+--Legend of Zelda - God of the Rains --+ [ADVANCED][PG-16]

[Hydra of Ages]

To be frank, I'm still waiting for one guy who said he'd join to post his app.

[Otaku-sama]

I SUPPORT ADVANCED RPS!!!

Ahem...I have never played a Zelda game ever, so I might get some details wrong, but I'll do my best.

[spoiler=Application]

Name: Cumae Stonefall

 

Gender: Male

 

Race: Goron

 

Physical Description: 7' 2" and a bulky frame. His body consists of black granite-like rock that has gold specks around his body. This makes him sparkle excessively when a strong light is shone on him. His eyes look like large smoothed out gold nuggets. Unlike other Goron, he looks very streamlined and does not have the distinct round belly of Gorons. He does not have a beard formation and his head is uneven.

 

Personality: Cumae is very honour-bound like many Goron and is very respectful of all races. He tends to be very friendly with everyone he meets, no matter their appearance. He would be friendly with a dark being if he was not told beforehand that the creature was evil. He also has a knack for negotiation due to his very welcoming attitude. Only the most cold hearted person would try to trick him into a very low price. If they did, however, Cumae would accept it. This would be his greatest weakness: he is too trusting sometimes. He also seems to have a strange distaste of the colour purple. Anything purple tends to get him overworked about it for nothing.

 

Biography: Cumae was born in the heart of the Wandering mountain. He was raised by a rather normal family if you set aside the fact that his father was a hyper-zealous soldier. His father's travels led him to never trust anyone. This is what gave Cumae his determination to trust everyone. His father also trained Cumae in fighting with a mace-staff, a large one-sided mace with a very long handle. Cumae didn't leave the mountain until he was 19. When he left the mountain, he left his world where everyone was truthful.

 

As he ventured around in the outside world, he made his living by selling precious ores and gems to the various cities he visited. He made quite an amount of money because no one had the heart to negotiate with the friendly Goron. Not knowing what to do with all the money, he put his excess profits back into the city through funding of public works and food banks for the poor. This would continue as long as he stayed in cities, which averaged around a few days.

 

Weapons of Choice: A large tempered steel mace-staff. It's total length is one and a half of Cumae's height and incredibly heavy. It is adapted for Cumae's unique fighting style, so no other Goron can use it as effectively as he can. His style is somewhat of a defensive and redirective one. It mostly involves using the great weight of the staff to block even the strongest strikes and using the large mace head as a counter weight for returning lunges.

 

Steed: Cumae has a large Dodongo he calls Pebble. It is massive, the size of a small house. Despite its massive size, it respects Cumae very much and is friendly around children. It usually carries Cumae's wares and sometimes serves as the stall for his shop when there isn't space in the square. It does have issues with birds, however. It gets very irritated when birds sit on it and will go into a frenzy if defecated on by said birds.

 

RP Example:

[spoiler=From Timesplitters: Dark Days of History RP by Galesonic and X-31 Fighter]

Marduk, or Tychus, as his robotic body is better known as, stood guard by a busy intersection of the streets of Neo-Tokyo. His HUD scanned each passing person's face, cross referencing their faces with the confirmed criminal database. He then recieved a message from the High Minister of his creators.

Much has changed since you were put into standby some five millenia ago. Hammurabi was unsuccessful in spreading the law to the world. Fixing this lawless society is imperative in preventing this world from falling into deeper conflict. Current objectives updated: Bring law back to this world via Neo-Tokyo. End message.

Marduk left his post and headed to the nearest computer terminal.

 

He opened a direct uplink to the central computer mainframe. Through this, he could create law within the current government. Milliseconds after reaching the mainframe entrance, he was stopped by a security program.

Passcode required for access to mainframe.

Already expecting this, Marduk assaulted the program with a scrambler to confuse the program long enough to gain access. He was not expecting the humans to have counter measures.

Intruder detected! Terminating connection!

 

All this happened within a single second. Marduk was forced back into his robotic shell. He returned to his post.

Sub objective added: Gain access to central computer central server.

 

 

 

 

[Hydra of Ages]

Awesome; Not actually the guy I was waiting for, but good enough.

 

We start tomorrow. Apps will still be accepted until we're a fair bit through the plot. I'll make a list of all the accepted apps when we start also.

 

Also, a reminder that everyone's technically allowed up to 3 non-Dark Mystic apps, so if you want to make extra characters, now would be the time. I myself, will be using my entire limit of three. (Plus my various Dark Mystic characters, but those are considered NPCs rather than actual characters).

[fenrir]

I'm guessing we start soon?

[Hydra of Ages]

Yeah, tomorrow, sorry.

 

I was going to start today, but things came up, and I couldn't find time to write up my extra character apps + the intro post.

[fenrir]

Oh question, although we're aloud 3 non-Dark Mystics, how much Dark Mystics are we aloud? I'm guessing one, but I would still like to know.

[Hydra of Ages]

Only one. Though you are allowed to have that one Dark Mystic in addition to the three normal apps.

Starting in a few minutes.

[fenrir]

Forgot to mention, my friend won't be able to join.

 

=/

 

Until the RP starts, expect another app from me.

[Davok]

HUMAN

 

Name: Kale Asteras

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Physical Description: Thick, mangy hair streaks the top of Kale's head like a homeless alley mutt, slick black sideburns curving downward across his bony cheeks most comment on to be like a blade of grass, and his large emerald eyes are usually slitted in an air of bored, unimpressed dominance. Curling down from below the eyes is a thin pointed nose that leers over small whiskers of a potential mustache. His mouth is straight and seems to be forever curved into a half-smile or a frown. A small brown stubble is positioned on his chin. Kale has an average neck, with wide shoulders carrying two long muscled arms. Across his chest is a white, frightening scar going straight through his sinewy torso. His legs are long and springy, making one wonder how possibly they could hold the human up.

Personality: Kale is an enigma to the many who know him briefly, and even to those few who have the pleasure of being his acquaintance have trouble reading him. His calm and level-headiness in even the most stressful of situations yet having specific seemingly harmless things send him into a rage of anger or fear. Kale is a maelstrom of emotional discord, quiet when alone and irritating when in company, his constant snarking and baiting that could drive even the most lenient Sage mad. But, to those very few who manage to get through that, he is compassionate and self-centered, charitable and hoarding, bent on survival to the extreme.

Biography: It was the years after the Great Cataclysm when the Demon King was rid from the land when Kale was born. The riotous feasts and celebrations that followed the rousing announcement were both cheerful and catastrophic, mass throngs of young from all species pouring into the streets in a mad, drunken frenzy.

Few were spared it, not even a lowly human maid working within the manor of the rich Hylian Enzo Asteras. Enzo's son, Altair, in a sudden rage of drunken immorality and hunger, took the maid Lily Maston into a broom closet and raped her. Nobody found out, and the darkness that clouded Altair's heart was undetected as most of the Hylian Knights were sent to halt the joyful riots of the celebrations.

Nobody except Lily, that is, when she discovered months afterwords that she was pregnant with the child of Altair Asteras. In order to cover his own hide, Altair informed his mate Tira that Lily had forced herself upon him, but Tira in her rage left Altair and set out to avenge this infidelity. Using all the powers at her disposal, she persuaded Enzo to throw a pregnant Lily out into the grubby and litter-filled streets. It was in a back alley that Kale was born, with poor Lily dying in the process. Aware of the birth, both Altair and Tira set out to destroy the infant once and for all, for reputation and revenge.

But baby Kale lived on, albeit unfortunately. Kidnapped by human bandits and held for ransom, yet finding there was no one to take him, left him in the woods to die. There Kale was found by a lonely Kokiri hermit named Hammerut who cared and nurtured him throughout his youth, teaching him much in the ways of the knife and dagger. Until eleven, when Altair Asteras caught up with him. Hiring a team of assassins, Altair directed them towards the hermit's hut. But Kale wasn't there, he had gone off to meditate in the woods. When he got back, he found his mentor Hammerut murdered. Vowing vengeance, Kale took Hammerut's arsenal of knives and daggers and set out to kill the assassins responsible. After a hard journey, Kale tracked down the assassins' hideout. Using all of his skill, Kale managed to get to the Master of Assassins himself, only to discover it was Tira who quickly dispatched him and sealed him inside a dungeon cell. Confiscated of all his weapons but one, a cutting knife he snatched, he amused himself by practicing from hours on end with his blade.

Eventually he managed to escape by plying open the bars of his cell. He was never seen by Altair's assassins or Tira since.

Weapons of Choice: Throwing Knives and Dagger.

Steed: Loki, a Horse.

[spoiler=RP Example]

The thick purple smoke coiled upwards into the ceiling and oozed into tendrils creeping down into the floor, erupting from the dirty clay pot which bore it. Above it, bony, skeletal fingers waving in constant motion, cackled a disgusting wrinkled creature covered in tatters and rags. The smoke quickly enveloped the top of the circular wooden lobby, causing the occupants to cast disapproving stares in the old witch's direction. This only caused her to cackle even more.

 

Kale cleared his throat, darted his eyes toward the old witch and her pot, then back to the gruff aging innkeeper who was tapping his foot patiently for him to respond to his query.

 

"Yes." Kale muttered unintelligibly, still glaring at the old lady and the purple smoke. "Yes, I would like to stay the night." Edging slowly away from the witch across the counter, he ended with: "A window room, please." Digging through his damp and tarnished cloak and protruding three dirt crusted rupees and clunking them on the solid oak counter on which the transaction was taking place.

 

The broad-shouldered innkeeper sniffed, taking no notice of the purple smoke or the witch, and edged slowly toward the three rupees, and suddenly snatched them off the counter as if his life depended on it and bit them between his teeth for good measure. He nodded, satisfied, and jerked his thumb obscurely in the direction of the stairs.

 

"Th're. `ird un on the left, don' `urt yourself."

 

Kale nodded, and quickly cut around the counter and took a brisk walk towards the rotten wooden stairs. His head was splitting open, the magic fumes seeming to get in his brain, split his very mind apart. Suddenly, an immense flash of purple light enveloped the entire room and it's occupants, and the purple smoke disappeared, and a fang-mouthed cobra reared upwards from the pot. The other residents, a bit dazzled, clapped respectfully.

 

Kale bolted from the lobby and locked himself into his room until he checked out.

 

 

Also, this is my first RP in a while, so apologies if my performance may be lacking.

[Hydra of Ages]

(OOC: Davok, Accepted. We shall now begin. Here is the other main character I will be playing as for the duration of this RP-

[spoiler=Velen Lionblade]

Name: Velen Lionblade

Gender: Male

Race: Hylian

Physical Description: Fit, lithe Hylian, an exemplary member of the speices. Stands at about 6'4, with thin but strong arm and leg muscles and a strong chest. Hair is longish and ungroomed, giving it a kind of windswept look, but at it's longest never goes past his neck. Has bright green eyes that almost seem to shine in the dark, and a curiously battle-ready face, almost maniacal in its devotion to the task at hand.

Ears are slightly longer than average, and face distinctly unmarred and somewhat feminine-seeming. Figure being thin but strong, can be seen as week or weifish from the back unless one looks closely to see the taunt muscles.

Generally wears a self-made cloak of various emerald and moss-green fabrics over a battle-ready black leather tunic with an expensive-looking belt with several large pouches over it. Leggings are made of a comfortable, but tight enough to stop possible snags, fabric that does not break easy. On feet, wears a pair of small, light boots made for agility on mountainous or difficult terrain.

Personality: Dedicated and fanatical are words occasionally used to describe Velen, who is meek and kind in other respects. The guy has an odd ability to zero in on something as an absolute truth, and dedicate all his powers and ability in order to fulfill what he thinks that he needs to do. This occasionally gets him into arguments with others, as he refuses to listen to logic or reason that contradicts with his own inner desires and truth. While not a bad guy in the least, he can do morally questionable things without a second thought if he honestly believes that are unavoidable, and when not doing something related to his quest, he feels restless and uneasy. While not doing something related to his quest, he is shy, easy to get along with, and very respectful. He wouldn't hurt a fly unless he believed it went against his inner gospel. While Velen does not spare much time for romance, he noticed innocuously that he was equally attracted to males as he was to females, though he hasn't really had time to figure more about that else-wise.

Biography: Son of Ulric Lionblade, one of the members of the Hylian Knights and the eventual successor to the Lionblade dukeship, Velen has long been entertained by stories of his father involving honor, righteous death and the exploits of heroes. As he grew, he was taught by the best swordsmen in all of Hyrule, the Hylian Knights themselves, and studied their ways and traditions with vigor, learning their doctrine and committing it to heart and memory. As he grew up, the myths of the legendary Hero of Times fascinated and transfixed him; the idea of a Hero, brought up to fight against injustice even while just a child, enthralled him and gave him purpose, to emulate the hero. He spent all of his adolescence learning the ways of the Knights, the way to fight, the way to have honor, and of course to uphold justice above all else; Eventually he became squire to famous Hylian Knight, Archduke Sol Hawkfeather, and learned from him personally along with his father.

When the Dark Mystics inevitably attacked Hyrule Castle, Spearheaded by Ganondorf, the Hylian Knights were the final line of defense between them and the Castle itself; it was a slaughter. Despite the Hylian Knight's magical prowess and skill with the blade, they were nearly helpless against the Triforce of Power and the ridiculous skills of the Dark Mystics. The entire line of the Knights was slaughtered before Velen's eyes, who was told to retreat along with the women and children of the castle, and protect them.

The image of Ganondorf's demonic visage among the burning ruins of the castle was forever scarred into his memory, as he began the ideas to begin his quest with. After saving the women and children under his jurisdiction, he picked up his former master's second best blade from his abode in Fortunefall town; a pure blade of Goron make, made to the standards of a Hylian Knight, and one of his master's steed that he had been permitted to ride; a Riding Kagaroc called Bushi.

Weapons of Choice: A single blade, long and edged on one side, thinner than average but sharp enough to cleave through nearly anything. The blade is the standard of the Hylian Knights, and is considered among the best quality weapons of Hyrule. It is made from tempered Goron Steel, and is kept in an ornate, black and gold scabbard slung across Velen's shoulder. The blade's name is Goldnail.

Also keeps a Longbow with a quiver.

Steed: An adolescent Riding Kagaroc named Bushi. Temperamental but loyal, the flying creature is large enough to carry two people of average Hylian weight, but can only go quickly with one. The steeds have little self preservation instincts while their rider is on them, so battle tactics while in the air are required to be known by the rider personally; Unfortunately, Velen never finished his education in this matter.

 

)

 

The Dark King sat upon the throne of the rightful King of Hyrule. Being within the very presence of the Holy Castle caused him pain beyond all mortal recognition, but he hardly cared. The Symbol of Power pulsated from his fist, warding off the pain sent by the Gods of the Realm.

They thought him outwitted. They thought they had beaten him even before he had started.

His fist clenched upon the arm rest of the stone seat, as it began to crumble in his grip. Fools. All of them were fools.

He crushed the armrest in his hand, reducing it to shrapnel the consistency of sand. He didn't even seem to notice when two shadow-like shapes appeared before him.

 

"Well?" He barked at them. The cloaked beings seemed to twitch with worry at his command. One, wearing a moderately more ornate cloak than the others, moved hesitantly towards him, his head still bowed.

 

"My liege..." he said in a cracking voice, as if he expected the man before him to kill him at any time. Ganondorf simply grunted in return.

 

The Dark Mystic cleared his throat. "My liege... I... I am sorry to admit that we have failed to locate the Sage of the Winds. My most humble apologies. I will openly take the entire brunt of the bla-" He broke off in a squeak as Ganondorf rose from his chair.

 

The dark-skinned Gerudo simply grunted at the Mystic, and walked by him, causing the creature to sigh in relief. Ganondorf briefly considered destroying him for his failure, but his rational side brushed the beast within him away. Many thought the king of darkness an animal, without restraints to his vicious nature; they would be incorrect. Indeed, Ganondorf sense of rational was as powerful as the wild beast within him; It was the mask that held the chain to his true power. He knew when brunt force was required, and this was not the time. He needed every single Mystic he had; he NEEDED to find those Sages. Only by destroying the sages would he be able to remove the blasted power of that thrice-damned sword, locked in the basement; Only once the Master Sword was shelled of its additional power, could he make his dominion complete. Only then could he be sure a new Warrior of Courage would not stand up to him.

 

He grinned in a demonic fashion only he could achieve. Only then, could he be sure that Link was dead.

 

---

 

Velen gazed out with hawk-like precision at his prey; a long-haired jackrabbit. The unsuspecting creature hopped around, its long ears twitching in search for even the tiniest hint of sound. Velen sympathized; his own ears did not twitch, but they too sought the tell-tail sounds that could distract him, the sounds that might alert his prey to his presence. Everything of significance was silent as death; he needn't worry. His enhanced senses were all on-par with that of the creatures, and so he should not worry about being distracted.

 

TWANG!

 

The sound broke the silence. The Jackrabbit's ears twitched upward at the sound, as it prepared to make its getaway; however, the tiny moment of recognition in which the Rabbit heard the sound was enough to doom it, as the shaft of the arrow penetrated directly above its collar bone, straight through the neck. Having missed the spine. The rabbit flopped around uselessly for a few moments before it's eyes glazed in the sign of death, covered in a pool in its own blood.

 

Velen grinned in victory as he picked up his newest catch, and removed the arrow within. He quickly inspected the shaft for damage, and winced when he saw a notch.

 

"Must've grazed the spine..." He muttered, looking at the chipped piece of wood. The arrow wouldn't fly straight, not any more. He sighed; in the past week, he had gone through a little over 21 arrows; None of which were cheap. He would need to learn to improve his aim in order not only to relive his wallet, but his belly also. All day, that single rabbit was his entire catch; even that was a matter of luck. Had the rabit not stood up straighter to better identify the noise, the arrow would have swooped past it and deeper into the forest.

 

He sighed, but covered his catch in leaves as he walked around in search of fire wood. With his catch there, he would make his camp there too. First things first, he needed some firewood for a good flame. Secondly, he needed a tree from which to drape his blanket; His small pack contained within it only two blankets in order to help him sleep. One on which to sleep on, one to drape over a branch to protect him from insects and the elements.

 

He blinked, then pressed himself against a wall. He heard an odd sound, a sort of snuffling, like you would imagine a pig to sound like. Was it... a Moblin?

 

---

 

Lya smiled as she entered Kakariko Village. The town was a nice mix between bustling, urban life and the rural identity she enjoyed as a Zora. Once a merchant center for commerce, after the relocation of Castle Town to farther central Hyrule and the christening of Fortunefall town, it received much less visitors. Still, it's rustic quality and hot springs recently found as result of Death Mountain made a perfect spot for weary travelers and the like.

 

She glanced around for a nearby hotspring, and rubbed Pele's translucent globe. The Bari gurgled with thanks; it could sense the proximity of a hotspring.

 

"Excuse me!" She called to a young man. The man was apparently of human stock, and from the way he looked her over, seemed to have had limited experience with both Zora and Females.

 

"Could you direct me to the nearest open hotspring?" She said sweetly, leaning in his direction slightly from Pele. "My mount hasn't soaked for a while, and he needs water, see." She said in her sweetest voice. She felt oddly satisfied upon seeing the young man blush slightly, and fiddle with his fingers.

 

"O-of course. It's over there, just by the inn..." He stuttered. "There might be a couple people, but it's pretty deserted this time of day, and it's the biggest spring..."

 

He muttered. Lya smiled, thanked him, then turned Pele's reigns in the direction of said spring. Not only did Pele need to soak, she did also. The grains of dirt and stone from the travel stuck to her skin uncomfortably, and she disliked it when her scales dried out completely. Besides, she could feel herself getting weaker; more than likely from the Hylian viruses her weakened immune system hadn't been able to stop completely. Only by absorbing more water could they increase their presence and banish the intruding bacteria.

[fenrir]

((Dammit Davok, I told him you wouldn't join. D:<))

 

"God this is going to be a pain." Was all that Holland muttered. He was standing at one of the entrances of Kakariko Village. It was humid, and the bustle of village life only furthered his hate for this mountain village. It wasn't often that he and Avalanche would trek through Hyrule field to buy supplies. However, life on Snowpeak was scarce, with the occasional wolf or bear. Since hunting wasn't really an option, he frequently had to travel to neighboring villages. He had never gone past Kakariko, as the heat often irritated Avalanche, and a pissed off bullbo is a bad bullbo. He really didn't have a choice. Kakariko was known for it's bombs, and he was low on supply.

 

He sighed lightly, passing his hand over Avalanche's soft, furry head. He was sweating. "Now now, hot are we? Let's see if we can't find us someplace to cool off..."

 

((I would type more, but I'm pressed for time now.))

[Otaku-sama]

Cumae packed up his wares from the large mat he placed in front of Pebble, the giant Dodongo. The great beast grunt and huffed, shaking its head.

"Don't worry Pebble. Today is finished and we can go back to our camp very soon. Just let me put this stuff away," Cumae responded to his agitated beast. He rolled up the mat and placed it on the back of the beast, then climbed up on to it himself. The Dodongo got up and walked out of the city with great crashes with every step. As he made his way out, Cumae noticed a small boy sitting in an alleyway, begging for food, completely ignored by the townspeople. Cumae dismounted and walked up to the boy.

 

"Spare some food sir? I haven't eaten in days..." the boy weakly begged. Cumae knew that he couldn't refuse to help a starving being. He reached into on of his pockets and pulled out a small bag full of coinage.

"Here you are! I hope this will keep you fed for the next few weeks." Cumae happily replied, handing the boy the bag. The boy greedily opened the bag to reveal the shining Rupees within.

"Oh thank you sir! You are such a good person!" the boy thanked as he quickly went off to the market.

Cumae smiled and remounted Pebble, which was even more agitated having to wait to get out of the claustrophobic city.

 

OoC: Meh...That's the best I can come up with for now.

[Freeshooter]

[spoiler=Second Application - Regular]

Name: Arscilearia (Leari for short)

Gender: Female

Race: Hylian

Physical Description: Black hair which when shone in the light, or when wet, becomes a beautiful dark blue which goes well with her purple eyes. Has the appearance of a unusually short 13 year old, but she is actually the age of 15. Her hair is usually messed up, never taking the time to actually fix it in the morning. except when forced to by her older sister, which she only does when meeting somebody important, or on a special occasion. Leari has a short stature, with short legs, but runs very fast. Doesn't look it, but she could hold her own against a fully grown Hylian adult.

Personality: Very, very, VERY shy. Doesn't say much, and after seeing him in the castle town of Hyrule, she begins to harbor a secret crush on Teliae.

Biography: (I'm not good at doing female biographies...) At the small age of 4 her father passed on, and with that, her mother committed suicide. Her older sister Relanaria (Nari) was forced to work 2 jobs, just to put food on the table. And that was with Leari gathering around ten to twenty rupees a day in the fields outside of the castle. 2 years later, Arscilearia began to train to become a Hylian Knight, knowing it was the only way her and her sister could survive. 4 years later, she became a master in the ways of archery, and was eventually hired to protect caravans on their way to other towns or cities. She became a knight in 3 more years, at the age of 13, and was taught how to use a spear for both attacking with the blades and with the stave part of it. She is now fifteen, and is in the Elite Kargaroc Riders Squadron of the Hylian Knights. She still helps her sister with food, and money, and still protects caravans for some extra cash when she has some free time.

Weapons of Choice: Bow and Arrow, spear (double-sided).

Steed: Her father was a Hylian Knight, so when he passed on, he gave his Kargaroc to her, in hopes she would treat it well. She has named her Kargaroc Faro, after the Goddess of Courage, Farore.

[spoiler=RP Example] Arscilearia flew across the skies of Hyrule Field, shooting down any Bokoblins she may see. This may have only been recon, but nevertheless she thought of it as a very important mission. "Hmm... Maybe I should stop in." She said, noticing Kakariko Village, still quite far away from her. "What do you think Faro?" Leari asked politely. The jubilant Kargaroc squawked happily, and flew towards it. "Yeah, let's go see Dasher!" Obviously she had some sort of relationship with a villager of Kakariko, or a Goron. She dug around in her bag, pulling out a flute. "Well, might as well do something I love waiting for this old Kargaroc of mine to hustle. Faro squawked again, this time with less happiness. "Okay, I'm sorry." She started to perform a beautiful melody, which upon she had composed herself. This composition was one she had named "Sunlight at Midnight". The statement it was meant to make was that even in the darkest of times (Such as the current ones) there is always on small ray of light. Therefore creating, sunlight at midnight.

 

 

 

 

 

Teliae walked back into Kakariko village, quickly realizing that he had forgotten something. One of his most prized possessions. His sales bag. You see, as his step-father had been a salesman as well as a fighter, Teliae figured he should carry on the traveling trade. He had been reading a book, and unintentionally slammed into a post. Hard. "You'd figure I'd know my way around this town by now..." He mumbled to himself. Teliae took a look at the sign. "Hot Springs... I guess I could relax a little more..." He walked in, noticing a Zora girl with her steed, soaking in the water. He had the most surprised look on his face. Teliae had never seen a Zora before, and was expecting... Something, well, different. But, to each their own, right? He walked up to the aquatic-raced female and said: "Hello, I'm Teliae. I'm supposed to be going to Hyrule right now, but I figured I'd relax for a bit. How about you? Where are you headed next?"

[fenrir]

Avalanche huffed once and pawed the ground. He was obviously quite warm. His fur used to spike out, giving him the appearance of a white pine-cone. With the humidity now, his fur was moist and straight, a mix of both white and silver. Grabbing the rein he began to pull his steed through the large crowds. Most people would stop and stare, it was unusual to see a white furred bullbo. Or even a furred one. Most bullbos had short fur, Avalanche being one with long.

 

Holland stopped once in front of a sign. It was rather large, and bulky. He guessed a Goron had built it, but he waved that matter away. It read that the Hot Springs were due north, above a hotel. Looking around, he spotted the particular hotel, and pulled Avalanche. In a minute or two, they were in front of the Hot Springs. There wasn't much people, save for a Kokiri boy and a Zora female. The Zora had an odd Bari as a steed. Soaked in the Hot Springs water, it was enjoying himself. Something felt strange. He had seen Kokiri before, and even a few Zoras, but this particular female had caught his attention.

 

Avalanche nudged his side, but did not get a response. He gruffed once, and nudged harder, using one of it's tusks. "Owowowo, okay okay!" Holland jumped back and whispered at the beast. He quickly dragged Avalanche near the Hot Spring, and finally, gave him a push. Water splashed upwards, soaking Holland and probably the others. Avalanche sighed in happiness, as the water soaked his fur. After all, he'd rather be soaked in water, than sweat.

[Dad]

He was angry. Savage and angry. The others had failed to comply with his demands, their mission incomplete. So now it was his turn to satisfy the demands of the Dark King. Vangelion could sense his rage from afar, his keen senses being some of the very best. He gathered his favorite weapon, the dragonic whip, and placed it in it's hold on the back of his chest plate, it's broad handle shined proudly, protruding just above the hold's end. It was a Great Sage that the Dark Lord required, and it was a Great Sage he would receive. His first travels would be afoot, to a shallow loft Kakariko.

 

There he could be sure to gather some information.

 

Swiftly, he slipped out of his window, and down a gigantic water valve, propelling himself from it backwards, landing onto a narrow flag pole, and dropping to the ground below. Kakariko was only Eastwards from here.

[Hydra of Ages]

(Second app accepted, Chant. Otaku, many apologies; when adding Chant's second app, apparently I went over the post limit on the original post, cutting off your app and a chunk of Dark Phoenix's xD)

 

Lya smiled as she relaxed within the therapeutic waters of one of Kakariko's famous Hot Springs, the tension already releasing from her back and muscles. The water felt nostalgic, like her old home, though she admitted the waters here were much warmer and comfortable than she had ever seen.

 

Pele didn't seem to mind, the Bari dipping up and down in the water with what could be seen as enthusiasm, his tentacles waving a little. Lya gave a little chuckle at her invertebrate companion's antics.

 

She blinked slightly as what appeared to be a young Hylian child entered the spring and came up to her, seemingly curious like she had found most of the rest of the world were. Zora simply didn't get away from their river enough to be more well-known among Hylian society, she supposed.

 

She cocked her head instead of responding to the child's questions, as if trying to figure something out. The creature seemed reminiscent of a Kokiri, a race several times more reclusive than her own and were very rare to see just traveling around. However, he seemed older than the peak age of the Timeless Kokiri, so she really couldn't tell what he was; a young Hylian, or some sort of mutant Kokiri.

 

"Hello. My name is Lya." She responded after a while, stroking her Bari's head after a moment. "I have no particular place to go. I am a wanderer of sorts." She thought after briefly considering how to answer.

 

She blinked and would have nearly shrieked in shock if she hadn't already been used to the hot spring's temperatures when she felt a large amount of the water crash down on her, like a wave. She blinked the water away from her eyes as she perceived the odd sight of a simply gargantuan pig writhing happily in the steaming waters.

 

She blinked again. "Never seen a pig try to boil itself before..." she said numbly after a second, still trying to figure what exactly this thing was.

[fenrir]

Holland chuckled slightly at the Zora's comment. "Sorry, my friend here needed someplace to wash away the sweat." He used 'friend' instead of 'steed'. He didn't treat Avalanche like most people treat their mounts, he was more of a companion than anything else. He walked over to an elevated rock, positioned fairly a bit over the spring.

 

"I see you two are travelers." He commented. It was a tad odd finding Zora away from their domain, but whatever. The evident fact that the Zora had a steed was enough to convince him she was a traveler. The Kokiri was a bit odd in his view. They were rare, and finding them up here was even harder.

 

He sighed slightly. The two gave him an odd feeling, and the Kokiri had begun to irritate him. He hadn't said anything to him, but his presence was enough to annoy him. Kokiri were magic folk, so that was the best answer he could come up with.

[Dad]

Observantly enough, there were many landmarks that caught his eye. An old inn with a rickety welcoming sign, a warming pub only feet away from it, and of all curious things, a Hylian child, perched atop a rock. The inn of course was blocking his view as to what was going on, but the boy seemed to be speaking with someone. This was all the information he needed. Quietly Vangelion slipped inside the inn, a foggy mist clouding his view from it's rear window.

 

"Mist?" he thought. "This time of day, with such a clear sky?" he could now tell there was a hot spring before him, behind this inn. He couldn't much, but they were speaking loudly enough for him to hear them. Conveniently there was a round table placed near the window, so he sat and waited.

[Freeshooter]

"I see. Well, it is nice to meet you Lya." Teliae barely got the sentence out before a large amount of water was splashed on him. His incredulously long hair stuck to his clothing, his eye twitching irritatingly. This human seemed to be irritated with Teliae. The feeling was quite mutual. "Well, I'm leaving to Hyrule Castle, if you happen to be heading that way Lya, feel free to tag along." He stepped out of the Hot Springs, bumping into a large Goron holding a large bag. "Dashaaru..." He said as he shook, as to dry himself off a bit. Teliae looked at Lya, then Dashaaru. "Thanks Dash." He said, looking one last time at Lya, then running out of Kakariko, this time with all of his supplies.

[fenrir]

Holland grunted at the Kokiri before he left. His head cleared up, and he felt much better with him gone. Still, he couldn't help but feel watched. His hand drifted to his quiver every once and a while, which laid beside him. His bomb sacks were not in view, they were empty anyways. Avalanche grunted once, as to signal that there was someone else around them. Other than that, he continued to swim and float around the Hot Spring, enjoying himself.

 

-Sorry about that, I made this post so I could just post my Dark mystic app. [spoiler=Dark Mystic Application] Name: Niakoro

Gender: Female

Race: Sheikah

Physical Description: Nia is about 5’8 and is quite slender. Her skin is a light purple, and her eyes are an odd pink color. She has long silver hair that reaches a bit before he elbows. She sports ornate half armor, which is a mixture of steel and chain mail. The armor is light enough for her to jump around in, yet hard enough for her to be able to take basic sword strikes. The armor is a dark purple in color, with her specie’s emblem on the chest plate. She’s always seen with a large dark blue cloak that hides her identity quite well. She wears incredibly ornate gauntlets that resemble Link’s Clawshot. Dark metallic chains wrap around her gauntlets, and an obsidian gem is in the center of each gauntlet, with the symbol of a falcon covering it.

Personality: Nia is an odd person truly, as she has two different personalities. She does not suffer from a split personality disorder; in fact, no one knows why she does this. On one side she is calm, tactical, cunning, and cutthroat. This side is the one she often uses during important assassinations. Her other side is childish, reckless, and sadistic. She uses this side when on regular ‘hunts’ or battles. She loves to tease guys, especially Dark mystics. With her body, and personality; it isn’t hard for most guys to fall for her, and she uses that as an advantage.

Biography: Niakoro was born to a family of lowly Sheikah. They were lower in society than the others, and when forced in recluse, their status was dismissed in seconds. Niakoro was born and raised by her father. Her mother died in childbirth. Her father was kind, and loved her till his death. As Ganondorf freed them, he noticed the young girl. He asked her a question in silence, as to not alert her father. She giggled, and walked over to her father. After this, she became a cold-blooded assassin. She called her father, and even giggled as he died. This was enough to convince Ganondorf, that she could be trained into the perfect killer. And so he did. She was raised there forth; to kill all that opposed him. Nia was only 16 before she got her gauntlets and weapons. They were a gift from Ganondorf, and from there on, her childish side called him ‘daddy’. Her relationship with Ganondorf often put her at odds with other Dark Mystics, and they didn’t like the fact that she addressed him without any honorifics. A small group of Dark Mystics then prepared to kill her. They ambushed her in front of Ganondorf’s main hall. There, they assaulted her, or tried. Using her powers, she gained the upper hand, and killed them simply. This only furthered Ganondorf to train her more, and train her she did. To this day, she is his most trust worthy assassin. Important enough to stand beside him while he sits on his throne.

Weapons of Choice: She uses two double-headed scythes. These scythes are attached to the chains around her gauntlets, allowing her to throw them for far distances. The scythes are relatively short, about the length of a short sword. They are incredibly dangerous, as Nia can direct them in different directions using magic. The gems on her gauntlets are empower her teleportation magic, allowing her to teleport at high speeds. This gives her a distinct advantage in battle, as she can teleport to various places, while throwing her scythes out to attack opponents.

RP Example: [spoiler=Zelda]

Niakoro sighed. She was sitting on the edge of the roof of a large building. One of her scythes was hanging down, swinging due to the wind. She hoped her target would come soon, so she at least could go home. It wasn’t uncommon for her to be sent on a crappy assassination job. It was usually a Captain, or maybe a high ranked soldier, nothing that important. If anything, she might get to kill a Goron ambassador, which is considered a difficult target. However, an annoying Hylian, decided it would be fun to bomb a rather important location. Ganondorf being rather angry, ordered her to stop him.

 

As if the gods decided to answer her prayers, her target appeared, running into the building with a large sack of bombs. She grinned wickedly, and got up, walking higher up onto the roof. The young Hylian stopped in the center of the building, which seemed to be a temple of sorts. He set his bag down, and took out a rather old lantern attached to his waist. Before he could light the bombs, a chain like sound was heard, and he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. “Gah!” He jumped back, dropping the lantern, which lit the bombs, which exploded right in front of him. Nia giggled slightly, his blood staining her scythes. “Too bad this place wasn’t important~” She stopped peering through the roof, and stood up, disappearing in seconds.

 

[spoiler=RP Example]

Obsidian gave a low grunting sound, as if approving to his mate. It wasn’t often that humans decided to disturb their slumber, but with hatchlings coming soon, he couldn’t be too careful. He stepped outside the dark cave, into the mountain top. It was snowing rather harshly, and he had to squint his eyes to see anything. His crystalline wings sparkled with the snow, and he looked like a giant rock to any human. He trudged forward; the snow was nice and fluffy, just how he liked it. It wasn’t often he went outside; the only other time was when he found his mate, Midnight. Nevertheless, the snow felt good.

 

He stopped suddenly, cocking his head to his right. That’s when he saw it. Two short figures squatting behind a rock, as if trying to hide. He sniffed once, and sighed. Dwarves. If dwarves were here, that only meant trouble. They only wanted the rich ores in the caves in the mountain, and often snuck in while the resident dragons were away. He trudged back inside the cave, ignoring his mate and the eggs under her. As he reached a large crystal wall, he brought one of his claws up, and scraped away some ores. Quickly grabbing them with his mouth, he trudged back outside.

 

The dwarves were still there. He walked over to the rock, and dropped the ores on the other side, then spun, and kicked some snow. He was being rather nice, in most cases, if it was a human; he would simply kill him. However, dwarves were different, they respected dragons. Humans just wanted their riches and hatchlings. He sighed, dragons had the harder lives of most species. Despite their massive pros, the cons were outrageous.

 

 

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[Hydra of Ages]

(Fenrir, Accepted. Also, someone has been accepted Via PM.-

[spoiler= Naiori]

Name: Naiori

 

Gender: Female

 

Race: Human

 

Physical Description: Being a twelve year old girl, Naiori is only about 5'4 in height. She has that of a hourglass figure and long brown hair. Giving off a vibe of her social status the girl usually wears a white t-shirt, which hugs the small budge of her stomach, with a tattered farming skirt that clenches around her supple ass. With an attempt to take attention off the young girl's ripening C cup a fragile rose is most often found with in the parting of her hair along with a small pouch at the top right junction of her skirt. She also wears a aged pair of sandals to finish off her attire

 

Personality: While being bubbley like most twelve year old girls, Naiori can also be quite mellow at times. It is also known for her to be polite to those of a higher social class or rude towards people that tend to emit a powerful source of ignorance.

 

Biography: Being the daughter of a rancher, Nairori has been within the fence that surrounded the ranch for most of her life. Even though the

ranch sat upon a small hill in the outskirts of Castle Hyrule, the girl didn't have many friends outside of the fence, limiting her relationships

to that of the other families within the ranch. This was the girl's life only a day ago. As of today, she had found herself on a bed in a Hylian prison cell with faint memories of what had transpired, or why she was in there. The last thing that young Naiori could muster up as a memory was an army of crude troops marching into the ranch to burn it down.

 

Weapons of Choice: Nothing yet.

 

Steed: Once again nothing yet

 

 

 

Ganondorf's boots loudly clanked against the stone flooring of the room, the Evil godlike-being silent as the grave as he walked through the old, near-decrepit cells of Hyrule Castle. He was mentally focused; down here, below ground level, the incessant whine from the Chamber of the Master Sword drove into his head like a wedge. His Triforce glowed painfully on the back of his hand; His anger was restricted, kept in check. He would only do to destroy himself if he let it go.

 

A human guard stood up straight as he saw the Gerudo come closer, sweating bullets. He wasn't one of Ganondorf's employees, but he followed his orders in order to avoid execution. He quickly rapped his sword against the bars of the cell behind him, whispering in a hoarse voice "Get up!".

 

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Lya blinked as the Kokiri-Hylian left, waved a little, then shrugged as he took off. She slid more into the water, relaxing once more, trying to ignore the giant boar still swimming in the water. She nodded after a few moments, responding to a question that had been asked a while ago. "Yes, I'm a traveler." She responded, as Pele continued to bounce in the waters, apparently not caring about the heavy animal sharing the spring.

[fenrir]

Niakoro yawned lowly, and blinked twice. Ganondorf was off to his own affairs, while she was left in the throne room. She looked around. She had been sleeping right next to his throne, undisturbed. Scratching her head, she got up, her scythes making rattling noises. "Oh shut up." She muttered to herself, and quickly left the room.

 

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"I wouldn't expect to see a Zora so far from their home here. To be honest." He got a closer look at the Zora female. She seemed to be a quiet type, something which intrigued him. Avalanche trudged towards Pele, and sniffed him. "So, where are you headed?" He asked, paying attention slightly to the hotel below them.

[Dad]

"Hyrule Castle? How foolish," he though once more. Would such a person be foolish enough to attempt to sabotage Lord Ganondorf? No, perhaps the boy was off for another task. Regardless, he would meet his end there.

 

As for the other two, now identified after nearing this window, one was a female and of course the human male. Both were travelers, and the sudden grunt and heavy sloshing of the waters gave away what may have been a large. . . pig. Wily creatures they were, more intelligent than most. It could give away his position, but that wouldn't be too much of a problem; a little blood would be good for his skin.

[fenrir]

"Hmm, Vang-chan, what are you doing?" Niakoro poked the man's back with one of her scythes. She was hugging her knees with one arm, the other busy poking Vangelion. Her dark cloak fluttered in the breeze, but was still able to hide her appearance quite well. Her other scythe was against the floor, it's chain around the gauntlet that was hugging her knees.

[Dad]

"So I have a guest, it seems. I'm observing our friends outside, Nia-kun. They're travelers from what I can tell. And they just might cause a problem for the Dark Lord. We can't have that now, can we?" He turned around and gave a cool smile to Nia. Her voice alone was enough for him to identify her.

 

"The swift Nia graces me with her presence. So what are you doing here?" he asked smoothly.