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Zelda:

-Basic-
Name: Luyu Faunus. Luyu means "wild dove" and faunus means "God of forests".
Age: Seventeen.
Race: Themor. (Shapeshifter)
Gender: Female.
-Life-
Occupation: Druidic Ranger / Reincarnation of Farore.
Family: She lived once with her mother and older brother (Gitano), though both died of an illness. Her father walked out a few days after her birth, according to her mother.
Home: She grew up on the outskirts of Kakariko Village, but moved out of her house when her family died, to the Lost Woods. She's perhaps the only non-forest-folk who can navigate those woods, though she knows little of the secrets it holds.
History: Luyu was born to a Themor charading as a normal Hylian, and so she never found out of her true bloodline until her mother was on her deathbed. One would think she would have accidentally changed during her childhood, but as she had never attempted the task, she had never succeeded, and grew up as a Hylian child. She was always out exploring in the fields and climbing over trees and rocks, her brother taught her how to use the bow as a woman using a sword would cause their family to be further shunned. She grew more comfortable in nature then at home, and often spent nights with her brother, camped away from home.

Although she loved her mother, they were never so close as Luyu and her brother, and the day Gitano died upset her far more then the day of her mother's death. She left to live in the world, in the wild she loved so much more then home when she was eleven, discovering the Lost Woods. From there she lived a solitary life, keeping herself company only with the wild animals and a Keaton child. She discovered the full length of her shape-shifting powers, and has made a home in the tree tops, rarely having to leave the woods. However, recently she began having strange dreams and terrible nightmares, and felt an inexplicable and irresistable urge to leave her familiar woods.
Personality: Despite her childhood trauma, Luyu is a joyful and open person. She is always acting like a child, and always seems to have more energy then she is capable of using. She's incredibly kind, and hates hurting things of a peaceful nature, she treats the forest and all that lives in it like her family, holding an afinity with the fauna and flora alike. She seems comfortable and easy in nature, though when in civilisation she get get nervous and tense. She never seems to get angry, or sad, or annoyed, or to show any sort of negative emotion, and she is always trying to see the good in people. However, she is certainly not a softie, she's definately a little rough around the edges and is usually saying things and doing things before thinking. Because she has spent so much time in the woods, rarely seeing other people, and spent more time in animal forms to fit in, she often acts a bit animalistic.
Quote: 'Gee, I forgot how weird you two-leggers look.'
-Appearance-
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 109 lbs
Skin: Golden tanned.
Eyes: Luyu's eyes are mis-matched, her left is a deep foresty green, sprinkled lightly with hazel and gold, her right is hazel with gold about the pupil, speckled with bright green.
Hair: Her hair is about mid-back in length, though it's in such wild curls that it reaches just around her shoulder blades. She usually ties it back in an attempt to keep it out of her eyes, but this rarely works as stray curls are always getting loose. She braided her bangs, and they hang on either side of her face.
Build: She's lithe and tone, looking more like an acrobat, her body fit for speed and flexibility rather then shows of strength.
Other: She prefers to take animal form, favouring birds-of-prey or that of an orange-ish toned teenage Keaton. Beneath her wrist-guard on her right arm is a tattoo of a hawk, and entwined around her belly-button is an oriental dragon biting it's own tail, it's wings spread out and forming into branches of an apple-blossom tree, flowering with petals and the odd feather floating lazily over the lower of her entire torso.
-Equipment-
Weapon(s): She keeps a longbow in her hands whenever she's up on two legs, (And no wings) though most doubt she could actually use it. It's very big, and even soldiers find it hard to string, though she always makes it look so very easy. She is an expert shot, having used the bow since childhood, and no one can beat her aim. She's practically useless in melee combat however, but she keeps with her a hunting knife boasting a shining emerald embedded in the hilt.
Sheild(s): Hanging off her back is a small, studded buckler, though she she's never had to use it, and commonly uses it as a tray or plate for food rather then it's original purpose.
Armor/Clothing: She wears a sleeved tan under shirt and wood brown breeches, wearing soft leather armour over them. Over the armour she wears a loose forest green tunic reaching down to her mid-thighs, and sports an archer's arm- and wrist-guards on both arms. Her boots reach mid-calf up her legs, and she wears loose green material matching her tunic over them, starting at the knee.
Accesories: Sewn into her hair are a few bird feathers, they also hang off the braids framing around her face. She wears a small animal tooth on a chain about her neck, what animal the tooth belongs to is inidentifiable. You'd probably have to ask Luyu, though she keeps it under her tunic usually. Her long, pointed ears are full of piercings, studs and rings alike.
Magic: She can enchant her arrows with her element, create small winds and tornadoes, though more a skill then magic, she is learned in creating healing salves from trees, has a gift for gardening, she has an afinity with nature, and can comminucate with trees and animals to a degree, Farore's Wind, and a variety of weaker teleportation spells. Farore's Blade; A spell creating winds sharp enough to cut. Farore's Gift; She is able to heal others, though she cannot perform this on herself (It is a giving spell, see?) and it works better on fauna and flora. Summon Familiar; Since she has so closely befriended the spirit-fox child, she can call on it in battle, though the worst the Keaton can do is bite ankles.
Other: She keeps a pouch with flint, wild herbs, feathers and rocks in it, a water skin hangs from her belt, on a leather thong around her neck is a bird whistle. Under her tunic, on a longer leather thong hangs a small leather pouch, though she doesn't say what's in it, she calls it her 'lucky charm'.

-Basic-
Name: Zefi Ziveraati.
Age: In her tribe she's considered an adolescent at only twenty-six Ziyan years, equal to around thirty-eight Hylian years. Though not an amazing difference between the counting of age, it does indeed exist.
Race: Ziya.
Gender: Female.
-Life-
Occupation: Back home she was a farm scholar, though these days she's a... wanderer.
Family: Ziyan's aren't a very paternal race, and one's "family" is generally regarded as every Ziyan in existence!
Home: Once it was the deepest catacombs of Death Mountain, now she lives in Gerudo Valley.
History: Every five hundred years there is born a truely powerful magi in the Ziya race, just as the Gerudos are granted a male every one hundred. These never posed much threat as they all put their skills to the task of the Ziya. However, Zefi was always far more brash, unsettled and well... the best phrase may be 'off the knob', maybe 'not in her right mind' would be more familiar. She viewed everything from a... far off perspective, her eyes percieving a different realm then what was laid out so clearly before her. She found the world boring, settled. And it happened one day.

She went completely insane.

She cursed the name of both the Goddesses and the Triforce, and stripped off her clothes, running in a cackling fit from her 'prison' cave, claiming she had finally gone sane, living off raw rats and whatever else she could catch. Not that Ziyans actually fancied cooked meals, and had grown up eating things raw. She didn't bother to prepare them though; skin them, or even clean them. Just catch them and ate them, sometimes not even bothering to kill them. She wandered about dirty and naked for some time, before finding a way out of the mountain. Aquiring clothes as the cold of the overworld hit her, she immediately went into hiding, fearing the 'fat fleshbags', or the Hylians.

She learned the world, travelling about through Keaton tunnels, and grew to find it boring, more and more so with each day, just as she grew a little more insane each day. She wanted chaos and disorder, she wanted a war, she wanted to destroy the world, kill the Goddesses, steal their powers and recreated the world better, as a "utopia".
Personality: Though she is, most certainly insane, it is impossible to tell. She acts extremely composed and calm at all times, though when tense tends to burst into giggles that cross between muderous and maniacal. But other than that, and her habit of switching between first- and third-person speech, she acts totally sane. If one were to find her at first, not noticing her wings obviously, they would think her a poor, lost girl, for there is something so very depressing and woeful about her that is impossible to pin.
Quote: 'Ugly, fat flesh-bag.'
-Appearance-
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 98 lb
Skin: Deathly pallid though with an orange edge, and a slight golden glow. No blemishes touch her face, the total lack of sunlight giving her the complexion of one who died recently.
Eyes: Her eyes are lacking of any substance but a swirl of twin colours, these a bright bloody tone as one like most other Zyians, with the tone of a sky touched with the lavender of evening thrown in instead of the standard apple green of her kin.
Hair: Her short hair is a paled gold, bleached to verge upon white, the pair of long bangs that falls to her mid-way merely whisps of transparent snow. The underlayer is an outrageous, violent vermillion, crimson streaking loudly and gathering strongly in colour at the tips
Build: Unlike most of her kin, she is not taller then average Hylian height, but quite small and fragile in her appearance, though her form is still the deathly and impossibly thin of her race. Though so slight and delicate in a appearance, she holds strength not meant for one so small.
Other: From her eyes curve a gothic tattoo, the base a simple line curving towards her nose over her cheekbones, though laid over it a series of complicated swirling patterns. A tattooed line reaches from the outter edges of her eyes, across her temple to be lost in her hair. Beneath the sleeves over her clothing lie scars and other tattoos, in fact a series of both of these are scattered over her body, though the scars are random and impossible to tell what object--or creature--cut her, and the tattoos are never words nor pictures, merely symmetrical swirls.
She has almost crystalline wrings that burst from her back, died a nasty crimson that make it seem as if it had tore the fleshe of her back without a thought of the harm that could be caused by such actions. They are gold, however, at the tips, and sparkle with a fae-light.
-Equipment-
Weapon(s): Zefi hasn't got what you would call a broad range of weapons. Like anyone born with hands and arms she can swing a block of wood at ones head, and stab with a dagger with the natural talent of one cornered and in peril. But what she really can use are wires. She loves them, finding the way they cut so cleanly and unseen delightful. Her bracelet of the reed is also designed to be a weapon, with a quick movement easily unclipped, and within another a sharp whip across the face, and behold, a bleeding bruise.
Sheild(s): Her shields are not physical and it would be impossible to guess this tiny female could protect herself from a sword swing or a hammer blow.
Armor/Clothing: She does not wear any physical armour, though the soft glow is an always-active force that cushions any blows, though they can still bruise or cut her delicate skin. She once wore the expected blue with the triforce embrioded in with fine silken-gold, but long ago gave up the duties of her race, and now dresses to her own religion. The tail feathers of many a-bird hang from a contraversially thin sky-blue sash; domestic chicken, goose, even song birds, as well as the wild hawks, eagles, vultures, small sparrows, larks, bluejays, and over her rear to protect it from view drags a tail-fan of a peacock that went missing mysteriously from the palace, one of the king's favourite. All of these feathers as splattered with the red and dried-black of the birds gruesome fate. To protect her front from view she has fashioned a crude, patchwork priest-loin from materials varying from fine lord-silks to itchy cotton. Although she may have stolen something from the washing lines of Hyrulian women to cover her female chest, the gold-edged blood-crystal wings that fall daintily from her shoulderblades make it difficult to wear common Hylian attire. Instead she took up her old clothing from when she was once part of her tribe, carefully ripping out the despised mark of the triforce, then dropping it into a pot of bleach, stolen of course. The faded, battered and now pale sky-blue shirt keeps most of her warm and protected, but as a precaution she takes to wearing a tunic with holes cut in the back over it, a plain light tan in colour. She has two pouches on either side of her sash, one for Phloem, the other for herbs.
Accesories: Her drooping ears are adorned with golden rings, with golden chains snaked and hanging from them. About her wrist she wears bracelets made of a firm yet supple reed strung onto hair-thin wire.
Magic: Hers is a race of scholars, seers, a bit of bardmanship and the occasional magi. Unfortunately, Zefi was one of those occasional. She has the natural alluring talents of a bard, able to charm and hypnotise with a soft voice, and to weave tales into illusions. Dangerous illusions. Though at first her magi-powers start as only slightly-threatening, things progress and she becomes a danger...
Other: She has a pet rat, named Phloem.