The Legend of Zelda: Quest for the Awakening

[~Ozy~]

I started this RP a while bak, but a lack of talent killed it. So I thought I'd restart it here.

Link is dead. Not in battle, you see, but of old age. Even the Hero of Time eventually falls to age. When he died, it seemed all of Hyrule turned out at his funeral. Zelda, by this time, Queen of Hyrule suspected that Ganon might try to rise again. She made a bold move, splitting the spirit of the Hero of Time into six pieces, Anger, Sadness, Freedom, Life, Healing, and Determination. Each of the pieces was tied to one of the six Medallions, resting deep in the Temple of Time and scattered about Hyrule, entrusted to one of the different races. If need should press, each of the Medallions must be returned to the temple where the Hero was buried and that he should rise again to defend Hyrule.

That was centuries ago, and the Hero's Return is no more than legend. In the far west, a dark force is rising. Perhaps legend as all the hope Hyrule has left. Six heros are to be chosen, from anywhere, any walk of life. Hyrule's finest wizards are searching for these heroes throughout the land, looking for those with the courage and fortitude to stake their lives and the lives of everyone else on faith and the smallest glimmer of hope.

Form-
Name:
Gender:
Age:
Appearance:
Personality:
Class: (e.g. swordsman, noble, jester, assassin, thief, archer)
History: (optional)
Primary weapon:
Secondary weapon:
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Name: Dinir
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Appearance: Tall and wiriy, with long, semi-unkempt black hair. Amber eyes with a penetrating stare. Excellent vision. Wears well-worn leather armor over loose-fitting clothes, affording him a great deal of movement. Keeps a longbow and quiver over his back and two handcrossbows at his waist, along with his belt knife and pouch.
Personality: Rough, uncultured, and to a pretty large extent, ruthless. Very Machiavellian in his means, but loyal to his cause. Highly independant.
Class: Sniper
History: Once a valued member of the Hylian Royal Guard who specialized in archery, but was eventually kicked out for failing to follow orders he disagreed with. rumor says that he and the Captain of the Guard still bear a large grudge towards each other. Since then, he's been working as a mercenary, protecting merchant cravans and helping towns with bandit problems.
Primary weapon: Longbow
Secondary weapon: Repeating handcrossbows

 

[Shiney]

Name: Kheldar, but goes by the nickname "Silk"
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Appearance: With dark eyes, and somewhat pale skin, he casts a suspicious figure. He's clad in black and dark grey close-fitting garments of which he gets his name from.
Personality: Quick and cunning. As sharp with wit as he is with a knife, he's a tricky person, and seems to always have a plan or two ready.
Class: He calls himself an acrobat, yet his skills vary into several other places as well.
History: (optional)
Primary weapon: A large staff which seems to be made of wood, but is strangely light and strong.
Secondary weapon: Several daggers and throwing knives hidden in all sorts of places on him.

 

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

Hey TAD this is my first RP in advanced forum, tell me if I'm slipping or not holding up to standard okay man?

Name: Jaspar McCaw
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance: He is fairly tall, with jet black hair extending half way down his spine. It appears greasy although that's not the case at all. He has deep blue eyes, the color of the ocean. He is always wearing totally black, including a flowing black cape, although he doesn't wearing during theivery.
Personality: A loner, hates the world, and thinks that he shouldn't have to work to get what he needs. This is how he ended in the profession he did. He also loves to be meniecal and negative towards others, he gets great pleasure out of the act of making others depressed.
Class: Thief/Assasin
Primary weapon: Dagger
Secondary weapon: Longbow

 

[Cyber Link]

Sorry I haven't been on much. Here's my profile! ^^

Name: Darian Conter
Gender: Male
Age: 25
Appearance: Many think him a knight in shining armor...well mainly because he is. He is decorated with the shinest of the mythril in all the land. He is also one of the kings most valuable guards. His hair is a golden brownish, and his eyes are an icy blue that can pierce straight through is enemy. He's hansome by all means, but he doesn't consider himself as much.
Personality: Modest, and weary, he's learn to lay low and wait for the perfect time to attack.
Class: Knight
Primary weapon: Claymore
Secondary weapon: longsword

 

[~Ozy~]

<OOC>Alright, I wanted a few more people, but this'll actually do nicely. Let's begin.<OOC>

The passes leading out of the Gerudo Valley were almost as dangerous as the deserts themnselves anymore, but for different reasons. None of these reasons dicouraged the merchants, however. They were just as intreested in the lucrative trade in silk and jewels as ever. Not that it mattered, it kept me alive. So I didn't complain and took the contracts. I stopped the bandits from attacking the caravans and took my pay for it. It was a better life than that I'd led as a Guardsman, even if I was one of the elite.

A crunch on the dry grass below the outcropping I stood upon was all the warning I had. Gerudo bandits poured out of holes in the cliff walls. I whistled sharply, letting the other mercenaries and guards know of the threat, then drew my bow, aimed, and fired. The second arrow was alreay leaving the bow before the first buried hom in the eye of one of the bandits.

 

[Shiney]

My horse reared in suprise, but I quickly calmed it. I knew from the look of things that the guards the merchants had hired were fairly decent. I was mascarading as Radlek of Boktor, a fine merchant from a cold, northern land, in order to get away from the authorities of said land. I was dressed in flamboiant silks of magenta and mauve, enough to make anyone think I was colorblind. But I had enough gold on me that anyone would compliment me on my choice of clothes.

 

[ThEoNeAnDoNlY555]

Just as I grabbed a luscious, full apple, the rucus began. I heard the whistle, and knew what was happening, Bandits galore. Their crys could be heard, high yells and screams. I'd been in this situation before, and had most of the merchants here, so no one really panicked. A few inexpierienced merchants, who had never been through a bandit attack were though, grabbing heir wares, and running as fast as they could to get away from the barbarians. I simply slipped into a small crevise in the stone ledge, and watched as it all happened.