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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 10:49 am
 Want to win this girl? Give her a character! Entries in this thread. :3 Points for creativity, effectiveness, and detail! Ends October 5th!Please use the form below for your entries. We're looking for quality, not necessarily quantity! [b]Name[/b]: [b]Age[/b]:
[b]Personality[/b]: (You can either do everything as a whole, or do it by key traits, but no more then 5 traits please!)
[b]History[/b]: (Lets see a little creativity here, people! Do try to remember that not everyone can have a tragic, sorrow filled past. Keep things unique, original, and captivating.)
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 2:49 pm
I would like to withdraw my entry (: on the grounds I have fallen in love with my quest and I want her to become my one and only OC. Pouring all my effort into her - I am sorry for the inconvenience.
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:00 pm
Name: Faidlyene (aka Fai) Age: 16
Personality: Gorja mused on the way to explain her granddaughter. It was intresting to see another look at her own child as they tried to figure her out.
Fai was a sweet girl, sweet enough to be forgiven for her other actions. She was always friendly and offered advice when she was paying attention, she had a heart of gold. She often went out of her way when she made her friends, quick to please them but never put them before her.
She was also clumsy, extremely so. Then again that was a by product of her granddaughters Airy attitude. More often then not did her granddaughter lose her step when she was zoning her thoughts, caught up in whatever fantasy or thought process she had. Gorja watched in amusement even know as Fai bumped into the wall of one of the homes, unaware of her surroundings. Even know, she wished to watch as her granddaughter kept on her path, her mind was a great thing indeed.
But with her sweetness and her dreamy thought processes, Fai was extremely naive and constantly tricked by her companions. Gorja frowned as she remembered the time she had to retrieve Fai from a cave when the boys had told her they had lost one of their favorite items there. The boys had been teasing of course, but Fai hadn't caught on to that and gone down immediately. Even know Gorja remembered the stubbornness of her granddaughter as she combed the catacombs of the cave, in dire search of the item. And even after Fai had found out it was a trick, she smiled and forgave them.
But for all that selflessness, Fai could be very immature. Often more then not, because she was caught up in her own world, she didn't have many close companions. Mainly because in the end, she never really remembered her friends problems or situations. Forgetful to anyone but herself, Fai could be really selfish.
History:
“Ah…” Faidlyene stared at the flower that dropped from her collection in her arms. She blew her bangs out of her face as she bent down to try and grab it, it was the only one of the flowers she had picked that would blend well in the arrangement that she was on her way to make. The forest surrounded her in a quiet serenity. She had just come from the forest temple where Sarai, the forest sage had been giving advice to all the young Hylian’s of her village on care and offers to help the forest remain strong and peaceful. Fai hummed to herself as she replied the sage’s words in her head, the magical lilt of her voice as she had explained all the methods to remain caring of their forest. Even now, Fai was practicing what she had learned by the teacher. She had gather wildflowers that would go to her home and arrange them in a peace offering to the forest in hope that it would continue to treat them well. It was proving hard though to continue the arm load she had gathered. Sometimes she just didn’t know when to stop, like impulse, she was always attracted to the colors and ended up picking so many. Sighing as she walked, she continued to hum as she exited out of the forest and into the Village. It was just another Hylian village like any other, small with a handful of her people living together in harmony. Their houses we’re made of the wood that was allowed to be cut from the forest, and though they had taken it from the forest, they had also allowed to the house to be covered in the vines of ivy that covered their roofs. It provided home for them and more plants. She continued to hum quietly as many of the villagers called out to her, she was in her own world now walking through as she planned her arrangement.
“My my, there she goes again.” Gorja, the wise woman of the village tapped her pipe on the small ashtray of hers as she watched her granddaughter zone out the calls of her people. Faidylene had always been a airhead, a dreamer of sorts. It had often gotten her in trouble as a child because of her zoning, where she would fall or cause troubles for others. Not a problem child, Gorja smiled, because Faidylene was the nicest of the children here. Her sweet and naïve made up for her lack of concentration and awareness to her surroundings, Gorja stood up before leaving her pipe to rest on the ash tray and headed to her young granddaughter, intent to see what her young dreamer was about now.
“Ah, their little ones, you look so beautiful together.” Fai stepped back and cooed her flowers that we’re arranged in a large display of color in a dull green vase. She set it with the many of her potted plants and flowers before turning and gasping a little. Her grandmother stood at the door watching her with a ghost smile, “Gran, I didn’t see you there, why you about startled my little heart.” Fai clutched her chest that had the sound of a beating drum beating against her chest. Her grandmother had always been a silent mover, then again it didn’t help that Fai had never paid attention to the sounds of upcoming people.
“I was checking on you, you passed by Foreh and Jeorge earlier without a word…” Gorja watched as her granddaughter frowned before smiling to herself, ah her unaware child. It was good that she never knew that she was quite popular with the boys. “It seemed cruel of you not to even give them a wave.” Gorja said in a stern voice yet her smile still remained.
“Forgive me Grannie, I was at the temple again and I was bring home a reminder to continue offers to the spirits of the forest.” Fai pointed to her arrangement before licking her lips and pouting, “I did not mean to ignore them, I will go and remedy the situation.” Fai passed her grandmother in a hurry, tripping a step before regaining her balance and headed to the boys that Gorja had pointed out. Still amused at her granddaughter, she came to stand by the arrangement of flowers and frowned. Something didn’t feel right to her, and as she came closer to the flowers, a premonition of her naïve granddaughter on a journey passed through. It was odd and it was fast but Gorja understood its meaning instantly. Her granddaughters life was about to get more complicated, and she hoped for Faidlyene’s sake, that her naïve, sweet and upbeat personality got her through the tribulations.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 4:20 pm
Name: Tulia (Nickname, Lia) Swahili for Calm, Quiet Age: 17
Personality: *Nods head and smiles* - Lia is a peaceful person; she won't cause fights and she won't be in them. She tries to make things better, although a lot of the time, she fails miserably. Sometimes, people try and make her choose sides, which is really irritable and frustrating.
"I'll be glad to help!" - Anyone or anything that needs help, Lia will be there. A combination of her above and below traits, she will do what she needs to do, but sometimes, she's not very happy about it, mostly because people... over-do or 'over-ask' her.
*bites tongue* - Honestly, Lia is a hidden bish. She'll be nice to everyone she meets, but when she's alone, Lia'd rant about the people that she hates (which is a majority of the people she meets). No, not two faced, just very judgmental of people at first meeting.
"You want this... do you....?!" - Yes, along with some good traits, this one is quite... negative. If anyone decides to abuse her visible kindness, she will be sure to bite someone's a$$ (which comes along with some of the above traits too). Lia will be sure to help, but it might not be in the way anyone would expect... (Hehe. <3)
*plays the flute* - To get away from everything, music is the way to go for Lia. Her flute is pretty much her best friend; it understands to her without end (think of it as Lia's feelings being 'translated' by her flute). She also named her flute 'Vayu' (which means God of Wind and Air in Sanskrit).
History: Tulia sat on a large rock under a shady tree; she looked up into the sky while holding Vayu. She had recently finished her tantrum, ranting on and on about the people she had recently met. "I can't believe all those idiots that think they could just walk all over me and tell me what to do!" Lia had been quietly thinking to herself, but she couldn't help but think of the past.
No, she was not always as aggressive as she was now in private. It had started long ago. Closing her eyes, she leaned back on the tree and started to play. Vayu let out a very nostalgic melody. With the tune, it slowly brought Lia back to when she was little.
Lia's mother stood before her in black in white. of course, her mother looked a lot younger than she was now. A little girl, approached her mother. Of course, it was Lia when she was younger; her short ivory hair was tied up in two small pigtails on the top of her head. Some hair managed to escape the small pigtails, and they adorned her face, making her green eyes seem to shine more than they already were.
Lia's happiness seemed to light up the room; she loved helping her mother around the house whenever she could. Her absolute favorite was being able to cook with her mother. Lia had picked up many recipes and many skills from her mother, which, in the end, caused her to surpass her mother's skills.
But once her mother was gone, her elder siblings made life a living hell for her. Sometimes, it was okay.
"Get us some cookies!"
"I want some candy now!"
That was just the tip of the iceberg. After Lia and her mother manage to bake a few loaves of bread, sometimes her siblings would ask her to steal a whole loaf for them. One time when she was doing that, was when it all went astray.
As Lia reached for a loaf of bread, a hand grabbed hers. She looked up, and saw that it was her mother with great shock in her eyes. "So you were the one stealing from the family..."
Lia's mother's eyes filled with sorrow. Multiple times, Lia had tried to explain what happened, but her mother would not listen at all; she just knew that her adored daughter was fake... she just thought that it was a ploy to steal from the family. From that day forward, Lia was not allowed anywhere near her mother. Her siblings were the adored ones; Lia the outcast.
It was from that day forward that Lia felt that there was no point trusting people. Lia felt that some day, they would just turn on her as well.
As Tulia came back from her flashback, she noticed that a tear had swelled up on her right eye and slowly came down her cheek. She had left home as soon as she was old enough to take care of herself; Lia hadn't wanted her mom to feel anymore sorrow because of her.
"I love you mother... I always will..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:48 pm
Name: Etryisa Age: 16
Personality: Etryisa is a very shy person. She doesn't like to tell people right off what she thinks of them, or even talk to them bluntly. She prefers to lie in the shadows and get to know that person or people that way first. It is a little stalker-ish, but that's how she enjoys getting to know someone, and then being able to click and connect.
Once you get to know Etryisa, she's a very playful person. She's very dog-like. If you scratch her tummy, metaphorically, then she'll roll over and paw at your wrists. She's very gentle when she's being playful, though. She doesn't like to be one of those people that are hurtful when they're playing, such as pushing someone. It's more like making cute faces, and emotions.
Another thing about her is that she enjoys looking at things. In other words, she's very curious. She often makes cute questionable faces that makes people want to scream "Moee!", though she doesn't understand it. If there's something that she doesn't know of, she will pour every ounce of energy into knowing what that one thing is, but she'll still only ask her friends, in her bad case of shy-ness.
Etryisa is very forgetful as well. She's forgetful to everyday things such as places or even trying to remember what she had for breakfast. This makes her seem unorganized, but she's actually a very clean person. She doesn't like getting dirty, so she always remembers to clean something off of her, or clean something that was spilled. She often forgets about her own birthday.
Last, but not least, is that she's very easy to upset. You say one wrong thing to her, and she'll likely either cry, or be very quiet. Though, it is hard to tell when she's upset when she's just being quiet, because that's another big part of her nature. Being quiet. She's a little short - tempered, but it works with the moe - factor.
History: Being a Hylian, she grew up in Hyrule. She knew all the people around Hyrule, and was more active, then to say if she was in the village of Kakariko, because she knew most of the people. Here, she wasn't as shy, but she only really talked to few people. This included family members, a few merchants, and a few locals. She never talked to people whom said they were 'on an adventure'.
Being the kind of person she was, and the given family she had been in, she was an artisan. Her Great Great Grandmother was an artisan, such as her, and was very famous for it. Her mother had told her, many times, that she could be able to be as great an artisan as her great great grandmother one day. Thriving on this thought, Etryisa became more serious with the sculpting she did, sometimes not the earrings and necklaces. She often made pots and sometimes her own clothing.
Though the things she made were supposed to be sold in the family shop, or to merchants, she sometimes kept things and gave them to her friends. Which were few. The closest friend she had was Sekra, a fellow Hylian who was almost the opposite of her and in the higher classes of Hyrule. Etryisa was middle class. She never thought of it as a bad thing, but she never thought good of it either.
Even to her age, and her skill of art, she tries to be as great as her grandmother. She's seen her great great grandmother's things that she's made for the Princess'/Prince's of Hyrule, and the rest of royalty. Etryisa hopes to be as great of a artisan as her great great grandmother by making her jewelry for all of royalty around the world. Her biggest wish is to travel, though that means having to over-come her case of shy-ness. She's ready for the world and everything to come at her.
Etryisa had once heard a legend of a great adventurer, and it had come out to look just like her. This legend made her thrive even more on the fact that maybe she can become a great artisan, merchant and legend to all of Hyrule. For once, maybe she could be of importance to this place.
"I will become as great as my great great grandmother artisan, and even more." She says as she walks out of her odd-shaped house, and has eyes of burning passion while she spotted a dull, white flower. Etryisa looked at it and told it that it would one day be as vibrant as a tiger lily, and as beautiful as a rose. Just like me, she thought, as she remembered what her mother had told her so long ago that she could be as great as her great great grandmother. Smiling softly, she went to her 'art office', as she called it.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 5:50 pm
Name: Dawn (Maple//Amelia) Age: 23
Personality: Dawn is a very… complicated Hylian. She has recently, in the past 2 years, come to terms with what used to be a very hectic and odd set of personalities. We will revisit her in a minute.
Maple, was the quieter more passive personality. She wasn’t one to allow herself to be used or bullied by others, but she liked to stay out of the way and help more often than she liked to cause trouble.
Amelia, was the troublesome, loud, and obnoxious personality. She was a general disaster and like to cause trouble for other people. Knocking over carts full of fruit and yelling obscenities and such.
Dawn is the product of the two personalities realizing the other was there. Rather than tearing one another apart as many multiple personalities do, they merged into what is now Dawn. She is rational with a bit of a mischievous nature, although that is just a lingering remnant of Amelia. She is still a quiet young woman, only now she isn’t so concerned about what another would think of her for voicing her opinion.
History: In the beginning, there was Maple, a sweet girl. A normal girl, up until the age of 14 that is. An accident changed her life forever. It was a beautiful day, no one would ever have thought that a day like this could be the start of such turmoil in such a nice young girls life. But nevertheless it was. Maple was riding her horse in her grandfathers pasture, “Maple!! Don’t gallop him in the fields, there are holes!” Her grandfather had warned her before going inside to start supper. Instead of listening to her grandfather’s good advice, the young teenager spurred her mount into a gallop and began racing across the large plot of land. Her blond hair whipped out behind her and she laughed happily at the speed and the feeling of almost flying over the ground. How could there be holes in the field? I see nothing but a sea of green grass. she thought as she urged the horse even faster. A rabbit hole, nothing more or less than that was the start of her problems. As any horse does, Dasher found the hole. Neither the horse nor the rider saw it and the details are still fuzzy to this day. All Dawn remembers is a sharp dip then she was sent flying over the top of Dasher’s head. She struck a rock and was instantly out cold. When she woke up she was in her grandfathers bed by the wood stove and a bandage was wound around her head. “I told you not to run him!” her grandfather said instantly, although you could hear the relief at her being awake in his voice and the hug that proceeded it. “You fell, Dasher broke his front leg in a rabbit hole, you’ve been asleep for 6 days. I was worried…” the old man said with a frown. Maple turned her head as the rustling of a dress reached her ears and her mother walked into the room with a tray of tea and a steaming washcloth. The woman gave an audible sigh of relief and walked over to sit on the bed next to her daughter. “How do you feel Maple?” she asked the girl, to which a frown crossed her face. ”I’m not Maple..” The adults looked at one another with surprise and concern, thinking that she had amnesia. “Maple, do you know who I am?” Her mother asked instantly and the girl felt a bit of irritation at the silly question. ”Of course I do, you’re my mother. But why are you calling me Maple? I’m not Maple, I’m Amelia. You know that mom.” she told the older woman with a hint of annoyance lacing her words…
Her elders were quiet concerned as their little girl proceeded to switch back and forth, one day pretending to be Amelia, the other being a much quieter version of their little Maple. As she grew older the stretches of time in between the “pretending” became longer and longer and her mother’s patience, as well as those around her, became shorter and shorter. After a particularly nasty trick where Amelia upended a bucket of water, then the dirt from one of her mom’s potted plants on some poor soul passing under their window, her mother had had enough and a screaming match went down in the once quiet little house. “All you do is use the excuse that your “Amelia” to get away with misbehaving!! I’m tired of it and I refuse to put up with your antics anymore!!” and she cast her 18 year old daughter out. The young Hylian wandered for a while, being a pain when she was Amelia and mostly just confused when she was Maple, who was appearing less and less as the more forceful personality of Amelia asserted herself over the girls mind.
”What do you mean I’m not welcome here? What for?” Maple’s voice trembled in confusion and held back tears as the door to the inn was slammed in her face. She couldn’t understand why everyone in town seemed to dislike her, or go out of their way to avoid her. What had she done?! She sighed and slung her pack over her shoulder, looking out at the gates of town. A month was all it took for Maple to decide that leaving was the best choice. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her and apparently neither did anyone else in town. So, after spending the last of her coin on food and a cheap dagger she set out into the “real world”.
3 years later
A disheveled looking blond had taken refuge under a tree and was grumbling to herself as the wind picked up. ”Storm, great. This damned tree won’t do me any good and that stupid deku kicked me out of my cave!” Amelia was mostly complaining to herself as she stood up and gazed at the dark grey night sky. She had moved around to a few different towns but the past repeated itself each time and she had given up on trying to stay in those places. The girl had become quiet good at fending for herself out in the wild anyways. She still had the dagger she had first purchased, and she could usually find something to eat so she rarely ever starved. She turned at the sound of leaves crinkling behind her and came face to face with a Twili. Her eyes widened in surprise before meeting the vibrant ones of the girl in front of her, another thing she hasn’t figured out to this day. Perhaps it was the dark magic of the Twili mixing with the own magic supposed to run through her blood as a Hylian. Perhaps it was just the shock. But something happened, it was as if Amelia was looking into a mirror. Only the mirror wasn’t mimicking her, it was looking at her with the same shock yes, but it was looking around too!! Maple reached out to touch the glass in awe and her hand passed right through it, coming to rest on Amelia’s face. Then, as if a bolt of lightning struck, the Maple flew at Amelia in a rage. ”You’re the one!! It was YOU that got me kicked out of the house!! You ruined my life!! The hysterical girl yelled as she clawed and hit the shocked Amelia, who still hadn’t realized what happened or what was going on. She soon did however and the two personalities began their fight, each trying to one up the other until Amelia stumbled backwards and fell as Maple stood over her, a dark frown on her face. ”We can’t destroy one another!! It isn’t right, but you can’t take my mind from me anymore!!” she said sternly and held her hand out to Amelia. The other girl reached out and took it, fully intending to finish the battle, but as soon as their hands touched the world went dark for the both of them.…
The Hylian girl opened her eyes, only to find she had been robbed, all her possessions gone. But she didn’t care. She was whole again, she could feel it in her bones. No more would she be scorned for something she didn’t do, no more would she be confused. She out into the distance as the sun began to crest over the horizon. Dawn. She closed her eyes and sighed, leaning her back against the tree.
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crayons 4 the color blind
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:40 pm
Name: Niamh Riona Conlan Age: 19
Personality:
Shy: Niamh is a shy girl by nature. She isn't the one to first start a conversation or introduce herself to new people. But don't mistake her shyness for weakness however, you'll find she can hold more then her own if the situation demands.
Gentle/Kind: Niamh is very gentle, she speaks with a soft voice, but it's a soothing voice. She is one whom might be called a 'peace-lover', but she knows when a situation calls for a fight, no matter how reluctant she is to harm another. Even when a battle is the only answer she may hold back and try not to hurt the others. When she does battle and win she will always be the first to tend to the opponents wounds. She never sees them as enemies, it would take alot for her to see them that way in her eyes.
Protective/Caring:Niamh is caring and protective of all her family and friends. The one thing that she will not stand for is someone/something harming her loved ones. That aside she is always there to lend a hand when one is in need of it. Whether it's helping with chores or being a shoulder to lean or cry on. She is always there for her friends. She always listens and helps them in any way she can. Her friends and family are everything to her.
Musical:Niahm loves to sing, she has a very melodious voice, though not many have heard her sing. She is especially shy singing in front of others, but you may catch her by herself when no-one is around signing, with only the sounds of nature accompanying her. She also loves to practice her ocarina. She thinks she's not very good, but she has some talent with that as well.
History: -It's maybe a bit jumbled together, but I just wanted to kinda give a summary. If I happen to win, It'll be much more detailed...I just don't have the time to give the details it deserves at the moment-
Niamh Riona Conlan, so she was named, born into a well-off family. She was born into a family close to nobility. They were jewelry and accessory crafters. They made the highest quality for the higher class, making them very well off. Niahm was born into a happy family, she had one younger brother, he would be about 16 know. She thinks of him and her home often. She was a run-away after certain events happened.....
"I was sixteen when I met him, Rohen. He was a lowly commoner, but he could be so much more. I had been out by the stream singing with the birds....I didn't know it, but I was being watched.. After awhile I heard a rustle in the bushes, startled I asked who was there, and he stepped out from behind the tree that stood by the bush. He made a comment on my singing, but I was tranced by his piercing ice-blue eyes. His hair dark, almost black; He looked strong, rugged, but kind. I smiled finally coming back down from the clouds, and introduced myself as did he. We spent hours each day in that same spot.
He was a lower commoner and when my parents found out they did not approve, but it didn't stop me from seeing him. He was my best friend, my most treasured loved one.....but one day my whole world came crashing down...
Hyrule was attacked, everyone able was to fight, but my parents rushed me and my brother to hid in the cellar. The battle outside grew louder, my brother was a timid child and scared. After awhile there was movment in the house, it was father. He told us to run out of Hyrule and into the forest. I couldn't stand it anymore....
Once I got my brother to safety I went back to find Rohen and help in some way. I knew how to fight, but Rohen had only taught me for a short time, but I hoped it'd be enough. I sneaked my way around till I got to my secret spot, hoping to find Rohen, but he wasn't there. I began to search and head onto the main street when I was grabbed from behind. I was bulled back into a bush and I heard a familar voice whisper for me to stay quiet. It was Rohen, but he was hurt, I could see the blood coming from arm and leg, but it didn't seem serious.....
We waited until a path was clear and he hurried me out, urging me to get to safety, but I refused and we stood arguing...It was then that something came up behind me....All I remember was Rohen yelling and pushing me down. Little did I know he saved my life. By the time I got up, Rohen was bleeding from his side, he was loosing to much blood and there was nothing I could do. He lost conciousness and in a way so did I.....
I found myself picking up a stray sword, and sought for blood. The first one I found was the one who hurt Rohan....I was enraged, but I found my target and slit his throat, but I couldn't stop there. I had gone mad, and I didn't stop till I heard Rohan called my name. He was weak, but I managed to get him to a house to lay down, an elder was there and he tried to help.....But we were too late, he'd lost too much blood.
I stayed with him, still soaked in blood. I held his hand and told him I loved him, and he returened my love with his last breath. I was completly lost, after I lost Rohan I thought I couldn't live with myself. I walked to the stream of our secret place. I saw my reflection, but it wasn't me. I'd become a killer. I couldn't deny it, but I coudn't accept it. I couldn't return to my family now, Their daughter was dead...
I traveled for a few years fighting my own demons then anything. I swore to never pick up a sword again, to never fight to kill...never....I don't sing much anymore, if I do it's for Rohan. I now find myself here, Im tired of travel, by heart has been broken, my soul stained...what happens now? I think of my parents, my dear brother....I hope they are all alive and well, maybe I'll see them one day, but they won't see me. That Niahm died years ago.
So what happens now? Where do I go from here? Who am I? My journey is far from over, a new day dawns, and thus a new chapter begins..."
extra tid-bits for her name(all Irish in nature) -Niamh: Irish mythical princess of the land of promise -Riona: queenly -Conlan: Hero
I suck at this, especially with so much going on...oh well can't say I didn't try. I will def. edit this and clean it up after though...even if I don't win this I'll save it for a possible future character. Thanks for the opportunity. heart
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 8:52 pm
Name: Vela Age: 22
Personality:
Narratively Inclined Vela was raised on stories and sea myths, so though she tends to be clever and handy, she also has a very narrative way of thinking about the world. She romanticizes things, placing more importance on the things that remind her of stories than they really deserve, and she anthropomorphizes a lot of the natural forces in the world, like the wind and sea. This helps her memorize things and remember events, but she remembers them less precisely, and often her version of a story will be skewed or overblown. It also leads her to be slightly superstitious and slower to accept things she can't place within a narrative. She also sometimes makes choices because of her sense of narrative, and it impacts how she sees herself and her life. Sometimes this leads to bad decisions, or can influence major choices in her life, like how she opted to become a pirate rather than a windmill repairperson like her father, grandmother, and great grandfather, because the story of Vela the Pirate was more narratively compelling than the story of Vela the Windmill Fixer. She leans towards the romantic and it can sometimes be troublesome.
Scheming Vela's devious. She tries to get the most real looking effect when she and Vayn, the starchid she's bonded to, play dead to get out of a fight, and she always calibrates her weapons to make sure they'll fly just right when the wind changes. She's careful to always know which direction the wind is blowing in, something she helps monitor by tying bells into her hair so she can hear it shift. She keeps tabs on everything on the ship to make sure it's running smoothly, more out of habit than anything else. She also makes sure that when her crew steals in a port town, it's under the cover of darkness, in secret so they don't get kicked out before they're ready to set sail again. She realizes her crew isn't strong or even very big, so she prefers to keep their illegal activities off the open sea covert. This requires a lot of her planning, and this is where this trait really comes in handy for her.
Obstinate Once she gets an opinion on something, Vela sticks to it. She's incredibly stubborn and takes things to heart. Though she's sociable and chatty, it's easy to raise her hackles over something, and she's rarely the first to back down. She can overreact, and that can cause her to make rash decisions or get into silly rivalries, as well as make her lose face if she picks a fight she can't win. She's competitive too, and when she sees someone doing something she's good at, she doesn't like to leave them alone to keep on doing it. She needs to reaffirm that she's better than them, even if it takes many tries to beat them. Sometimes her moods can be as harmless as a little embarrassed grumping to a friend, but other times she'll challenge the other person right there and then, regardless of what else she has to do.
Sociable Vela likes to talk to everyone, and for a pirate she's really quite outgoing. She likes interfering in other peoples' business and being in the know, and she's a bit of a gossipy chatterbox herself. She just can't leave well enough alone when she's in the company of others, which sometimes puts her out of her way and into situations she could have avoided easily had she just kept her nose out. Because of this trait and the fact that she's a very opinionated person, she also gets into arguments with people a lot, but she enjoys arguing and fighting as well. More than the content of the interaction, Vela is one of the people who appreciate the life-affirming value of the interaction itself. However, she also gets lonely and frustrated when she doesn't have anyone to talk to, and as much as she's clever and intelligent, Vela really relies on other people to do a lot of things for her that she doesn't know how to or just doesn't have time to do. Even her fighting technique requires Vayn's help. Vela doesn't just like people, she needs people to interact with, both for her sanity and productivity as an individual. She's far from being independent, which is one of the reasons she chose to live life on the high seas- she'd always have her crew as company.
Clever As the daughter of a windmill repairman and whirligig maker, Vela knows a thing or two about building things that manipulate the wind. She uses her know-how in what she makes for battle, making up for her lack of physical strength against most other pirates with gadgets which will increase her agility and hit targets from afar. She makes whirligigs and kites that will fly over to an enemy and drop things on them, small gliders with sharp points on the tip that can sometimes be dipped in something nasty, and, if worst comes to worst and she has to fight close combat, bladed pinwheels that spin in the wind. To get farther out of the line of fire in combat, she also has a device that can be used as a bit of a glider, but it's only really useful when there are strong winds, and it's dangerous to use out at sea, where she won't know if she can reach her ship again. She uses Vayn to help steer her attacks, changing the wind's direction to suit her in a fight. Apart from her self-made wind weaponry though, she's also clever in a scrape, and can worm her way out of tight spots, or, if that fails, take after Vayn and play dead. She's good at problem solving, so long as the solution can be drawn from her base of knowledge. She's not very good at improvising if it requires a solution she's never had experience with or seen done before, in fact, if she's in a completely new situation, more often than not she'll be terrible at it. This is one of the reasons she's never lived on the mainland, since most of her life has been spent climbing the windmill and playing in the sea, and she's actually not good at much that doesn't involve those things from her past. So though she's clever, she's not original, and she rarely steps out of her sphere of experience.
History:
Vela's family has lived on Windfall Island repairing the windmill for three generations. Vela is the fourth generation, and she's grown up following her father in his workshop or staring at the sea from between the windmill blades. A savvy and spritely girl, she got around town in her youth, and could often be found talking to some of the more friendly of the many Gerudo pirates who inhabit the island. With the whole island to explore, she had a pretty adventurous childhood. When she wasn't exploring or talking to sailors, her father taught her about the wind while she watched him fix the windmill. He told her about the different types of wind, and how some seasoned sailors could predict the wind to some extent. He showed her how anemometers worked and taught her different ways that the wind could be used to help make things work, the windmill included, and he taught her how to figure out her own ways to manipulate windpower. The importance of the ocean and wind were hammered into Vela all throughout her childhood, and when she made a pact with Vayn, though people on the mainland might have found his power to change the wind's direction to be weak, she didn't regret it at all. She knew how to work with Vayn to her advantage, and after she joined him, she began seriously considering a career as a sailor rather than another windmill repairperson like her father. She had learned a lot, but after all those years of listening to the Gerudo women and playing at adventures, she didn't feel like she could just watch the world go by from behind swaying windmill blades any longer. With Vayn on her side, though she wasn't strong, she would be able to make a go of combat, and she knew other girls on the island who she trusted. Vela decided to become a pirate like the Gerudo women, since that was what she had most experience hearing about, and she was never one for stepping out of her comfort zone, and gathered a small crew to set sail. She's determined to live her life on her own terms, but remembers her roots through the wind markings on both her shoulders and the bells in her hair that ring with the changing breeze. Her pirate crew is small, so they have to rely on stealth, planning, and luck for a lot of their victories. However, they use the element of surprise effectively, and though they're pushover pirates when it comes to being threatening (something some blame on having a Hylian captain as opposed to a Gerudo), thanks to their plots and machinations they make a living at what they do.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:53 pm
Name: Leonani [Hawaiian for "beautiful voice."] Age: 18.
Personality: Leonani is, unfortunately, nothing like her name. Brash, loud, overly excitable, Leo has no concept of what exactly of what being "subtle" means. She's very blunt, so half of the time what she says comes out sounding rude, even if it's not meant to be. She never means to come off as offensive, but unfortunately it's just how she comes off sometimes. However, despite her somewhat...outrageous tendencies, she's cheerful and very clever. When it comes to finding out things, Leonani likes to be the one to know everything, to find out everything, even if she doesn't need to. She'll sneak around, try to discover things, generally be all up in people's spaces just to find out things.
Oh, and she's scared of heights. And has a habit of twiddling her thumbs when she's not really telling the full truth about things.
History: She has a very simple history. Grew up with her family and eight brothers and sisters. Her house was always loud and rambunctious, and Leonani was right smack dab in the middle of it all as the fourth youngest child. She was always tumbling around with her younger siblings, bickering and squabbling with her older siblings in a friendly rivalry sort of way. Where some might have gotten sick of always caring for little kids, Leonani was always cheerful and upbeat about it. She definitely has a flair and a love for the loud and the crazy, always bounding around trying to do things. When she decided to go off adventuring, her parents tried to send her siblings along with her, but it didn't really work.
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