❂ Taakir Elakshi of the Kakariko Sheikah ❂
(ta-keer / ee-lock-see; sanskrit for a woman with bright eyes)
Race:: Sheikah
Age:: 27
Height & Weight:: 5'6'' / roughly 130 lbs
.::Appearance // Clothing notes::.
.: razz ersonality info::.
Takir's main motivations are self preservation and protecting Kakariko Village, particularly the remaining elders of her tribe. She is headstrong, and refuses to coincide with things she disagrees with. Being somewhat of a loner, she isn't a maven with teamwork or communication, but empathizes with others very deeply and has strong protective instincts for innocent people. Though she is loyal to the Sheikah culture, she doesn't believe in existing solely to serve the Royal Family. She doesn't hate the Hylians, but disagrees with their ways. She is known for being harsh, blunt, and unyielding, but underneath her tough exterior is a rather emotional person.
Era:: Ocarina of Time
Alignment:: Lawful neutral
Class:: Sheikah Seer
.::BIO::.
When the Hyrulian Civil War ended, Takir had seen twelve years of life. Never, in those twelve years, had anything prepared her to lose most of her tribe in almost an instant. The Kakariko Sheikah had long dwindled in numbers from their more prosperous beginnings in the small mountain village, and by the time the war was over, young Takir was left accompanied by only four remaining elders, and three other children. Since before her humbled age of twelve, she could recall many times that her mother and father told her that their Sheikah lineage was full of justice and pride, and that she was special to have been born into such a noble tribe.
She didn't feel so noble, crying in her big empty loft with only her bedroll to soothe her loneliness. Her parents and all the other warriors had fought proudly, but she had been too young and weak to do anything. It was at that time that she decided to push herself in physical training so that she could protect their village in their stead. Her peers, two other girls; sisters, younger than herself, and one boy; two years older, all began working diligently under the remaining elders, each taking one on as a mentor.
Siliba and Tarsol, the sisters, both trained in the medical field. When they were of age, both of them moved to Castle Town to serve the Royal Family as nurses. Sariel, the older boy, left a few months after the others to work as a cavalryman in the Royal Army.
Takir was left feeling lonelier than she had at twelve, standing with her spear at the gate to Kakariko Village as a twenty five year old Sheikah with no tribe left to honor. At the end of her long, uneventful day of guarding the sleepy little village, she would trudge up the path, past the merchant stalls, around the well, and the along road to where the grass grew between the loose cobblestone. The tribe house was looming, once bustling with five families of shadowkin, now left creaking and dusty in the dry air. She missed the sound of conversation and music.
Unith and Garolt, the two remaining elders, both old as the village itself it seemed, sat across from one another at the dining room table. Garolt, Takir's own mentor, smoking his tobacco pipe in silence with a pressed look on his bearded face, and Unith staring into her teacup with an equally concerned expression. Takir sighed as she stepped in and closed the door behind herself.
"Welcome home, warrior," Garolt spoke up, crimson eyes trained out the window at the setting sun, which was just passing behind the walls of Castle Town. Takir bowed, as she always did, and hung her satchel on the wall rack by the door. The tense air that hung about the two elders was almost palpable, and never having been the patient type, the warrior sat down at the end of the table, adjacent to the two of them, and crossed her arms.
"What is it?" She asked, eying her mentors. They were usually more front with her. Garolt sighed, and Unith looked up from her cup for a moment before returning her eyes to it. "There is turmoil within the kingdom," Unith spoke quietly, as if trying to break something gently. Takir narrowed her eyes, blonde lashes casting shadows over her dark irises. "Another war?" she questioned, watching Unith carefully. The elder nodded, then looked away again, still clutching her teacup.
Garolt reached across the corner of the table and put his small, shaking hand upon Takir's shoulder. "Unith had a future-sight this morning. You will have to make a decision, Takir." He looked up at her, crimson meeting crimson. "Either you will fight for the Kingdom, or you will need to flee. The sages have opened routes to other planes to give citizens another option. The village will be empty soon."
Takir grit her teeth, staring back at her mentor with disbelief. "I don't want to serve the Hylians," she spat. She wanted to take it back as soon as the words fell from her lips, but she knew it was the truth. She had never wanted to follow in the other kin's footsteps. Her only motivation was to protect Kakariko, keep her home safe so that she would always have someplace to belong. "I don't want to run away either, though." Her voice was low now, eyes cast down to study the grain of the table. "I will stay and protect this place," she continued. "Even if it means siding with the Army to fight."
She didn't feel so noble, crying in her big empty loft with only her bedroll to soothe her loneliness. Her parents and all the other warriors had fought proudly, but she had been too young and weak to do anything. It was at that time that she decided to push herself in physical training so that she could protect their village in their stead. Her peers, two other girls; sisters, younger than herself, and one boy; two years older, all began working diligently under the remaining elders, each taking one on as a mentor.
Siliba and Tarsol, the sisters, both trained in the medical field. When they were of age, both of them moved to Castle Town to serve the Royal Family as nurses. Sariel, the older boy, left a few months after the others to work as a cavalryman in the Royal Army.
Takir was left feeling lonelier than she had at twelve, standing with her spear at the gate to Kakariko Village as a twenty five year old Sheikah with no tribe left to honor. At the end of her long, uneventful day of guarding the sleepy little village, she would trudge up the path, past the merchant stalls, around the well, and the along road to where the grass grew between the loose cobblestone. The tribe house was looming, once bustling with five families of shadowkin, now left creaking and dusty in the dry air. She missed the sound of conversation and music.
Unith and Garolt, the two remaining elders, both old as the village itself it seemed, sat across from one another at the dining room table. Garolt, Takir's own mentor, smoking his tobacco pipe in silence with a pressed look on his bearded face, and Unith staring into her teacup with an equally concerned expression. Takir sighed as she stepped in and closed the door behind herself.
"Welcome home, warrior," Garolt spoke up, crimson eyes trained out the window at the setting sun, which was just passing behind the walls of Castle Town. Takir bowed, as she always did, and hung her satchel on the wall rack by the door. The tense air that hung about the two elders was almost palpable, and never having been the patient type, the warrior sat down at the end of the table, adjacent to the two of them, and crossed her arms.
"What is it?" She asked, eying her mentors. They were usually more front with her. Garolt sighed, and Unith looked up from her cup for a moment before returning her eyes to it. "There is turmoil within the kingdom," Unith spoke quietly, as if trying to break something gently. Takir narrowed her eyes, blonde lashes casting shadows over her dark irises. "Another war?" she questioned, watching Unith carefully. The elder nodded, then looked away again, still clutching her teacup.
Garolt reached across the corner of the table and put his small, shaking hand upon Takir's shoulder. "Unith had a future-sight this morning. You will have to make a decision, Takir." He looked up at her, crimson meeting crimson. "Either you will fight for the Kingdom, or you will need to flee. The sages have opened routes to other planes to give citizens another option. The village will be empty soon."
Takir grit her teeth, staring back at her mentor with disbelief. "I don't want to serve the Hylians," she spat. She wanted to take it back as soon as the words fell from her lips, but she knew it was the truth. She had never wanted to follow in the other kin's footsteps. Her only motivation was to protect Kakariko, keep her home safe so that she would always have someplace to belong. "I don't want to run away either, though." Her voice was low now, eyes cast down to study the grain of the table. "I will stay and protect this place," she continued. "Even if it means siding with the Army to fight."
.::Weapons inventory::.
In addition to typical Seer's gear--
➸ Double ended long-spear made from Deku wood and lava stone from Death Mountain.
➸ Five small hand-carved bone throwing knives.
➸ Poison vials to coat blades.
.::Strengths::.
➸ Knowledgeable in white magic. Can use apprentice-level healing spells without use of a casting item by siphoning a small amount of her own vitality to others.The amount of time for her to regain full strength depends on the extent of the usage. Because of this condition, she can't heal herself, and it must be used sparingly, but is good for healing minor wounds like skin lesions and broken bones.
➸ In addition to having the Sight ability, Takir can occasionally pick up essences of good or bad forces in a medium-large sized vicinity. In other words, can essentially sense when danger or something she's searching for is nearby. This can apply to sensing other people's moods or general auras, however the more specific of a thing she is searching for, the harder it is to sense. Requires a great deal of focus, as she must go into an almost meditative state in order to achieve this insight.
➸ Is able to telepathically communicate brief sentences to other people, which also requires her to fall into a very focused state. The person she is trying to project her thoughts to must be within visual range, and they must be aware that she is nearby. This means she isn't able to put thoughts into people's heads without them seeing her. It is mostly useful for relaying warnings to her comrades. Example: "I can sense that this guy is lying to us. Stay sharp."
.::Extra::.
