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BACKSTORY
The cosmos, an endless realm of worlds upon worlds. Things that are considered normal in one world are a mere fantasy in another. This is the base of all legends, of all worlds... of all of us.
And no realm is more embedded in Legends as the Realm of Hyrule. Created by the three goddesses of Power, Wisdom and Courage. When they left the Realm of Hyrule, they gave this world a celestial gift: the Sacred Triforce, a source of ever lasting power which consists of tree golden triangles in, the upper one symbolises Din's Power, the left one Nayru's Wisdom and the right one Din's Courage. This sacred relic is said to once have been within the reach of any who wished to see them up close. Nowadays however, it is hidden in the Sacred Realm. For this the greatest of all treasures, it has been searched after by mankind for many years….Those of a righteous heart brought the land of Hyrule peace and fortune, but there are those whose hearts have been stolen by darkness. They brought ruin and despair upon the green fields of a world that had never before seen such darkness.
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One of those men was a man named Ganondorf, he had always tried to get hold of the golden treasures of the goddesses. And for that he has rightfully earned the name of The King of Darkness. And so each time he got a hold of the Triforce the land of Hyrule became a dreadful land, full of monsters and evil beyond human comprehension. Thankfully from the realm of Light came a hero. Clothed in a green tunic and wielding a legendary blade, he defeated the Evil King and sealed him away in the Evil Realmwhere he can do no more harm.
Hyrule profited from this time of peace and started to flourish. Hyrule became prosperous and the people did their very best to keep it that way. The economy, art, agriculture… every race gave their best. The Goron Tribes dug up minerals and gems which they sold to the Hylians who crafted the most beautiful jewels and ornaments which they in turn sold to far away lands. The Zora's were masters in fishing and guided the fishermen across the waterways of Hyrule so that only the freshest and best fish would be sold in the markets of Hyrule. The Gerudo's brought supplies that only the dessert could provide things such as coconuts, dates, knifes, satin and the like….
But beneath that golden glimmer of wealth, something had started to move…. Within the darkness, the power of the Evil King had started to increase…. He would be back…and this time it would take more than one hero to stop him in his search for the Ulimate Power.
His minions, evil creatures with no eyes for Hyrule's beauty,had no other purpose than to serve the one that they belived to be the only one worthy to rule the Realm of Hyrule. They were gathering, leeching together. Like a swarm of gnats, they began to devour the land with a pace set by their own need to find their true master. Following their leader's command, they swept the cities dry of everything it once called its own.
Monsters, with their gnashing fangs and blood encrusted claws, set out to fulfill their order. Taking anyone who stood in their way hostage, they began to dominate. The residents of the towns and societies dropped like flies as they were attacked. If one had not lost his life, the only fate he could dream of was becoming a slave to the Evil King himself. The monsters were too great for one man to destroy. Many tried to fight back, but their efforts were in vain. He and his minions were in a league of their own. Darkness proved to be more over powering than anticipated. Their desire to rule Hyrule, and obtain the golden delicacy known as the Triforce proved far too much.
But... there was something these heartless beasts did not have.
Hope.
Though the circumstances grieved hopelessness, a vague, dim light was beginning to pick up momentum, and shine. The Dark King was building his power of darkness, but a group of rebels were going to prevent that. No one was entirely sure how it started, or whose idea it even was, but an underground group of elite citizens was beginning to grow. This group had their hearts bent on righteousness, and aimed to return their home to its once prosperous state. They came from all lands alike with the same heroic desire; stop the Dark King and free Hyrule of its evil.
PLOT
It is said that every being is born with a purpose, some are destined for greatness, the best example of greatness was the one known as Link, the Hero of Time. He single handedly defeated the Dark King and his minions by using the Legendary Master Sword along with ancient weapons that he found on his journey. The great Link is long gone, and the only legacy left of him resides in the ancient stories and almost forgotten legends that were told about him. The Dark King is said to have started causing distress to the residents of Hyrule the day that Link died, could it possibly be that Link was the reason why the Dark King had not attacked until now?
It was seen that one morning the gate to the Realm of Darkness opened and darkness spilled over into the land of Hyrule. This caused those people who were sensitive to it, to become just as evil as the Dark King himself. Those people became the King's generals, powerful they began to control the different regions of Hyrule. And yet there seemed to remain the glimmer of hope within the hearts of the people of Hyrule, the hopeful return of the one who defeated the King before.
What luck of those few with Hope, if only they knew that it would be more then one person who shared in the light, who would vow to defeat the Dark King and his minions. Let the Darkness be destroyed.
CHARACTERS
Everyone (Ganondorf can be used by everyone when he is needed (or if you want to give a turn to the story, just don't over use him...)
Personality: Ganondorf does not care about anything else but to get hold of the Triforce and the power to rule over all of Hyrule (and possible the whole world). He does not minde using people and abandonning or even kill them. It could be said that Ganondorf abuses his part of the Sacred Triforce, the Triforce of Power.
History: As only man in the Gerudo Tribe, Ganondorf was destined to be king of the desert people. But Ganondorf desired more than just the endless dessert to rule over. He has laid his eyes on the evergreen fields of Hyrule. But each time he was trying to achieve his evil plans, he was stopped in his tracks by a green-clothed hero. But where is that hero now?
Mudkipblader:
Spoiler:
Name: Dark (Last name is unknown) Race: Hylian
Gender: Male
Age: 17-18
Physical Appearance: As for Dark's physical appearence, I redirect you to this picture: Dark in his grey tunic
As for his usual clothing, as he is not very rich, he can't afford many things. He basically wears a T-shirt thingy that is a few sizes to big, pants that come just beneath his knees and shoes.
Around the palm of his right hand he has wound a piece of cloth to hide the black triangle on the back of his hand. A black triangle that has always been seen as something that would bring bad luck and dispair. It once used be white, but due to the long time he wore it, it had turned a bit grey. At first look, it seems as if he has hurt his hand.
Personality: At first sight, Dark might looks as if he is a bit superficial. Always trying to smile and make jokes about stuff, but that's only to forget the worries if he'll be able to pay the rent of his 'house'.
Dark will always do his best to help those in need. (If you need to know more about him, go read/watch D.N. Angel, as this is the story where Dark is from )
History: At the age of 1, Dark was brought to the orphanage near the edge of Castle Town. He doesn't remember his parents who apparently were killed by Ganandorf's Minions. At the age of 15, he was released from the orphanage and now lives in a small house, which used to be a stable, in the not so wealthy area of the city. To make sure he's able to buy food and still pay the rent (which is way to high... due to Hyrule's situation) he does small jobs for which he earns a bit of money. But since that isn't enough, he sometimes steals rupees from passengers, but never in great amounts. In order to not get caught, Dark has developped his thieving-ability, which means he's quite fast and blends in with his surroundings (if he wants).
Hope: Dark wants to get a better life. Escape from the city and travel the world. It is that hope that gives him the strength to do things...
Other: - Dark's best weapon is the bow, as he doesn't quite like close combat. He is quite skilled in wielding a sword horseriding and fighting. (got it from his dad ;D) But he needs practice before he finds that out.
-Dark's horse will be called Ardanwen. It's a black stalion with white mains and a white nozzle.
-The Piece of the Triforce on his hand is the Triforce of Darkness. When Dark looses his mind (like if his (negative) emotions take over, the Triforce releases its power and transforms Dark into an emotionless warrior (? XD) After some time the effect wears off...
Spoiler:
Name: Link Race: Spirit (used te be Helian) Gender: Male Age: Unknown Physical Appearance:https://fc06.deviantart.com/fs26/f/2008/068/4/6/46f8dc744b7c8de7.png He's partly seetrough and emits a soft light. He has no visible mouth, but has a clear voice none the less. He usually conversates by using what I call 'heartvoice'. A voice that you hear in your heart, and not by your ears. Get it? xD Personality: He's quite cheerful, always making jokes with a fairy spirit by whom he's accompanied. But he has his serious moments too, since he's still feeling guilty about how the world collapsed because of him. He's good in reading people. History: Hyrule once more fell into the claws of Darkness. And once again a hero stood up with the mission to slay Darkness and bann it to the Dark Realm. However, in a fierce battle the Hero of Light fell.
Feeling guilty and filled with worries over his dear homeland, he returned to the goddesses. They took pity on him and gave him life once more along with one final task.
At it had been his destiny to slay the darkness when he was alive, the goddesses wanted him to fufill that destiny no matter what. So they sent him back to earth, to protect the Sacred blade called the Master Sword. He would protect it from those with foul hearts in the Temple of Time deep witin the Sacred Grove.
When a new hero would show up, he'd join forces with him and finally be able to fufill his last task.
And this is how he was born, the Guardian of the Master Sword. Oh yes, it's this guy's fault Ganondorf is still king XDD "Hope": He keeps waiting on the new hero(s) as he cannot leave the grounds of the temple (or rather: what remains of it. They are all ruins, covered by nature...) If he finds the right hero, he will hand to him the master sword and join the rebellion. Since he's bound to the grounds by the blade. When that blade leaves he can too. Other: He's accompanied by a fairy's spirit called 'Navi'. She's constantly worried about the spirit and rarely leaves his side. He can grow annoyed by her sometimes... but he keeps up with her. xD Navi has the power to bring visitors back to full health (without disappearing like usual fairy spirits)
Personality: Mosquett is as strong willed as he is in body. He appreciates the finer things in life, things from his day. Mosquett has had no reason to fear anyone in his life, he is normally kind and forgiving, yet he can also be quite cruel. Cruel he seems to enjoy more. He takes great pride in himself for everything, from his fine threads, to his long hair, even to the extent that he gains pride at just remembering that he has exceptionally long ears. Thanks to his many years of life Mosquett has gained a confidence only seen in those who are at the most a sixth his age, he will go head long into a pit of fire before remembering that Fire is Hot.
History: Mosquett was born... of course he was born but... He was born so long ago, that at times even he fails to remember exactly when. He was born a Ninja, one of the swift people, and he grew in the manner of all Ninja boys. Eyeing a particular girl, she was his world; he attempted to woo her only to be rejected like a dead fish. He found soon that she was engaged to another, she was to marry in three months. This brought about a horrible rage that Mosquett used to force his way to a higher social stature, he became one of the seven highest respected Ninjas in all the land. At the age of 16 Mosquett was feeling excitingly powerful, and more in control then he could possibly feel in his entire life. This control soon became his whole life, and he flaunted the control as often as he could. His parents never knew what he did when they were not around, and he did not regret a moment of it, he used the power he was given to control all around him, and every person did what he told them to do without question.
On the eve of the wedding that was the talk of the town, a stranger appeared; this stranger started to pursue Mosquett's younger sister, (Cirty). This Mosquett would not allow, Mosquett used all he knew to keep the stranger at bay, but in the end, the Stranger killed Mosquett's mother and father, thought he had killed Mosquett and stole Mosquett's sister. The grief was too much for Mosquett to take, in a fury of Pain and anger Mosquett attacked the only ones that he could... his Town. He killed everyone using a single blade to do the deed, and when all was lost... he left.
He grew up not knowing what had happened to his sister, he had many adventures, along the way he learned to utilize the seven elements, (fire, water, earth, wind, darkness, light and ether) to control all that was around him. With all elements mastered he found his way to Hyrule where he became the king's finest knight, he fought for the king so well that the Queen asked him to be her Guardian. Mosquett was the Queen's guardian for a good ten years before it was discovered that he was having an affair with the Queen. Mosquett was beaten and put in the highest tower, where he has been chained with no food or water.... for ten years.
No one… Talks about Mosquett, just speaking his name is punishable by death.
"Hope": Mosquett hopes that the world learns to respect the earth and protect her as he has done all his life. He also hopes to regain his reputation as the most respected knight in all of Hyrule.
Other: Mosquett's Sword is called Penetrator, it is four feet long and has a pink jewel that he uses to concentrate his power.
Mosquett is strong and fast.
Vanilla Kitsune
Spoiler:
Name: Dara
Race: Hylian
Gender: Female
Age: 15 years old
Physical Appearance: Dara stands about 5'0" tall, and believes she is rather short for her age. Although this may be quite true, she makes up for her loss in her looks. Her hair is a chocolate brown color, which slides just past the tip of her shoulder blade. Having ivory skin, but a tad darker than natural, she tends to go all season with a moderate tan. This gives her the impression of staying out in the sun for days on end, when really, she just has a nack for keeping her skin a little darker than her original complextion. Dara's body is void of any cut or bruise, as she likes to abstain from any activity that involves accidental pain. Her attire is rather facile, but with a hint of elegance and youth about it. She chooses to wear a white bustier with many pink lace tied all around it. Once the bustier cuts off with a lacy trimming at her waist, her lower body is shielded by a pink mini skirt. The skirt only reaches to her lower thigh, she many of her peers find it a little too short. Dara doesn't think of her outfit as being "revealing"; she enjoys what she wears. To cover her legs, she has a pair of white stockings attached a semi-visible garter belt. (Only the stockings at what the stockings are connected to are visible.) At the top of her right thigh, she has a pink, white-laced garter for just an extra piece of appeal.
Personality: From her likes, one might deduct that she is very ditzy. This is true. Dara tends to miss certain key aspects of a conversation, for the fly right over her head. Her ditziness tends to lead more into her confusion than anything. She is rather upbeat and happy-go-lucky, giving an extra "push" to someone who is feeling a little down. Her happiness tends to cheer people up, but can become quite annoying after a while. This brings Dara's happiness a little lower. She hates being neglected and disowned. After her traumatic incidents as a child, she sometimes becomes depressed and unwanted. Feelings of sadness and dispair bother her, so she tends to vent out her problems by taking peaceful walks or just ignoring them completely. Her atmosphere can draw someone to her, or repel them. Either way, Dara tries her hardest to befriend anyone and anything. She despises injustice and unequality, and does everything in her power to help someone in need.
History: Dara was born in a village not too far from Castle Town itself. The village was a lazy, peaceful type village with the same type of people. Her mother and father owned an Inn, to which Dara is techinically the heir of. As a child, she dreamed of exploring the world, and trying to meet anyone she could. At around the age of 5, she was already chatting with all the villagers, and being some-what of a nuisance to everyone. Her parents, trying to be supportive yet enforce displicine, instructed her to not bother people at work. This was easier said than done, for Dara was quite the chatter box.
Once Dara reached the age of 10 years, her father fell ill of an odd sickness. Strange blisters appeared on his skin, with an open cut near his leg. The villages docter tried everything he knew in the field of medicine to help him. All hope became thin. Her father was suffering from some strange attack, no one knew for sure what had done it. When people asked her father what had happened, he recalled no memory of the incident. Everyone tried their hardest to attempt to aid the Inn's original owner. All hope was lost though. Almost a month later, he passed away due to an odd poisoning. Dara and her mother grieved for their loss for a number of months. This gave Dara the inspiration to help more people.
For about 4 years, everything grew back to its original state in the village. Dara was 14 now, and still neglective of her responibility as the Inn's owner. As Summer began to approach, a strange wind filled the air. Almost simutaniously, the skin went dark. Rain began to fall with a new feeling. It was full of hate and anger. The villagers ignored this, but once the rain continued on for about a week, something seemed wrong. The forest outside the village was becoming more alive, with frequent attacks from strange monsters. People were dying by creatures they had never seen before. The villager elder's and council tried to fight back, but these gruesome beings would not be silenced. Everyone was falling dead.
Dara, being traumitized, fleed the city later that week. She had no idea of her mother's whereabouts or existence. Her main goal was to survive to the best of her ability. So, she ran. She ran as far away from her home as possibly, till she reached a familar town. It was Castle Town, the town she had dreamed of visiting. This was no time for her to go shopping or talk with the residents. With the money she had stolen from the Inn, she bought a small hut outside of the town. There, she lives for a few months, til winter. Once her birthday had passed, she decided than and there that she was going to stop the evil that attacked her village. Her father, mother, and all those she loved depended on her to continue the village's legacy.
"Hope": Dara' "Hope" persay, is to stop the evil that is destorying the world of Hyrule. She also wishes to see the world and meet all the friends she can.
Other: Dara is quite lazy and chooses not to do her work with diligence.
Lo-Chan
Spoiler:
Name: Rael Race: Hylian Gender: Male Age: 17 Physical Appearance: Has straight, medium length silver hair that goes down to his shoulders. He has piercing hazel eyes. He is taller then average, and has a masculine chest. His skin is a perfect skin tone, for he is out quiet alot.
Personality: Rael is I guess what you would consider "perfect". He is very sweet and polite, even though he was never taught these things from his house life. He is loving, and never argues or disagrees unless neccessary. And is very bright for not much education. He also is very brave and never seems to get frightened. But, he does have some flaws. Becuase of his past life, he has no idea how to love someone. Either as a friend or more. He doesn't get too emotional, and never speaks what is on his mind. He distants himself away from people quiet alot, and prefers to be alone most of the time. He tries his best to stay away from people, since he is afraid of getting close to someone. He is afraid to be rejected and hurt by someone, which is why he is a loner.
History: Rael was born in a small house around spring time. His mother sadly passed away from labor pains, which caused his father to grief over his loss. Because of this, Rael never had the peaceful childhood everyone hopes and longs for. His father dispised him, because he believes that it is Rael's fault for his wife's death. And since there is no mother around to do all the house work, Rael was stuck with that duty until his father had gotten very sick. His father became a little crazy, and tried many attempts to kill his own son. But, ended up killing himself when Rael was fifteen. Rael had no one to turn to after he lost his father. He had no friends because he was always locked up, and knew absolutly nothing about the outside world. He was afraid to leave, and remained in the house with his fathers corpse rotting inside the house. Soon, the food was gone and he had no money at all. The corpse was also becoming unbareable. So, he decieded to try to leave the house after three weeks since his fathers death. When he left though, he regreted it. He got scared easily from the smallest things, like dogs or birds. And got lost right away, so he could not return to his home. Luckly though, he met up with someone who taught him how to survive right away. And when he turned seventeen, he began to travel around Hyrule. Hoping to find something, but he's not sure what.
"Hope": Other: Nothing to add o.o;;
Sabaku no Gaara
Spoiler:
Name: Mizujin Race: Zoran Gender: Male Age: 16 Physical Appearance: Mizujin is a tall Zora that has a fairly good muscular build. He often wears a swim suit type pair of shorts that are a faded blue. His scales are a very pure silver that almost barely reflect his surroundings with a tint of what they are. His eyes are fishlike and are a hazel color, uncommon to the Zoran race. His head fins are shoulder length, and are tinted blue. He often carries around an axe which is made out of a thick pole of coral, with a large sharp seashell as the axe body. On his forearms are finlike flaps that can act as a close range weapon. These are the toughest and sharpest scales on his body aside from his heel fins. His legs are very muscular from swimming so often and his heel fins can cause a nasty gash if he connects with a kick. Personality: Mizujin is usually very social. He enjoys doing what most teenage Zoras would do. Go swimming, watch the girls swim, and so on. He knows everyone in the Zoran Domain, and has a good relationship with the queen. Because of this, he gets extra perks from society, such as better housing and a feast every week with royalty. Surprisingly, he's very modest about these things because he knows what makes other Zoras feel jealous and the fact that some of them talk behind others' backs. This has taught him to be truthful and respectful towards others. But along with all these good traits, nobody's perfect. He is usually very lazy when it comes to every day tasks. Most Zoran women rely on the men to fish for them, and since only he and his father are the ones in the house, they often run low on food. History: Mizujin was born into a family that was good friends with loyalty. While a young tadpole, he hardly knew how lucky he was to have that relationship with someone that highly revered. He also didn't know that later it would get him into trouble. His parents were both very kind and believed in moral values, so they raised Mizujin in their own ways. His past life isn't very exciting because it's just a normal life like most Zoran people. Aside from his connection to royalty, he was taught how to fish by his father. His father is very strict, so the way he took control as he was teaching Mizujin caused him to not like fishing. "Hope": Mizujin hopes to save those in need and preserve life as best as he can. Pollution has ruined his home, and he hopes to also stop the dark pollutants. Other: Mizujin likes to eat just about anything with fish in it. Seafood is his normal diet. He's able to drink sea water because the Zoran race has adapted to living in the ocean this way.
SlashVorlex
Spoiler:
Name: Alex Fendetta
Race: Hylian
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Physical Appearance: Alex has black hair that covers his eyes at every moment. People say it disrupts his vision for archery but he can see clearly through his hair. He wears a green and grey cloak that helps him blend into the surrounding area wherever that maybe ((Apparently that wouldn't help in the desert)). He wears long pants that are the same colour as the cloak. Under the cloak he wears a black shirt that has nothing at all on it.
Personality: Alex has a closed personally, relating to the happenings in his past. He keeps to himself and only opens up to a few people that he believes he can trust. He loves reading and praticing Archery. Alex doesn't believe in Superstition but is interested deeply in Mythology. Alex can be very patient at times.
History: Alex grew up in a rich part if town. His parents ignored him in his child hood though because they wanted a daughter to name Alexandra but they were heavily disappointed with a boy and named it Alex and only brought him food and never interacted in anyway. This is how his family's name was so discouraged. It was once a very powerful family but when their secret of hating their child, it was leaked out by Alex, the name was hated. As Alex grew older he was taught how to shot a bow by one of the servants. The servant hadn't told his name or anything to Alex. But at nights while everyone was asleep and the big house was quiet as can be, noises were heard from the backyard. The noises were the thumps of arrow heads nailing into targets. Later when he was 16 he left home. A year later he heard of the news that his old home had burnt down with his parent's along with it. He came back to Castle Town and worked for an old farmer that gave him a roof over his head and paid him for the work he did. But the only thing Alex ever kept from his past was the Willow Longbow that he used for hunting. Alex is now currently residing in the suburbs of Castle City and tries not to go to the middle of the city unless he needs to.
"Hope": The only thing that keeps Alex going is that he wants to correct his family's name because when he would tell people his name they would spit at his feet.
Other: Well since Alex is an archer he keeps to himself a lot and doesn't intend on opening up to most people.
Prism
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COLOR=darkred]Name: Yrmes
Race: Korok
Gender: Male
Age: 131
Physical Appearance: Like most of his race, Yrmes' physical build is rather limited. Standing at a height of "2'6, he is generally above average in terms of other Koroks. His short, stubby limbs greatly hinder his speed when travelling on foot, and reaching to high places is not exactly his forte. He has found that he can not wield a sword with arms as small as his, and instead takes to dropping Deku Nuts on enemies from above. His wood-like texture is coarse and rough, with one single wood knot at the center of his left palm. His leaf mask is a gray and tattered Sassafras leaf, in which one eye hole, on the left side, and a mouth hole are cut. His small nose pokes through the leaf in the middle. On his back is his trusty Deku Leaf; around his waist a belt with many pockets. He has painted a black Triforce on his chest, to symbolize his Heroicness.
Personality: Yrmes is unlike any other Korok in his thinking. Ever since Farore appeared to him in a dream when he was but a tender sprout and informed Yrmes that he was the Hero of Time, reincarnated once more to fight the Evil King, the young Korok truly believed that he was Link, and aspired to fulfill his destiny. Rather than wasting his precious time with the minutiae of Korok life, Yrmes took to training his body and mind for battle that would surely come to him, the so-called Hero of Time. When he finally got his hands on a sword, he realized that his arms were far too stubby to wield it. Angered, he secretly blamed and hated his father for conceiving such an unable son. Yrmes despises tradition, loathes music, and detests his heritage. Ever since the day Forest Haven was destroyed, Yrmes has thought of himself as free from the clutches of the suppressing Korok family. However, as a result of nearly fifty years of nomadic life, Yrmes has lightened up, and, although slightly arrogant due to his supposed title as Link the Hero, is for the most part loyal and kind.
History:
Journal of Makar [Day the Eighty-one Thousand, Seven Hundred and Sixty First]
~ My son has grown into a fine young sapling. With Hollo's intellectual guidance, Yrmes has progressed through his studies with relative ease. He makes me so very proud. Today, I gave to him my old Dekufalla, my old Deku Leaf. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was happy. He eats like a Boko Baba, my son. But the other Koroks and the Great Tree and I do not mind. He must grow strong if he is to carry out the duties of a Korok. I hardly care that his leaf mask has turned gray, which has never happened to any Korok before. ~
Journal of Makar [Day the Eighty-one Thousand, Seven Hundred and Sixty Second]
~ Tomorrow is the first day of concert. I presented to my son my old violin. He was overjoyed; I can tell you with certainty. He has not yet played it. I believe he is too busy with Hollo, studying kitentes, potions. When he was out today, I entered his room. I left shortly after, and felt sick with myself for invading my son's privacy. I could not find the Deku Leaf I gave to him. ~
Journal of Makar [Day the Eighty-one Thousand, Seven Hundred and Sixty Third]
~ I am very sad. Yrmes, my son, has told me that he plans to leave the Forest Haven for good. He wishes to travel the Great Sea. No Korok has ever done this before. I fear that his gray leaf mask may be the cause. He also asked me for a surash. A sword. I found the Deku Leaf I gave to him, stuffed into a knot hole in a tree, forgotten. I should be happy; it is the first day of concert. I am very sad. ~
Journal of Makar […]
~ This is my father's journal that I write in. My father is dead. He died yesterday, along with the other Koroks and the Great Deku Tree himself, when the dark beasts burned down Forest Haven. When I returned from my hideout after practicing with my sword, all I saw was a swirling ball of fire where the Forest Haven used to be. I flew closer with my Deku Leaf and watched the fire for a while. Then I threw my father's violin into the hungry flames and departed. This was obviously a sign from the three Goddesses above that I must assume my rightful place as the Hero of Time, and leave this Godforsaken island to fight the Dark King. ~
"Hope": Yrmes believes strongly in his tikotako, his Godgiven Dogma. In his dream, he claims, Farore appeared in the form of a Deku Baba and told him that he was the Hero of Time, reincarnated from his past life as a Hylian. His genuine belief that he is the Hero of Time drives him to take on the evil that now curses the world.
Other: He's not REALLY the Hero of Time. He just thinks he is.
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Uzumaki_Naruto
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Name: Raymond Fellstar (Raven)
Race: We all love HYLIANS! xD
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Physical Appearance: Raven is an average young adult standing at 5 feet 10 inches. His azure blue hair falls short of his cerulean eyes and he always maintains a good posture. Raven's attire is none too elegant for he likes simpleness. His torso is fitted in a dark blue tunic fastened by a brown belt by the waist while he wears a simple brown pants and brown boots. (Okay let's just say Link's attire is cool looking... ;D) Tied around his waist and placed behind him, Raven has a unique way of placing his quiver. Oddly enough, he is able to quickly unleash an arrow despite the awkward position. He also wields a 4 feet 8 inch, double-edged sword which is sheathed in an intricately designed scabbard on his back.
Personality: Raven keeps to himself most of the time and he isn't one who associates. Oddly, he does like to listen on others' conversations since he likes obtaining data and the such. He finds quiet places to sooth himself of his urge to fight. In battle, Raven is skilled and poised regardless of the situation. His amazing skill with the bow and arrow is up on par with his more polished sword skills and he tends to simultaneously fire two to three arrows at once though the latter requires a bit more concentration to be more precise. Raven still isn't too confident on his horseriding skills but he tries hard to accomplish the simple feats of the legendary Hero of Time, Link.
History: Raven was a city boy and single child who kept much to himself and even more from his high-class parents. Raven never thought of himself as higher than any other person around but he was good at leading others without him knowing. As the years went by, Raven became distant with his family and forged a new family with his friends but he never spoke casually with anyone except one of the girls in his little "family". Her name was Alexi and Raven had developed a strong bond with her. And then came that sudden day, on a sunsetting night atop a small hill on the plains they sat, a dark cloud had enveloped the burning orange horizon. From deep within the cloud came misty arms of darkness which slowly decended upon Alexi and Raven. The arms closed upon Alexi and snatched her away. Raven, unable to do anything, watched as this someone precious to him was taken from right under his nose. He was broken but his determination to find her had exploded within himself and soon he had become the man he is now, a bow-wielding Swordsman on a mission to save his loved one.
"Hope": Raven is confident Alexi is still alive and hopes his travels will take him a step closer to finding his beloved Alexi and so he travels, for however long it'll take to find her.
Other: Hm... nothing at the moment...
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Name: Serina Naratsu Race: She is a mix of Sheikah and Helian Gender: Female Age: 16 Physical Appearance: She has orange hair about as long as Zelda's In TP,wears a purple and blue tunic and on top of that she wears a brown shirt. The sleeves are see through and she has the creast of the sheikah on the back of that shirt. She wears a white skirt with blue pants under. Personality: She is quite the Optimist. When her family and friends went missing she started to say they just got lost and are at the domain of the Zora. She is deeply sad because of the incident. History:Serina was a girl training to become a knight of hyrule and right when she was about to become a knight in small bit of training left .But Ganondorf ruined that for her. "Hope": she keeps on dreaming of seeing her family and friends once again. Other:Her mother was a Sheikah and teaching Serena the ways the Sheikah. While her dad was teaching her how to be a knight. A Year after Ganon took her family and friends she faced Ganon but she Failed and fled to the kokira forest place and was amazed about the fairies. She's not sure why but there is a weird mark on her right arm which looks like the mark of the sheikah and the trifore combined. When she was fighting Ganon she got mad cause he was insulting her family and her hands engulfed in fire and she started throwing fire at him while all of a sudden red marks formed on her arms and legs and she grew cat ears but shortly later she returned to normal and fled.she has found out howto control the elements(water,wind,fire,earth,animals)and don't make her mad
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OTHER Credit for the ideas, plot, background story goes to the members of the Legend of Zelda-fanclub. We've been working on it for quite a while.
This rp is PG-13 rated because there'll be violence (Fighting is common sence in the Zelda universe) and possibly blood.
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Name: First and Last Name(s) of your character Race: Which race is your character (Helian, Kokiri, Zora, Goron, Sheikah, Gerudo...) Gender: Male or Female Age:
Physical Appearance: Description of how your character looks Personality: History: What happened before the story "Hope": What keeps your character going? Dreams? Hopes? Other: Things we need to know
Dara, officially out on her own, decided to explore the area she was in. Everything seemed so new and different to her. Her perspective was completely changed, once she left the safeness of her home village. Of course, it was no longer safe. She wasn't even sure if it still remained.
"Wow. Castle Town looks very relaxed today. I haven't seen sight of hardly anyone. Maybe everyone isn't wanting to come out. I wouldn't blame them."
As she continued walking, she found a stick. Picking it up, she decided to use it as walking stick. Without any hesitation, she hit random rocks down the cobblestone walkway. For a moment, she thought about going shopping. Once she checked her pockets, she decided that wouldn't be the best thing to do.
"I still need to purchase a weapon. Maybe a generic sword would do. I really don't have any money though. Guess I'll look around for some rupees until then."
Sighing, Dara continued lingering around the entrance of Castle Town. She reached the center fountain, and stared into her flextion. Her appearance was so different from what it was only a year ago. She was now grown up. Dara could hardly believe it.
"Well. I better get used to this look."
Boredly, she continued to stare at her reflextion.
Mosquett shifted his weight ever so slightly, yet the chains that confined him still made protest. yet it was like music to his ears for if he could still hear them, he still lived and that ment, that so far... the King's wish had not been fufilled. With a sigh Mosquett turned his head up slightly servaying the room he had long since memorized, It was a small room roughly ten feet by ten feet it had stone walls as all dungens did yet Mosquett had it on good athority that he was not in a dungen. for one the floors were not wet but dry, and the smell of trees seeped threw the forever open window, a window that allowed all of the elements in making him cold in the winter and sneezing in the summer. As for the rest of the room, Mosquett was quiet sertain that he filled it with the chains that clung to his arms and chest. The chains were attached to the wall forcing him to stand or hang as he was now. Running a long flexible tongue over dry lips he wonders what, if anything was in store for him this day. Would one of the king's elite guards show up to check if he was still alive? It had been over two years since he last saw a living human being, Goasts had travled threw the tower on occasion but most didn't stay long enough for a decent conversation.
Closing his eyes he tried to find something to think about, What do I miss...? he asked himself and only one thing came to mind, "Jeova..." he whispered the name of his beloved horse the only creature in existance that he had not used and tossed away, the only creature that had never rejected him, never said no, "I hope he's still alive..." he said aloud opening his eyes and looking out his window.
It was getting dark, the end of yet anouther day with no food or water, I will live... he thought to himself before allowing his long black hair to cover his face, there was no need for him to see the man who opened the door, that guard's footsteps echoed as he made his way towards what he was sure must have been a corpse by now. Once the man was close enough to reach out and touch the lenghth of black hair Mosquett lunged at him making the chains wraped around him strain and clang together making more noise then he had heard in a long time. The guard fell to the floor screaming before he scrambled on all fours out the door, leaving it open as he actualy fell down the tower stairs. Musquett could only laugh full heartedly as the sound of the elite guard hitting the last step met his exepcinaly long ears, it had been the most fun he had experienced in a long time.
It took the guard aproximitly twenty mintues to summan the curage to climb the tower once more, when he reached the door Mosquett was staring at him, Mosquett's deep brown eyes servayed this BOY they had sent to check on him. The elite guard must have had less then twenty and three summers behind him and scared as he was he looked like the child he was. "M-Mosquett?" he asked all of him shaking, cuasing his armer to clang together as he walked.
Mosquett nodded alowing the boy to get close, "That is what they call me..." He said his voice low and slightly seductive.
The guard gulped, "So you are alive... I'll have to report this to the king..."
He turned to leave and Mosquet spoke once more, "Tell the King...." The boy turned, "That his daughter has grown quite lovely."
The guard blinked a few times before closing the door and locking it, Mosquett chuckled to himself and settled himself so that he could wait comfortably for the Boy who's name was David to deliver his message to the king in the throne room. He listened carfuly hoping to hear when the king heard what Mosquett had said, yet was disapointed when he only heard the boy explain that he was still alive, "No respect..." Mosquett murmers tilting his head to listen to the lovely Princess Zelda whome he had dreamed of stealing, she was in her room singing to herself as she did whatever it was that she did at this time of night. "You will not wait long..." Mosquett chuckled as he listened to her song, it was a song that he had heard her mother sing, a song of the love that she longed for and the man that she hoped would deliver it. Mosquett sighed to himself the sun was no longer in the sky and there seemed to be no reason for Mosquett to stay awake any longer. "Good night sweet princess..." he whispered making sure that his voice seeped into her girlish dreams, where he would meet her as he did every... single... night.
OC: Ahahahaha! Mosquett is just awesome I love him! I don't know why I never used him before! You guys be good people and get him out of there plix.
OC: W00T my first Post! *runs like an idiot*
IC:
Mosquett shifted his weight ever so slightly, yet the chains that confined him still made protest. yet it was like music to his ears for if he could still hear them, he still lived and that ment, that so far... the King's wish had not been fufilled. With a sigh Mosquett turned his head up slightly servaying the room he had long since memorized, It was a small room roughly ten feet by ten feet it had stone walls as all dungens did yet Mosquett had it on good athority that he was not in a dungen. for one the floors were not wet but dry, and the smell of trees seeped threw the forever open window, a window that allowed all of the elements in making him cold in the winter and sneezing in the summer. As for the rest of the room, Mosquett was quiet sertain that he filled it with the chains that clung to his arms and chest. The chains were attached to the wall forcing him to stand or hang as he was now. Running a long flexible tongue over dry lips he wonders what, if anything was in store for him this day. Would one of the king's elite guards show up to check if he was still alive? It had been over two years since he last saw a living human being, Goasts had travled threw the tower on occasion but most didn't stay long enough for a decent conversation.
Closing his eyes he tried to find something to think about, What do I miss...? he asked himself and only one thing came to mind, "Jeova..." he whispered the name of his beloved horse the only creature in existance that he had not used and tossed away, the only creature that had never rejected him, never said no, "I hope he's still alive..." he said aloud opening his eyes and looking out his window.
It was getting dark, the end of yet anouther day with no food or water, I will live... he thought to himself before allowing his long black hair to cover his face, there was no need for him to see the man who opened the door, that guard's footsteps echoed as he made his way towards what he was sure must have been a corpse by now. Once the man was close enough to reach out and touch the lenghth of black hair Mosquett lunged at him making the chains wraped around him strain and clang together making more noise then he had heard in a long time. The guard fell to the floor screaming before he scrambled on all fours out the door, leaving it open as he actualy fell down the tower stairs. Musquett could only laugh full heartedly as the sound of the elite guard hitting the last step met his exepcinaly long ears, it had been the most fun he had experienced in a long time.
It took the guard aproximitly twenty mintues to summan the curage to climb the tower once more, when he reached the door Mosquett was staring at him, Mosquett's deep brown eyes servayed this BOY they had sent to check on him. The elite guard must have had less then twenty and three summers behind him and scared as he was he looked like the child he was. "M-Mosquett?" he asked all of him shaking, cuasing his armer to clang together as he walked.
Mosquett nodded alowing the boy to get close, "That is what they call me..." He said his voice low and slightly seductive.
The guard gulped, "So you are alive... I'll have to report this to the king..."
He turned to leave and Mosquet spoke once more, "Tell the King...." The boy turned, "That his daughter has grown quite lovely."
The guard blinked a few times before closing the door and locking it, Mosquett chuckled to himself and settled himself so that he could wait comfortably for the Boy who's name was David to deliver his message to the king in the throne room. He listened carfuly hoping to hear when the king heard what Mosquett had said, yet was disapointed when he only heard the boy explain that he was still alive, "No respect..." Mosquett murmers tilting his head to listen to the lovely Princess Zelda whome he had dreamed of stealing, she was in her room singing to herself as she did whatever it was that she did at this time of night. "You will not wait long..." Mosquett chuckled as he listened to her song, it was a song that he had heard her mother sing, a song of the love that she longed for and the man that she hoped would deliver it. Mosquett sighed to himself the sun was no longer in the sky and there seemed to be no reason for Mosquett to stay awake any longer. "Good night sweet princess..." he whispered making sure that his voice seeped into her girlish dreams, where he would meet her as he did every... single... night.
OC: Ahahahaha! Mosquett is just awesome I love him! I don't know why I never used him before! You guys be good people and get him out of there plix.
IC: The sun was pouring over the open volcano into the deep pool within. Mizujin was laying on the edge of the pool, hands behind his head, hoping that the girls were watching him. He gave a little smirk as he jumped to his feet to see no one looking.
"Why don't I ever get any attention from the ladies? I'm not ugly am I?" He said as he stared into the pool glowering at his reflection. "I wish that I could at least get one girl...."
He decided that taking a dive into the pool would be nice, so he ran up to the highest point inside the volcano, and dove towards the waterfall that was directly in front of him. As he fell, he closed his eyes and spun in the air, his pearly scales glimmering in the sun. The splash in the water rejuvenated his drying skin, making him fill with confidence. Now let's see who can ignore me. He thought to himself. He came out of the water like Pamela Anderson on Bay Watch, except more masculine, and showed off his cool scales. No one looked.
OoC: I usually write more, it's just this in somewhat of an intro to his character and where he is.
The green feelds of the land of Hyrule
Are created within the Goddesses' law
As time turned many rightous Kings ruled
Leaving the lands without a flaw
Then from the dessert dry and grand
Came a man on a black horse' back
Crossing with Darkness the holy land
creating dispair and painting gold black
While the land was suffuring under the cloud of Darkness
And all races of the Hylian lands were shrouded by weakness
From the over the hills came unknown to anyone
A hero clothed in green and holding a sword seen by no one
He slayed the king and sealed him away
In the realm of Darkness far from humankind
But now time has passed and deep within
the evil power has woken again
Now He's ruling the land from the castle
Sending his mignons all over the land
Ruling with his dark, but gifted hand
Gifted and cursed by Triforce of Power
Where is the hero now, who pledged to the princess' hand
That he would come whenever he was needed
Now that Darkness has once again covered the land
Stand up, Hero or Heroine, and take your place in legend
While singing these words, a female danced on one of the squares in the one of the distant quarters of Castle Town. Her red hair and scarves floated around her tanned body as she waved her hips in sync rhythm with the music played by three of her comrades. She was a Gerudo, one of the dessert and one of the many who had fled their homelands in order to seek shelter from the evil ones who had attacked many of the villages around Hyrule. There were even villages which had disappeared from the map completely and within the years nature, good and bad, had taken over the ruins where once people lived. The Gerudo woman sang about things like that, about legends that were almost forgotten by those who lived today.
Few people threw a rupee in the little box by her feet and no one stopped these days to really listen to her words, no one except for a young man laying on his back on one of the flat rooftops. With his eyes closed he listened to her sweet voice, enjoying the remaining warmth of the late afternoon sun. With a T-shirt a few sizes too large and trousers that were too short for his long legs. He had a smile on his lips, and not only because of the yellow rupee he clenched in his right fist. His name was Dark.
OC: I'm so happy we finally started this. <3 And I only wrote a short intro. =) I just felt like writing a song. XD
Keep on writing everyone
Wow xD; Everyone is in different places! I am gonna be where Dara is at... xD;
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Rael entered the market town that once flourished with millions of people. It was so empty now, and there wasn't a person in sight. He sighed to himself as he realized that finding a good deal for something was going to be difficult. The market looked so much more darker then he had pictured. He had heard that something terrible had happened, but he never knew what it exactly was that destroyed the town. Rael's ears perked up as he heard a voice, a soft, quiet voice. Were there still people here? Rael quickly ran to the voice that had spoken and saw the most beautiful girl. Rael couldn't speak up, he wanted to talk to her. To find out why someone as cute as her would be in this hell hole, and to find out her name. Words wouldn't leave his lips though, and when they did, they were too quiet to hear and understand. Finally, he got some words to come out.
"Um... Hello there! I'm Rael." He smiled, his face was turning a dark crimson.
Dara was still staring at her reflextion in the fountain's water. She twirled a strand of her hair and smiled. Once she finally realized someone was speaking to her, she turned around and smiled sweetly. "Hello. My name is Dara. Nice to meet you. I haven't seen anyone around here at all lately. It's great to finally meet someone."
Once again, she gave her warmest smile. "So your name is Rael huh? That's a pretty neat name. What're you doing around here?" Dara asked, finally moving away from the fountain and approaching Rael.
OC: Oh, well, that was obvious that you'd meet. =3
There I go
IC: Dark held his hand up to the sun, looking how the light reflected in the facets of the rupee he held between his thumb and index. His 'hunt' had been good today. It was rare that he could a yellow one, usually he only managed to snatch green and blue rupees. Dark grinned as he brought his hand back to his face. As if he had suddenly made a decision, Dark shot up straight. With his left hand he removed his purple hair from his eyes and stood up. With a final glance at the dancing Gerudo Woman who was now singing in some dessert thongue, he jumped on a lower terrace that was part of the house whose roof he had been lying on. There, he grabbed one of the thicker branches of an almost dried-out plant which was growing agains the walls and Dark jumped down on the dusty street. He nodded a short hello to the man who was living in the house and then rushed away.
On his sprint trough the capital of Hyrule, he met few people. What once had been the flourishing centre of the world was now an almost deserted city. He slowed down as he crossed the main market square, he refrained from looking towards the Castle Gate, which only lead to a dark and heavily guarded fortress. Once again few people were outside. Only a few who were looking around the few stands and those who were taking a rest next to the fountain which bore a broken sign which used to be on Hylian flag. A Phoenix instead a dark, black fire-spitting snake nowadays.
Dark sighed. He had never known the blossoming Hylian culture, yet everywhere there were signs of what it used to be. He wondered if he would ever see the day that the world turned around again.
OoC: This is amazing so far! ^^ I'm going to use my character as comic relief if that's ok with everyone. xD
IC: Mizujin was defeated at not being noticed. Little did he know that a shy Zoran girl was watching him from behind a jagged boulder. He took no notice, not being able to see her. As he glumly dragged himself back inside his cave-like home, his mother greeted him warmly offering him lunch.
"Would you like some halibut?" His mother asked with a large smile on her face.
"Meh...." Mizujin said, taking a seat at the table staring at the bowl of halibut stew. "Mom? Do you think I have a purpose in life at all?" He asked, thinking heavily about the amount of stress that he was dealing with.
"Honey, everyone has a purpose in life. Perhaps your's is just not in the Zoran Domain. Maybe you're meant to be a trader in Hyrule. Maybe even become the first Zoran King even. I honestly can't tell you what your purpose is, just that I know there is one," His mother said to him showing how much wisdom she has gathered in her young life. She just smiled at him, and turned back to the fire pit, stirring the stew to get it ready for his father.
I guess she's right. Mizujin thought to himself. Everyone must have a purpose in life, or else there wouldn't be a point in life. From this moment on, I'm going to figure out what that purpose is.
Then it hit him. The water in the Zoran Domain was polluted with some strange black substance. It was almost like evil tendrils were leaking into their water. It has killed at least five Zoras by now. That's it! I'll save our race from this dark pollutant! I'll tell mom right now and head off to Hyrule and ask around about this.
He told his mom his idea, but she was hesitant. "I can't let you go...at least not without your father's consent. He should be home fairly soon, ask him then," Her personality changed from cheerful and full of wisdom to somewhat fearful and unsureness. This question shocked her, and she didn't know what to do.
About an hour later, Mizujin's father arrived at the cave. "Hello Mizujin. Your mother told me that you wanted to talk to me. What's it about?"
"You see, I was wondering if I had a purpose in life...." He continued his story about what he had thought of as his dad listened intently, almost approving of what he was doing.
"I can't let you go..." He said looking at the ground.
"B-but dad!" Mizujin began to yell at him.
"Shhh. I didn't finish. I can't let you go without protection of some sort. I was prepared for you to eventually leave the Zoran Domain, so I had the blacksmiths begin work on a weapon for you," His father reached into a chest on top of a ledge and opened it revealing a large seashell axe. "This was made just for you." He handed it over to Mizujin with a smile.
"Thanks dad!" Mizujin shouted as he hugged his father with a radiant smile on his face. He told his family goodbye as he left skipped outside the cave, and dove into the pool. He swam towards the waterfall leading out, and kicked himself out of the water performing an amazing acrobatic move down the length of the waterfall.
"I'm finally on my way to finding my purpose," His eyes held a sense of pride in them as he began thinking deeply about what he'll do when he arrives at Hyrule.
Ic: Finally Dark reached the district of the town where he lived. There were more people here than in the center of town, but most of them were dressed in old, almost worn out clothes. Children of all ages rushed through the streets without waiting for their parents, as they had none. With a strange melancholy Dark looked at them, as it reminded him of the days he had nothing on his mind. A little before dusk they would return to the orphanage a few blocks away, since at nightfall the monsters would come out to sweep the streets clean of anyone who still roamed the dusty roads.
Dark sighed and opened the door of what seemed to have once been a stable squeezed between two houses. It was partly made out of bricks and wood and like most houses it was partly covered by almost withered plants.
Dark sniffed, the warmth of the day was still roaming inside his little house. This was the place where he had been living since he became sixteen, since he became too old to live under the guardiance of the old lade from the orphanage. Yes, Dark had been one of those children that roamed the streets without parents. He was brought to the orphanage when he was a little older than one year, he barely remembered of those days.
He walked towards a small table in the corner of his house and threw a packet on the table. AFter that he grabbed a box from the only closet his house had and dropped the blue rupee (as it was all that remained after buying a loaf of bread) with the overal green others. He would have enough to pay this months rent, wich was oviously way too high for this kind of environment.
He groaned and took a bit of the bread. It would become night soon...
IC: Mizujin kept swimming along the river until the great Hyrule gates were in sight. His eyes sparkled with amazement and wonder and he hopped out of the water and onto the cobblestone path to the gate. A guard was standing tall and expressionless in front of the gate, holding a large mace in his hands. Mizujin became fearful of Hyrule when he saw this guard. He dark armor was haunting, his gaze, piercing. He truly wondering whether or not he should continue on he journey.
Staring past the guard, he noticed that a few townspeople were gathered by the main fountain in the town square. With confidence at seeing some happiness, he charged towards the gate hoping the guard would take no notice.
The guard angled his mace in the way of Mizujin, "State your purpose, son," said the guard in a deep, gravely voice.
"Uh...my name's Mizujin and I'm here from the Zoran Domain. I want to figure out what's polluting the water so I thought that the King of Hyrule would know," Mizujin said while trying not to show his true fear.
"Ha! You think that he could tell you? Well he can't, follow me."
Mizujin was slightly confused by why the guard was telling him to follow him if the King didn't know about the pollution. This made him sick to the stomach as he thought he was getting a premonition of something bad....He followed the guard holding his head high trying to look official. Nobody stared in his direction. He found this surprising because usually when someone is escorted by guard, heads turn.
They traveled around the fountain and then towards the castle. Mizujin felt the weight lift as he looked at the castle which was pearly white and had a purple roof. "We're almost here," said the guard as he turned right before the stairway to the door.
"Where are we going?" Mizujin asked hoping that he would go through a secret entrance or something.
The guard gave a little smirk as he opened a door nearby. "C'mon, get inside," The guard said. The underground pathway was damp and very dark. The guard lit a torch that was hanging on the wall and pushed Mizujin inside. "Now, take those stairs at the end, I'll be following you," The guard and Mizujin kept moving then reached the white tiled stairs.
Atop the stairs was a large room with multiple cells. "What are you doing?" Mizujin asked now not giving a care about showing fear. He stared into a cell to see a man hanging by chains. His black hair was covering his face until he stared up at Mizujin. He mouthed the words "help me" when the guard wasn't looking.
Mizujin shivered wondering what he would be jailed up like. "Now listen here, Jizumin," the guard said.
"It's Mizujin...sir," he said adding the sir more politely than he should have.
"Whatever, it doesn't make a difference. A few of your Zoran race have come here looking for the same answers. One of them got way to close to finding it all out, so we decided to lock him up. He's long gone now though," the guard gave a demonic smile from under his helm,"You see, it's difficult keeping this all a secret, so anyone who asks about it is locked up. Since you asked, looks like it's your turn."
He threw Mizujin into a cell where he fell to the floor. The guard stepped in a chained him to the wall just like the man who was seeking help. "No! You can't do this!" Mizujin shouted with tears in his eyes. His dream was being crushed right in front of him.
Oc: No way! Poor Mizujin. T_T
I'll guess I have to let Dark to something... go out again or something, much depends on Dara and Lo-chan... I have no idea what you're plotting, Saba-kun... but i'll post my idea in the club. :)
IC:
Dark laid his half-eaten piece of bread back on the table. The warmth made him feel uncomfortable. Restless, he sat on the only real chair his 'house' had and looked around if he could find anything to ease his mind. The room he sat in was not that big, surely because it was filled with a small closet, a simple bed with a blue striped blanket that was a bit ragged at the edges. Apart from that and table he sat next to, there was not much else worth metioning. There were two windows in this chamber. A small one next to the front door to see what was happening on the streets, but too small to actually see what was happening... And another one next to where Dark sat, opposite of the other one. If Dark turned his head towards the setting sun, he could vaguely see the shadow of the highest towers Hyrule castle pointing out towards the orange sky.
There were also two doors in this chamber, the with a strong, wooden bar locked, front door and -what Dark called his- back door. It laid to a deserted stable. There was still enough space to stall a horse. Dark rarely came there. He just used it to store interesting things he found along his endless walks through town. Each time he passed one of the four gates he had tried his best to catch a glimpse of the outside world. He was jealous of the people who could get in- and outside the town with a good reason. A boy like him would never be allowed to leave the town walls. When he had been standing on the squares in front of the gates gazing towards the blue sky behind them, the guards started staring back and told him to continue his way. As if he could do something by just taking a step outside.
Grumpy, he had turned away from the fresh breeze and had left the squares.
What was it with those guards? Letting ABSOLUTELY no one pass unless they had a darn good reason? Dark was still wondering about it...And he sniffed everytime he thought of it.
He had dreamed of the outside world for a long time. Leaving this town was his dearest wish. For it would not only mean leaving this prison, but also leaving his current life. He would have a chance to start over again. But in his current condition, he was a) not able to leave and b) certainly not able to survive in the fields. He sighed and stood up while stuffing the remaining bread in the pocket of his pants. He removed the bar blocking the door and left. He had to take a fresh nose before going to bed. But he would make sure to be inside again before curfew.
Question for Mudkipblader xD;
Where are you? o.o;
And how is it up to me and Dara?
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Rael's heart began to beat fast as she smiled warmly at him. Never had he seen such a beautyful and cute girl before. Her voice made him feel peaeful and calm. Which was something no one was ever able to do.
"Um... Yeah, thats my name." He turned more red as she began to approach him. "Your name is pretty neat too... Uh. Why am I here?" Now he felt like he was just rambling about nothing. Rael mentaly slapped himself as he realized how much of an idiot he must of sounded. "I'm here just to travel around. Yourself?"
Rael was trying to seem calm and collected, but was failing misbearly. Oh how the goddesses seemed to hate him at this moment.
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Ugh.. Sorry this is so short. I am confused on whether or not Dark went by.
OC:To clear a bit of your confusion: Dark rushed by indeed... for a bit didn't really stop near the fountain. Now he left his home wich is situated in one of the poorer quarters of the capital, not too far from the castle.
And when I said it's up to you and Dara, I meant that the story partly depends on what you guys are plotting.
My next post 'll be short.... be warned. xD
IC:As Dark walked through the street he lived in, he saw more and more people taking their stuff back in. Everything that was loose or movable, was stored into the hallways of the houses. Because the houses here were so small, most people had difficulties stuffing everything inside and still being able to walk freely in and out. But this was also a way of preventing the night roamers to come in.
None the less, Dark snickered lightly when he saw a lady trying to push her 3 dogs into a small basket and they didn't feel like being locked up for the night.
As she heard him, she threw a deadly glare into the boys direction, but he had already passed her. As he came to an intersecton, he stopped in his pace. Where would he go now? At pure instinct he turned right.
OC: I can't plot anything if only Lo-chan is near me. ._.; Everyone is in 390825023 different places. I don't know how to push this plot forward if someone doesn't at least come to talk to us. >>
Dara giggled slightly as she watched the teenager become confused with his own word choice. He seemed so nervous and jumpy around her, but Dara didn't have the slightest idea why. Maybe it was her appearance, or maybe she was just strange to be around. Mentally, she had to admit, it had been a while since she had actually been around people her age. Most of the time, she was cooped up inside her home, waiting til the right moment to get up and leave. Rarely, did she even bother talking to the adults around her.
"Oh, you're here to travel? That sounds nice. I've wanted to travel myself. It's just, I've always been a tad too nervous to actually leave. The fact I don't own a sword or anything like that also drags me down. I've been trying to think of a way to get one." Dara rambled.
For a moment, she had completely forgotten what his original question was. She kept babbling on about her interesting it would be to travel and see the world. As always she kept approaching the fact she didn't own a weapon.
"OH! Why am I here you ask?" Dara paused for a moment to think. Ironically, she hadn't put much thought into the situation. She wasn't sure how to answer it without sounding strange.
"I'm... trying to avenge the village I was born in that was destroyed by the Evil King's minions. As far as I know, I'm really the only one left of my people. I haven't gone back to the remains in years, and I don't intend to." She was almost tearing a little bit as she tried to recall her past experiences.
oc: okay... =3 You guys can plot things together, let's complicate it a bit, shall we? XD
Ic:
With no real idea where he was heading, Dark turned right and now and then left or straight forward. He met few people who took the same direction as him. They all went where he came from; away from the center, away from where -according to the stories and rumors- the seed of evil had been planted. He kicked a loose stone out of his way and followed it with his eyes as it bounced all the way to the other side of the road where it was picked up by a young child who was quickly called in by his mother.
Suddenly the houses next to him moved away, he had reached Castle Square. It hadn't changed much since he passed here an hour and a bit ago. Only it was less crowded (as far as you could call the few people crossing it a crowd). Dark walked up to the fountain. The two youngsters from before were still having their conversation. Not wanting to bug them, Dark walked to the other side and sat down on the white stones of wich the edge of the fountain was made. His feet were a few inches above the ground.
As he placed his hands next to him on the once white rock, he felt a little bump in his pocket.
His bread! He had almost forgotten about it. Now that he was sitting here, he could as well finish his evening meal.
OOC: Controling Mosquett I see.... no biggy. Ok on to the goings on.
IC:
Mosquett was slightly surprised by the way the Zora had been treated, he had seen them throw anouther Zora in here many years ago, that Zora's name had been Tatul and he had been the only friend Mosquett had for many years. Mosquett blinked a few times before the guard finaly left the room laughing like a dog with a bone, he turned to the Zora then and asked, "Are you alright?"
He shook his head for a moment then blew his hair from his face, "How can you be younge Mizujin? If you are in here, then you did something that was against regulations..." he chuckled to himself, "Or like I... just something very very wrong..." as though forgetting that the Zora was there Mosquett continued happy that he could finaly get all this off his chest, "I saw when they brought the other Zora here... his name was Tatul... fine young man...in years he had but ten and three." Mosquett sighed very uncaricteristic of himself, "Good man... he and I talked long into the night... the poor thing didn't last more then five days... then he dried out and died of thirst... There was nothing I could do do help him." Mosquett turned to the Zora in the cell, "I don't want that to happen to you..." He smiled, "We're getting out of here... tonight..."
Dara nearly jumped out of her skin as she noticed someone dash right by her in such a mannor. For a moment, she thought about grabbing Rael's arm, but dismissed the thought. She wondered why she even had the idea to begin with. Maybe when she was younger, she would have not hesitated as much. Now, however, things were much different for her.
"I wonder who he is.." Dara whispered, peering over the side of the fountain.
The person looked to be in his late teens. Since it was nearly dark out, she couldn't quite place his facial features or his hair color. The only thing she notcied was him snacking on what she thought was a loaf of bread. Being her talkative, yet friendly self, she approached him.
"Hi there. My name is Dara. Are you from around here? What's your name?"
So many questions at once! Dara had forgotten she had the tendacy to not let people answer one question at a time, but throw multiple ones in at once.
Rael's body was becoming filled with jealousy as Dara began to speak to this mysterious man. Rael didn't understand why Dara couldn't ask or wait for him to go with her. He walked over there, his heart feeling a little broken. He examined this man.
"Pfft. He's nothing special." Rael mumbled as he stood next to Dara.
The jealousy was getting worse as Dara asked multiple questions to this man. He wanted to keep her to his self, and never ever share her. He realized what he was thinking and felt stupid instantly. Why was he even worried about this? It's not like Dara and him were actually dating, and they probably would never even date. She would never think of him like that, he knew it. Still, he didn't like all the attention going to this guy, so he decided to interrupt.
"Hey Dara." Rael said, acting calm and collected. "What's up?"
Ic: Dark looked up as he heard a bright, female voice talking to him. He noticed it was the girl who had been standing on the other side of the fountain. Her male companion followed her, yet reluctantly. Even in the fading light, Dark could see by his way of walking that he didn't like this girl talking to him.
The girl introduced herself as Dara. She seemed very joyous and cheerful, eager to get to know him. Dark smiled. Her eyes were sparkling in the light of the setting sun. It had been a while since he had met or even seen such a person. They became rarities these days. He laid his hand that held the last piece of bread and after swallowing everything, it was his turn to introduce himself and to answer to all her questions. But he didn't mind to do so.
"Hi, my name is Dark" he started. "You're right, I live in this... town." Dark had almost said 'prison', but that would be unapropriate.
He twitched his triangular ears as he heard the other one mumble something, but he didn't understand it.
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