder, Rosa is quite impressive nonetheless in the art of wielding a blade, and is remarkably talented at replicating the sword strokes of master swordsmen through merely watching them.
  
  
  What she lacks in mental flexibility, she makes up for it with know-how and application. She seems to have an affinity with gadgets and some of the new types of weaponry in Hyrule, such as cannons, and has been found tinkering with bombs during her free time.
  
  
  Story:
  
  
  Daughter to Rosso and Rosea Cervena, both of whom were Knights of the King's Legion, and had momentarily retired for Vermell to give birth to their daughter and raise her. Rosa was more or less raised by her single father and a household of maids and servants. Having lost her mother at the same time when she was born, her father played both roles for too many years for her to be undeniably grateful to him. So she tried to overtake him as a way to repay him back for his love. While she strove to surpass him, to take his place as a knight of renown to the service of the Royal Family, and to make him proud, he chose to stifle her dreams and ambitions, unwilling to lose his one and only child to the world that had already taken his wife.
  
  
  Despite this, Rosa decided to learn the art of wielding a sword herself, and placed an order for a sword not unlike her father's to be commissioned for her own use. After being denied by the blacksmith, who had undoubtedly heard from her father, she went to his nephew instead, the boy named Link, and pleaded with him to be her weaponsmith. Their odd friendship started from there onwards, and Rosa has since started to regard Link as an invaluable friend to her.
  
  
  Not too long ago, her father had departed at the call of arms from Prince Altis. Rosa, in a moment of anguish and frustration, challenged her father to a duel, demanding that she should be taken with him to see the world, and not be confined within the walls of the town. She was defeated, with not even a glimpse of hope at her side, by the superior swordsman. Sulking and nursing her bruises, she followed his instructions to stay at home. At least, for now, she did. She tirelessly trains day to day now, waiting for the right moment to set out into the outside for her own adventures.
  
  
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  Skin: Fair, for the most part. Can be described as pale.
  
  
  Eyes: Ruby-red, usually narrowed in a show of multitudes of emotions and intentions. Eyebags surround her eyes, a telltale sign of sleep deprivation from staying up late into the night to practice.
  
  
  Hair: Red and wavy. Even when tied up into a ponytail, it is still quite intimidating in both length and volume, being almost as long as she is tall and nigh as wide as her own physique.
  
  
  Build: At the height of 158 cm/5'2" when standing upright, weighing a paltry 50 kg/110 lbs, Rosa has a rather diminutive and petite build.
  
  
  Face: Rosa's face is still quite round, though it is starting to sharpen out, lending her instead the appearance a teenaged boy has. It helps that her hair tends to frame her face, further accentuating her more boyish features.
  
  
  Distinguishing Features: Both her hands are calloused and worn, though her right hand more so, to the point where skin is peeling off at her fingertips and the center of the palm, result from her, unarguably, crazy training regimen with her sword.
  
  
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  Rosa prefers, on top of everything else, predominantly male clothing. A tunic adorned with traditional patterns and colours, bare, brown trousers, and leather boots are her usual attire. Only her size, her generous amount of hair, and her features set her apart from the boys.
  
  
  Her formal wear, which she despises to don, consists of a black dress-like long-sleeved tunic, over which she wears the garishly decorated family ceremonial robes. Though she admits to it being exceedingly comfortable and stylish to wear, she also mentions that it is quite restricting and favors aesthetics over practicality. At her height and build, her robes, which were supposed to touch her ankles, nearly sweep across the floor which she walks upon. With her frame as is, she is often mistaken to be a rather pretty, and short, boy in this attire, albeit one with quite a large volume of rich hair.
  
  
  She has taken to sporting parts of a black plate armor during her training sessions, which has been said to have belonged to her mother, up until she bastardised it for her own purposes, especially the greaves. Due to advancing times, she has since discarded most of the plate, and opted for chain-mail instead, which were, again, bastardised as well, this time from her father's supply. She keeps her mother's greaves.
  
  
  Accessories: Rosa wears a golden ear-ring on her right ear that resembles a cross within a ring.
  
  
  Weaponry: Rosa wields a custom-made sword, designed by herself, and forged by the blacksmith's nephew. While it possesses the handle of a foreign sword, it's blade is straight and dual-edged, allowing it to be wielded as both a rapier and longsword. Though it is nigh as long as she is tall, its lightness must be felt to be believed. She has nothing but praises for its maker.
  
  
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  Under no circumstance are you to leave these walls! These instructions, you must and will obey, Rosa Cervena! As your father, I command you to stand down!
  
  
  The raised voice of her father never so cowed her before. They had gotten into shouting matches once in a while, mostly over petty things such as whether potatoes were better in a stew or mashed, but to hear his voice seething in anger and sorrow shook her more than it ever did. She drew her sword nonetheless. She had spent months preparing for this confrontation. No longer would she be held back by her inferiority to her father. No longer would he instruct her against her own will. Even if he meant the best for her, even if his restraint of her was borne out of love, there was no reason for her to back down. Not when she had already made up her mind. "For the Cervena name, I challenge you, Sir Rosso Cervena of the Myrmidons! Prepare yourself!"
  
  
  A flash of light from her steel speared through the air as she readied her blade, raising the hilt to her head, its point directed at her , her eyes locking on to the one lone target in her vision. Her father made no attempt to defend himself, and instead, sighed, stroking the beard on his chin, watching her with an expression that she could only describe as a meagre amount of interest. Unwilling to be fooled by this show of obviously faux bravado, she leapt forwards, and swung her sword.
  
  
  The blade never connected. Instead, she found the blunt end of her father's sheath at her gut. The blow alone was enough to send her reeling back, utterly crushing her offense. She reeled, and feebly attempted to raise her sword in defense of the follow up that would undoubtedly come in the next second. She had watched him for too long to not know of his style. But even as she tried to move faster, to inch her blade to the oncoming blow, she found, to her frustration, that she was far too slow. The edge of her father's scabbard struck her on her side, hard enough to send her falling to her knees, clutching at where it had struck in pain. The unspoken words between daughter and father lingered in the air for a moment longer, before her father turned his back to her, saluted to the guards at the city gate, and left.
  
  
  Rosa struck the cobblestones with her fist, and stifled an anguished cry. Drawing her leather gloves across her face and wiping away the tears, she straightened back up, gazing at her father's silhouette as it disappeared over the horizon. She sheathed her blade and started on her way back home. Her father's effortless punishment of an insolent child did nothing to extinguish the flame in her heart. If anything, it had only served to stoke the flames.
  
  
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[KageYuuki]

Syviis Reyynore

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That place is filled with a darkness that swallows even time. Not many Hylians are capable of going there without their mind being shattered. So think long and hard about it 'hero', do you really want to see what's in the shadow of the royal family?

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  Name: Syviis Reyynore
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Race: Sheikah
  
  
  Occupation: Assassin and spy for the royal family. Sage of Shadows.
  
  
  Personality: Due to her training and occupation, when in combat Syviis is cold and calculating. If ordered to cleanly take down her mark, she will ensure to take care in her blows and ensure a swift death. However, if the opposite's ordered, she will do so without any signs of remorse.
  
  
  Outside of combat and work in general, Syviis is almost a different person. The Sheikah is surprisingly laid back taking on a more relaxed and joking air. If you're friend's with her prepare to be teased, picked on, pestered, etc. If Syviis isn't finding some way to irritate you, chances are she doesn't like you. Or perhaps just doesn't know you yet.
  
  
  In the presence of the royal family or her superiors, will carry herself with an air of respect. If not a little caution at times. A fellow Sheikah becoming a mark, while rare, isn't unheard of. Especially in times of rising strife.
  
  
  Skills/Powers: Syviis' entire life has been spent being trained in the art of stealth and assassination, her weapon of choice being a short curved sword. She's surprisingly accurate with a variety of throwing weapons but has taken a liking to using Senbon. These needle-like weapons combined with knowledge of the body allows for making strike with literal pinpoint accuracy. However a thrown senbon won't strike with the same level of precision as a melee blow.
  
  
  Her mentors noticed from an early age that shadows would seemingly migrate towards the young Sheikah in training. While they don't yet offer full invisibility, the added concealment does make her harder to spot. One of the reasons she was chosen to focus in assassinations.
  
  
  As her training continued, she discovered a new ability within the shadows: the creation of illusions. While these illusions aren't anything all the spectacular yet, just small shapes scurrying out of the corner of someone's eye. It's proven to be plenty to toy with and confuse opponents. Though she's aware of the potential this ability could have if she could just figure out how to expand on it.
  
  
  Whether it's another gift she was born with or a result of so much training and working in the dark, Syviis' vision in darkness easily outclasses an average Sheikah.
  
  
  Story: Born into the Sheikah, the so called shadow of the royal family, Syviis was trained from an early age to be able to serve the royals of Hyrule. When her unusual affinity with shadow was discovered, her training shifted from preparing to be another hidden body guard like her parents to more deadly profession. Know what the harsh training would do to his normally caring and upbeat daughter, Syviis' father tried to persuade the tribe leader to change her mind on such a decision. But it was to no avail.
  
  
  Syviis spent the following years training in a more secluded location than where the tribe normally dwelled. The harsh training and rarely being able to see her family made things difficult for the young Sheikah, but she pressed on not wanting to be considered a disappointment. She knew what she was training to become. Syviis would become the darkest in the shadow of the royal family. Agents who the House of Hyrule would never dare to acknowledge existed. Assassins, spies, kidnappers, interrogators. If any of them were somehow caught they would merely be branded traitors and abandoned by the family they served so loyally. But she was told they were a necessary evil, to secretly go out and remove threats to the crown and Hyrule itself.
  
  
  At age of 20, Syviis completed her training and was recognized as an adult among her tribe. While her missions have been few and far between, she did prevent a potential attacker from getting anywhere near the princess Zelda.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Skin: Fairly light colored skin. Working in the shadows and generally dark areas isn't all that good for getting a tan.
  
  
  Eyes: Blood red
  
  
  Hair: Snow white, cut very short, just barely longer than what would be seen on a male Hylian knight.
  
  
  Build: 5'11" / 175lb, Slender but toned and powerful, nearly no body fat.
  
  
  Face: A rather slender face with a small scar on her chin. She received it in a training accident when she was a kid. Syviis has been told her glare could freeze even monsters in their tracks.
  
  
  Distinguishing Features: The emblem of the Sheikah is tattooed between her shoulder blades. Several small scars mar her body from harsh training.
  
  
  Clothing: Giving her position as an assassin, Syviis needed an armor that allowed her to move freely while still providing protection and concealment. A long sleeved shirt and pants made from dark blue cloth is worn under her armor. The armor consists of a cuirass, pauldrons, and gauntlets all made from black leather. Pieces of steel offer both reinforcement ornamentation along her armor without adding too much weight. Being in an occupation where concealing your identity is a requirement, Syviis wears a simple cloth mask that extends up to the bridge of her nose. Black, calf high boots offer both protection and support during missions.
  
  
  While carrying out an interrogation she remains in her armor, the only difference being the mask she wears. This white mask conceals her entire face and bears the one eyed emblem of the Sheikah. Known as the Mask of Truth, it doesn't carry any magical properties but none want to be on the receiving end of its empty gaze.
  
  
  The rare times Syviis isn't on an assignment or training, she prefers to wear more simple clothes. The same black boots as her armor, dark brown pants and a blood red tunic cinched at the waist with a belt is her outfit of choice.
  
  
  Accessories: Small, silver hoop earrings. Marking her as an adult in the Sheikah.
  
  
  Weaponry: She wears a pouch on her right thigh, the forward compartment contains fifty senbon, a needle-like throwing weapon. The rear compartment hold two slender kunai. A kodachi rests in her belt on her left hip. A small satchel on the back of her right hip holds a potion, basic survival supplies and both medicinal and poisonous herbs.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Only two sounds could be heard in the room of the young Sheikah. A crackling fire and a small whetstone gliding over a silver blade. Syviis sat next to the small fireplace in her room, quietly sharpening her kodachi. A curved short sword that served as her primary weapon out on assignments. Oh she was more than capable wielding other weapons. She often carried a few throwing knives on her as well as the infamously finicky senbon needles. She could effectively wield longer curved blades and wasn't a half bad shot with a bow. But those weapons seemed too large to be carrying when trying to slip in and out of some place unnoticed.
  
  
  Syviis let out a soft sigh before pausing to examine her work. The fine edge of her sword had been returned and a couple of the deeper scratches had been buffed out somewhat. A frown tugged at the corners of her thin lips as she studied the scratches and nicks in her weapon. I'm not skilled enough to really polish this blade back to how it was when I got it.
  
  
  The last time she had tried such a thing (with a cheaper throwing knife mind you) it had ended in disaster. Her precious knife ended up looking worse than when she'd started! Oh well, at least it had been a throwing knife, something that had a tendency to disappear once used on the field, and not her sword. She didn't have near enough Rupees to replace something like that.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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[Red Thunder]

Sir Meyus Harrow

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The closer you get to the Light, the greater your Shadow becomes.

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  Name: Meyus (may-uhs) Harrow
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Age: 29
  
  
  Race: Hylian
  
  
  Occupation: Chief Investigator of the King's Guard, and Future Sage of Light
  
  
  Personality: Due to the nature of his job, Meyus tends toward the cynical. He's often interacting with criminals or would-be criminals, usually attempting to mislead or even outright lie, and that has colored his perception of the world. 'Paranoid' isn't quite an accurate description for him, but it's not terribly far off; the guardsman treats almost everyone with a certain level of suspicion, and as a result he can be distant emotionally when he's not working his charm.
  
  
  But he's as steadfast as a rock in loyalty, once Meyus has determined someone is worthy of it. His darker sense of humor will even begin to show, a sometimes off putting trait to those unprepared for it, and he'll laugh as joyfully as any other. He is also remarkably headstrong, a characteristic of mixed review: his tenacity drives him to finish any given task, but he has a difficult time budging in him opinions, which has put him at odds with his superiors more than once.
  
  
  Skills/Powers: Meyus Harrow is a hardy warrior, and while he is far from the most accomplished or skilled fighter on the battlefield, he can certainly hold his own.
  
  
  The arena in which he shines is in investigation. In these times of war and trouble, the Hyrule Royale family's safety is always a matter of the highest priority. The Guard for the most part being a reactive service, Meyus Harrow leads the proactive side, seeking out through any and all means those that would do his Majesty harm. To that end, his powers of observation are top notch. He also has a decent gift of gab, being able to put most people that he interviews (whether they're aware they are being interviewed or not) at ease.
  
  
  Notably, as of the beginning of this story, Meyus has exhibited no magical affinity whatsoever. However, he has an almost preternatural ability to see his investigations through to completion, bringing all but the most enigmatic of crimes and criminals 'to light', as it were.
  
  
  Story: Meyus was orphaned at a young age, his parents both casualties of a moblin attack on an outlying village of Hyrule's capital city. For several years he wandered the streets of Castle Town, foraging what he could from kind hands or behind careless backs. He learned to see, to really notice, what was around him, and moreover what everything meant. If the miller was bringing a larger store of flour to the baker, Meyus knew the fat bread maker would be more experimental with his baking, which in turn meant more discarded failures than usual. And that meant the poor boy would eat better.
  
  
  His observational skills would also regularly save his hide, and more than once he avoided a fight with older more experienced street urchins because of them. But he couldn't avoid every confrontation. A fight would invariably find him from time to time, and both his failures and his successes taught him something that he could employ the next time.
  
  
  But the streets didn't provide a satisfactory life to the growing boy, and Meyus was determined to do something with his life. So when the Hyrule army held recruitment in his 16th year, he was one of the first to sign up. His time on his own, harsh as it was at the time, served him well during his training, and he was quickly snatched up to serve as squire for a prominent Guardsman: Sir Ogden Fraet, lieutenant of the King's Guard.
  
  
  During his five year stint as Sir Fraet's squire, Meyus gained further notoriety, especially in aiding Fraet in his investigations. Thus, when Meyus reached his 21st year, he was knighted and brought into the Guard. In the ensuing years, thanks in large part to a successful investigation that exposed an attempt by a small criminal cartel to infiltrate the castle and kidnap the prince, he was promoted to Chief Investigator, where he has spent the last four years bringing to light every kind of criminal activity against the throne.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Skin: Ruddy from countless hours spent abroad
  
  
  Eyes: Sky blue
  
  
  Hair: Golden, kept short to better keep it in line
  
  
  Build: 6'3", 225 lbs. Being a member of the King's Guard, Meyus is expected be ready to defend the King and his family at moment's notice. Therefore, the Investigator keeps his already sturdy form in top shape, though his midsection could speak to his familiarity with the local pubs.
  
  
  Face: Chiseled, with just enough body to it to prevent him looking gaunt, Meyus also encourages a small patch of golden beard upon his chin.
  
  
  Identifying Features: Meyus bears a magically infused tattoo of the above symbol over his heart, the crest of the King's Guard.
  
  
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  Meyus has in his possession a full suit of plate armor that is carried about by his squire. But more often than not, he prefers to be without it, opting instead for a simple white sleeveless tunic, loose blue breeches, and worn tan boots. To keep his palms from as much wear and tear as he can, he also wears a mismatched pair of gloves.
  
  
  Accessories: Meyus wears an insignia ring on his right middle finger that bears the crest of his office. He also wears a pendant of the Goddesses around his neck. On his belt are several small pouches for carrying money and the like.
  
  
  Weaponry: He wears a simple hand and a half sword on his back, a promotion gift from Sir Fraet, and a nine inch long dagger on the back of his belt, carried so that he can draw it left handed. Being a King's Guard, he is of course trained in the use of many kinds of weapons, the the sword/dagger combo is certainly is preference.
  
  
  
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  He raised a hand. The ensuing wooden rap filled the street, echoing down the empty streets rather loudly. Meyus glanced around, eyes roving cautiously. The interview should be a friendly one; the shifty Sheika had agreed to the meeting with just enough hesitation to be believable. All the same, one could never be sure, and as dangerous the circumstance was, it paid to have your bases covered. Three guardsmen had been instructed to patrol by the location in ten minutes to check on the Chief Investigator's well-being, and if the worst came to the worst, Meyus would only need to last that long. Goddesses send he didn't have to. He raised his hand to knock again.
  
  
  The door opened with a creak. Two red eyes peered out, distrust very evident. Meyus looked down, smiling amiably.
  
  
  "Mr. Rinset? I'm Sir Harrow, with the King's Guard. You agreed to talk to me?" The dusk-light illuminated face of the middle aged man behind the door raised and lowered in a single nod. "Great! Mind if I come in?" The door opened wider, the Sheikah stepped back, and Meyus stepped in.
  
  
  It wasn't an overly welcoming room. The windows were tightly shuttered; the floor barely furnished apart from a badly built pair of chairs and a matching table. The Sheikah had backed up as Meyus had entered, slouched in suspicious and fear. It didn't help that, even had the short Rinset been standing upright, his thin form would still have been overshadowed by the larger Hylian. His guest closed the door behind him.
  
  
  "You said that you could help me get out of this if I talked." The small voice matched the small frame, wavering voice as badly controlled as the black rat's nest upon his head. "You said...they wouldn't hurt me."
  
  
  Meyus nodded empathicly. He shifted his weight and rolled his shoulders nonchalantly, feeling more secure with the comfortable presence of the sword strapped across his back. "And I still hold to that, Mr. Rinset. Now, what did you want to tell me?"
  
  
  Rinset sulked toward the table and sat heavily on the nearest chair. Even as light as the Sheikah was, the chair groaned. His shoulders slumped even farther than before. "You have to realize that I'm giving up my family. Even if...even if they don't kill me, it's still very hard." Meyus followed him, standing across from him at the table. The guardsman waited, silent and observant. Rinset was nervous; who wouldn't be? The Sheikah stood suddenly, stretching, and Meyus shifted his own weight backwards in reaction, left hand involuntarily reaching behind him to grab for his dagger. But when the criminal sighed again, the guardsman relaxed, though his eyes remained narrowed. "We- well, they now - they're coming in twelve days, during the Feast of the Founding."
  
  
  The Hylian's brow furrowed. Damn. It would be crowded and full of strangers. The King's Guard could only do so much in the safety of their charges. He'd have to let the damnable shadow guard know. Not that they could be trusted; they could be a part of this very thing. After all, it was their brothers and sisters that now plotted to...
  
  
  But he had a duty. "Thank you, Rinset. You've served the King well in coming clean thusly." The Sheikah slumped even further, and a small sob escaped him. As he did, a small circular object fell from his pocket. It hit the rotting wooden floor with a clack and exploded in a rush of outward smoke. "I serve no king," Rinset hissed through the haze as he disappeared. Cursing, Meyus drew his dagger and stabbed forward blindly. Resistance bespoke the blade's connection, and the wet gurgle confirmed it. He withdrew his dagger, and the following thud told the Hylian that the Sheikah had fallen to the floor.
  
  
  "Dammit." Who now was to say that the information was good? Perhaps it had been meant merely to lure him into a false sense of trust. On the other hand, perhaps Rinset had known that only the truth would convince the guardsman. Waving the smoke away, Meyus drew his sword and poked forward with it, meeting squishy resistance. The body didn't move. Shaking his head, he cleaned his blades and sheathed them. "Figures." The willing rat was a double cross; it never failed. Kicking a chair in frustration, Meyus strode back out the door. The King's Guard captain would want a report...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[Ashman74]

Tiggan

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Looks like one, raised by another. A stone body to hold a twisted monster at bay.

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  Name: Tiggan
  
  
  Gender: Male
  
  
  Age: 45
  
  
  Race: Goron
  
  
  Occupation: Bandit
  
  
  Personality: Unlike the majority of his race Tiggan is far from friendly. Due to not being raised around them he never absorbed their culture. He's a heavy duty introvert, rarely making himself known to people, and hiding his face when he does. Despite his lack of connection to the rest of his race he prefers to hide what he is, in order to not 'disgrace what they truly are'.
  
  
  Though he can seem cruel, and even sadistic at times, he's not at his core. Though he'll deny this if anyone ever brings it up. He'll hurt people when he can, usually because he needs something, but there are one group he wont harm. Children. He hates the sight of it happening as well, though he'll usually deny that as well. Though while he's around no children will ever be harmed, if its in his power to prevent it, and if its not then he'll prevent as much harm as he can.
  
  
  Skills/Powers: Oddly enough Tiggan is a skilled swordsman, though not fast, due to both his armor and rock hard skin he rarely needs to take the defensive, and as such is primarily an offensive fighter with blows that can be devastating due to his natural strength.
  
  
  He's also quite good with his fist, much better than with a sword, and a bit faster. Quite strong his punches are deadly, though he rarely goes all out.
  
  
  He also possess's a somewhat odd ability. He possess some magical talent, though he isn't trained with it. But when he rolls fast enough he can sprout spikes from his body.
  
  
  Story: Though its not known 'how' Gorons are born, Tiggan remembers being held by soft arms when the sky was grey, in the evening. He doesn't know how he'd come to be raised by Hylians out in the woods. Nor did he ever want to. His early life was quite different than other goron children. He was taught to run rather than roll. Thus he has a bit of trouble in that regard. He was also raised to believe that its proper to wear clothing, and does that regularly. He never quite knew what his adoptive parents did. His parents were named. Reiagh, and Ezweld. Two well known bandits. It wasn't till what they considered his 'teen' years that he joined their first raid.
  
  
  Raids were a large part of his teen years, mainly ramming carriages onto their side, stunning most of the occupants and allowing the group to put a swift end to what could have been a prolonged battle. His strength played into a lot of raids as he got older, becoming the front man for them by charging through whomever was unlucky enough to be in front of him. His first encounter with children came during his fifteenth raid. When he found a girl of roughly seven sobbing over one of their victims. Despite the orders from their groups leader he couldn't bring himself to do it. The first time they accepted it, and the girl got away. Though this happened several more times, and the group slower grew less tolerant. Not because of the mercy, but because he bcame less and less effective during their raids. To make things even worse he played the most pivotal role in them. Causing more and more bandits to lose their lives.
  
  
  When he reached adulthood he had to make a choice. He was brought to the aging leaders tent, where he was ordered to do two things. One of the bandits had slipped into a local town and kidnapped three children. He had to either watch them slowly lose their lives, or do it himself, making it quick and painless. He chose a third option, and that day he took several lives. The entire band of bandits to be specific. Adoptive parents and all. A day he tries to forget. Though this event could have been a stepping stone towards redemption it turned out to be a steep hill towards Darkness. He used the camp as his sole base of operations. Setting up traps around it and charging when people fall to them. He wears the large set of armor that his former leader had once worn, due to it being the only thing that fits him.
  
  
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  Skin: Yellow ish skinned
  
  
  Eyes: Brown
  
  
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  Build: 7'8, he's quite heavy as well. (Not sure how heavy Gorons are on average.)
  
  
  Face: He usually has a serious, annoyed look on his face, as though it were chiseled onto it
  
  
  Distinguishing Features: He has the typical Goron symbol on his back.
  
  
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  Rolling. Something that never came naturally to the living boulder. Rolling down a hill was what he forced himself to do, for practice. It wasn't about maintaining his speed in the beginning. It was about balance, not falling over, in the past that had happened, and it didn't end well. He may be comparable to stone. But at such a young age smashing into a tree still hurt. Of course, that still happened nowadays. A steady pace slowly becoming shaky, and then unstable. Sometimes he'd just fall over. Done and done. Sometimes he'd do some skidding, and on a rare occasion he'd somehow send himself flying. Dirt and dust was scattered as he continued down down the hill, eventually reaching a flat surface. There he continued rolling, though he lost speed over time, friction playing against the inexperienced roller. Off in the distance he heard something, a shout. It caused him to uncurl, and take on a normal form...Which was currently laying on its back. Had he been normal he'd be torn up from the gravel below him. But luckily that was not the case. He rolled onto his belly, and used his hands and knees to get himself up. Near a small lake rested his armor and blade. The Goron made his way over to it, there were ducks sitting in it, and the suns reflection could be seen in it, making the water seem as though it were sparkling. It took time due to his immense size. But the transformation from rock to dark knight finished.
  
  
  Even walking he was loud with this on. The metal was warm, the sun had done that for him. Not that he minded it, he was slightly thankful. He preferred heat to cold. When he moved he left footprints in the dirt below him, dirtying the bottoms of his boots. Was there even a point in cleaning that part of them? Tiggan shrugged at his thoughts. It passed the time. So he saw no problem in doing it.
  
  
  After a few minutes he saw the aftermath of his trap. How he hadn't heard the explosion was anyone's guess. A caravan was in pieces, as were some of the occupants of it. He walked into the destruction. Dead and dying littered the area. These were travelers. Not soldiers, knights, or whatever people enjoyed calling them. When he crossed one of the people struggling to remain alive he did the only thing that crossed his mind. A cold foot came down on its throat, crushing its windpipe, and ending the mans life. They didn't have much. The horses were gone, so there went some potential profit. A chest or so lay sprawled on the ground, a fair amount of its contents spewing out and covering the cheap ground in its riches. Rupees, jewelry, and a few assorted things that held no value to him. An exasperated sigh left his lips. He had a fair amount of cleaning up to do now. So training was now out of the question. He didn't really mind that part though.
  
  
  The cleaning was drawn out, The hulking man inspecting every little object. Running a gloved hand over the smooth crystal like object. A silver rupee. No scratches... It was almost soft, and cold to the touch. Like a stone tended to by a master craftsman, watched day in and day out and attended to just as often. How was it that these things came to be? Who made them? The Goron didn't know. He dropped it in the chest, it almost clanked, and caused a few objects to bounce, like a group of children jumping on a bed, up and down.
  
  
  After an hour or so it was done, the chest was held over his shoulder. The jagged corner digging into his protected neck. Metal and wood scrapped against one another, and the metal was the victor, slowly scratching away the rough wood. Camp was in sight, the smoke from the fire filling the sky. The day was coming to an end. Soon the shadowy embrace of dusk and sleep would take him. A rare twelve hours of peace would find its way to him this night, and Tiggan would be thankful for it. Like he always was.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

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Lily Loudfall

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Of the Sea, this alone may be said: only one thing is Predictable about Her, and that is Her Unpredictability.

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  Name: Lily Loudfall
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 7
  
  
  Race: Zora
  
  
  Occupation: Crown Princess of the Zora Realm
  
  
  Personality: Most children, when confronted with wave upon wave of strangers, in strange places no less, might fall into themselves, silent and introverted. Lily is the very opposite: "stranger" is a foreign concept to her, and she will approach the roughest looking miner or the most arrogant noble, stick out a hand, and introduce herself as their new friend. Lily is perhaps not so much brave, though others might certainly confuse the behavior as such. Rather, she is unconcerned. For if all are her friends, what need has she to worry?
  
  
  A pleasant girl, it would be a strange thing to see her upset or angry. Only the best of adults, Parents, can truly speak about the fury of a young child, for none are as unabashedly cruel as a vengeful child. On very rare occasion Lily will find the reason to be so, though she becomes very apologetic and remorseful afterward: a distressing sight for those around her.
  
  
  Skills/Powers: Lily is in possession of one of the most subtle and yet one of the most powerful magics in all the Goddesses' creation: the wide eyed wonder and enthusiasm of a small child. She does have some small amount of skill in Water Magic, but while she may be able to improve upon it with concentration and practice, she has little patience for either right now.
  
  
  Story: Lily's history is a short and simple one. Born to Druma and Cecilly Loudfall, king and queen of the Zora Kingdom, Lily has led a very sheltered if unnoticed life. Her parents often pay her little attention. Not for lack of love, mind: there's plenty and to spare. But the responsibilities of the leaders of a kingdom facing unbalanced economic and political scenarios are great, and they have been able to spend little time with her. So Lily, sole heir to the Loudfall line, is left in the care of her nursemaids. They are a caring bunch, if easily fooled, and love the princess as well as they can.
  
  
  But a child's curiousity must be satiated, and wandering the refined caves and water systems of the palace does little to ease it. So Lily will sometimes wander off, simply exploring, until some kind soul finds her and returns her. She has been fortunate: thus far, her father's soldiers and her mothers handmaidens have been the ones to spot her, and she has always been recognized.
  
  
  In Hyrule Castle Town, however, few Hylians might recognize the princess as anyone but another Zora. So, as her family was leaving the Hyrule Palace from a goodwill visit, Lily wandered away from her caretakers and into the town streets. Each nursemaid assumed that another had care of the girl, so her absence went unnoticed until the entourage reached their home.
  
  
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  Eyes: Purple
  
  
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  Build: At 3'10", weighing little more than 40 lbs, Lily is a small girl of small frame. The Zora race are light and lithe anyway, being creatures of grace in the water, but she is petite even for her kind.
  
  
  Face: Lily has the round face of a young child, still retaining much of her baby weight. However, she her feminine grace has just started to exhibit itself in her chin.
  
  
  Identifying Features: Unlike most of her kind, Lily bears a series of small yellow dots above her eyes, trailing backwards along her crest.
  
  
  Clothing: She wears a non unique white frock that hangs from her shoulders loosely and brushes her sandled feet.
  
  
  Accessories: Around her neck and on her frills, Lily wears the only things of value on her person: golden bands woven together, decorated with sapphires and a large ruby at her throat.
  
  
  Weaponry: Absolutely none. She'd just as soon hurt herself as someone else, should she ever try to use any she might find any in her possession.
  
  
  
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  What a trip! What a trip! She'd never seen anything quite like the Hyrule Palace! It was...well, it was very sparkly. And shiny. And...full of tall pink people. What was that about? Where were all the ones like her?
  
  
  These and many, many other thoughts filled the Zora princess' head as she followed her nursemaids after the king and queen. Her simple white frock swished playfully around her sandle clad feet, and she skipped along, the sleeveless long coat she wore fluttering behind in the wind. The Zora royal family had visited King Nohansen before the Founding Festival, giving their best wishes to the Hylian kingdom as well as profuse apologies for having to miss it. Shaky economics, troubles from bandits, and other problems faced the royal couple, demanding their full attention and leaving no time for festivities. Thus they passed through the gates and back into the city, following the road that led back toward their own land.
  
  
  But Lily, full of wonder, had yet to sate her curiousity. Home would have to wait. Knowing her caretakers would never give into her requests, the girl simply walked out of the convoy and toward the nearest side street. And she went unnoticed.
  
  
  And the things she saw! Lily had never quite seen things like this: shadows dark and dank saturated the path, the sun blocked out by the overhanging eaves of the crowding buildings; piles of...something, very stinky, sat beside a door; and a strange person was hunched over in a corner. He (or she; it was honestly hard to tell) was clothed in rags that hung limply from his frame. A bottle lay overturned in a hand, and he stared blankly into the ground before him, muttering strange words to himself. The tufts of hair that remained in the balding head were stark white, and his irises were red. Lily knelt down beside him, smiling broadly.
  
  
  "Hey!" The Zora reached out, giving the vagabond a light poke on the arm. "Hey mister! You ok?" The man didn't react, save for a line of spittle running down the corner of his mouth. Lily's eyes narrowed, and she pulled at her bottom lip with both her hands in thought.
  
  
  Suddenly she stood. "I know!" With a twirl the princess removed her coat. "You need a blanket!" Gently she lay the thin fabric across the stranger's lap and stood back, hands on her hips and a self-congratulatory smile on her face. Her work done, Lily spun on her heel and skipped off down the road, seeking the next new thing.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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Max

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A woman of self-sufficience. She has become one with man and nature. The most civilized beast in the wild.

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  Name: Maxwell Teller
  
  
  Gender: Female
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Race: Hylian
  
  
  Occupation: Hunter (Earth Sage)
  
  
  Personality: Generally very light-hearted and jovial. She is a people person. She knows when to slow down and take in the world around them, and when to move, because life will move on without you. She generally enjoys the world and all it has to offer.
  
  
  Skills/Powers: She is very good with a bow, as the hunt often. She is also quite adept with a knife, but more for cutting and precision rather than combat. Still, she can put up a fight with a knife. Her time in the wild has made her nimble and acrobatic. She is also an artist. Finally, she is knowledgeable in survival skills (building camp, firemaking, fletching, etc.)
  
  
  Story: Max's parents died in a house fire when she was 14. With no where to go to and no one to depend on, she learned how to survive in the wild. She learned how to hunt first, and over time grew better and better. The hut she lives in is one of her own design and build. She generally lives away from the city and from people, and as such has developed a love for nature and the world.
  
  
  Et Cetera: Despite living away from man, she is still quite intelligent. Not genius or anything, but she can hold her own. She often will spend money she earns from selling her prey to buy books, which she has a rather large collection of at her house. She's also not entirely disconnected from civilization. She may live outside of real estate, but she still has connections to people within the city. She is know by quite a few people, and has friends. She just chooses to live in the woods and plains, rather than in the city.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Skin: Fair skinned, but with a slight tan, and freckles on the cheeks.
  
  
  Eyes: Amber
  
  
  Hair: Brown, which falls to her shoulder. Typically coarse from living in the wild, and a bit dirty, but not particularly unclean. It simply falls flat around her head.
  
  
  Build: 5'8" / 120 lbs, slim yet healthy. Slightly muscular, but not overly apparent.
  
  
  Face: Sharp, distinguished chin and jawline. Slim eyebrows and tight cheeks.
  
  
  Distinguishing Features: She has a small scar on the far left side of her face over the top of her cheek.
  
  
  Clothing: Depends on the day. The two most common outfits she will be seen wearing is a simple leather top and bottom, or a simple cloth top and bottom. When it comes to clothing, there isn't much detail. The cloth outfit is a tad too big and is rugged and a bit torn. It is her most comfortable outfit though. She does have prettier or neater clothes, but those are often occasional outfits.
  
  
  Accessories: A heart locket from her parents before the fire, given to her on her 14th birthday.
  
  
  Weaponry: She will often carry her bow on her with a quiver of about 20 arrows. She also carries a carving knife on her at almost all times. Beyond that, nothing much.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  The door to the quaint hut in the woods kicked open as a girl walked in carrying a basket with such delicacies as cheese and bread in it. The door kicked closed behind her and set the basket down on the table.
  
  
  "Man, I am really going to have to repay Leon for the discount. He's definitely getting the best hare from my next hunt." She walked over to her living room, or what best approximated it in her domain, and plopped down on the chair before quickly beginning to shiver as the cold night air chilled her to the bones. A fire was quickly lit in her fire place, relaxing Max more serenely.The trip into town had been a relatively pleasant one. Some children had been, as Max had heard in passing, telling stories of her. She had gained reputation with the children in the village as "the ghost of the forest." Some children were convinced she was some sort of forest spirit, those who saw her in the forest anyway. That gave her a nice laugh. The imagination of children was always amusing.
  
  
  In a few minutes, a rabbit was on a spit over the fire. Max licked her lips at the sight and smell. Why didn't the people in town use their fireplaces to cook? That was so much more convenient than having separate stations for cooking. The smell filled up the house, livening the potentially dreary cottage into what felt like a lively kitchen. Of course, given the size of the shack, whatever Max was doing was automatically what the house was for. Was she reading? If so, the cottage became a study. If food were being cooked, as it was now, the building was suddenly a kitchen. It was a tiny place, but it was her's.
  
  
  The birds chirped outside as Max prepared to cut into the fully cooked rabbit. Truly, this was the life. How could others not enjoy this simple lifestyle? She was one with the world, and it too was one with her. Some might call her savage, though that wasn't particularly true. Others would call her a certain type of civilized... though that didn't quite fit either. She was simply herself, and she liked it that way.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

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