Gaia Username: LastFortuneTeller
Character/Name: Amala Ephera
Age: 20?
Race: Zora
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 140 lbs
Background: Amala was your typical Zora in Zora's domain her life seemingly uninteresting and remaining that way for quite a while. As she grew older she grew wiser and she grew stronger. She even learned how to use a sword and shield from an old man who lived by the shore near her village. The old man taught her everything he could before he passed, and with his passing she grew sad. Her family wasn't bad, but he was sort of like a grandparent. She buried him in his backyard with her own sword as a sort of honorary shovel. When she was done she noticed that inside his house was a sort of peculiar glass globe and inside of it she believed only to be some sort of clocktower. She felt she would keep this thing as a sort of momento of the man and thus returned to the ocean.
Days later, Amala fell ill.
The zora tried everything they could for the young girl and yet nothing was seeming to help. They tried from current medications to traditional recipes. The zora even went so far as to seek help from outside sources and yet nothing seemed to cure Amala. As she laid in bed she begun to think, and as she thought she thought of escaping her dying body. She wasn't ready to die and she feared it.
The moment came however when Amala's last breaths were being taken. Her family sat beside her as she watched the world begun to fade away into a haze and that was when she saw it. She looked past her weeping mother and father and right at the globe her eyes locking onto that clocktower. All sounds were drowning out, they were slowly becoming that of ringing bells. Amala was dead. Her body seized all movement and many hearts sank. The young, talented, and gentle zora girl was gone. She was claimed by an unknown illness and therefore the body wasn't even allowed to be buried within the range of the village.
Days later Amala woke in fields surrounding by terrifying creatures. She was lost out in the fields of a land she didn't know in the least. Amala stood to notice she held in her hand the sword of the man who had trained her. Amala in her fear begun to fight these dark creatures with terror in her eyes. She fought for what seemed forever as the eerie beasts kept coming. Her fear didn't subside but she found an amazing strength well inside her as she fought. She had never swung this blade to protect herself but now it seemed to be the only thing keeping her from ending. The dark creatures fled however as daylight pierced the dark fields.
In the distance she could hear bells ringing. She was dead, so she didn't know how she got here or she at least thought she was dead. She remembered everything growing cold so how she arrived in the place was beyond her. The zora still went towards the sounds of chiming bells and what she came across was a walled off town. Upon entering she was met with life and chattering voices. Amala had found a little place called Clock Town.
Amala quickly found a place here in Clock Town as a hero of sorts. She was capable of fighting and fighting well so they had her protect those who were out and about. She was enjoying herself and her life in Clock Town. The people were so colorful, so full of life. She didn't understand now if she had truly died, or if she had finally woken up. Were these people dead as well? If they were it didn't matter, they were just as alive as she was now. Amala also discovered the nearby Zora's domain and although those zora looked a bit different than her they welcomed her all the same. Given...she didn't like the band in the least.
As time flew by Amala had become a staple of the people of Clock Town. She was the go to girl when you needed someone defended or something gotten back by the creatures of the night. She learned to sing, to dance, to play, to learn, to fight, and to live in Clock Town. Termina field was her grassy meadows and Clock Town was her home. So many years passed and yet she didn't age. In her bliss she forgot to question this. Eternally beautiful, eternally strong, eternally here in Clock Town. Eternally in Clock Town seemed to sound a dream to her. She loved everything about it given the owl statues made her wonder just how horribly boring a person this owl guy must be. He probably stood there ranting on about pointless tutorials and stuff which would just make Amala burst out to yawning just thinking about it.
The people were even fun loving enough to hand things like masks and whatnot for the deeds she did. She liked the masks as they were fun to try and trick people with. She'd wear them and pop out at people and then laugh of their reactions, but the people never got too angry at her. She was a loved figure and they would just deal with her little jokes every now and then.
As time passed however she did begin to realize just how no one aged, how these people just continued on as if stuck in time and as if they had just accepted it. This however didn't settle with Amala. There was something out there keeping her eternally young and that was beginning to frighten her. She begun to try and find ways out of Termina, and to her terror...there wasn't a single exit out of the land. She was trapped, trapped in Termina for likely an eternity. Hell, even those who died in Termina seemed to remain trapped in it and she wasn't ready for that.
One night, when she knew those same dark unexplained creatures from her first day were out, she grabbed up her sword and shield and took off into the dark. She was determined that these creatures were the cause of her being trapped here. With blade in hand she charged out into the night regardless of what the guards tried to tell her. Amala was determined to escape Termina now, she had been here for so long she forgot that time even passed, that she even aged.
Amala charged in on the beasts and attacked them fiercely showing no fear like she had before, and that was likly where her folley was. As she fought her eyes fell onto a horrifying sight. Two glowing orange eyes. Amala however charged them with zeal. The fight was incredible and yet she felt she was getting nowhere. This dark entity was unstoppable. Her sword was growing heavier and heavier and her zeal was dwindling. What was bravary was now clouded with fear and regret. She fought as hard as she could and yet the demon was far too powerful. Amala was nothing more than a rag doll in it's hands. Her foolish fearlessness was leading to a second death.
The last thing she could see was it's eyes as it tossed her hundreds of feet into the air and she smashed through the clocktower doors from all the way from the fields. The fall was too great to recover from and thus she laid dying a second time. Her sword weakly grasped in her hand. She wondered how the man who taught her would have reacted. Would he have been ashamed in her, or proud of her. She would be lost in Termina forever now as a wandering spirit.
"You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
Amala could hear a song being played from inside the clock tower. The song was soothing and all the things that had plauged her were being washed away. The fear, her first death, her own inability as a warrior it was all washing away. She could feel herself healing in her final hours. There was a peace that was so great that she lost her fear of being lost forever. Amala was ready, she was ready to disappear. As the last note could be heard she felt a familiar feeling. Cold water, waves, sand, air.
The zora shot up from where she laid. She was on the shores of her old home staring right at the house her master once lived in. In shock and surprise she dived into the ocean and quickly swam home. Where she lived however there wasn't a single zora. They were either all gone or dead. She then darted to gravesite and quickly dug up where her body should have laid and all she found was a small globe, with a small Clock Town in it. Amala was confused and yet she was now finally back in the world she knew the most. It was time for her to make the most of it.
Amala now swore that she would return her old village to the way it once was. Amala would become a hero to the zora and on that she promised. In her old house however she found the masks and things she had collected in Termina. With these to aid her she would see fit to restore her home, and maybe even help the Hylians and other races were they ever in need of someone who could definitely put up a strong fight.
Strengths: Expert sword & shield combatant, good aim, excellent swimmer, stronger than appears, can make split second decisions.
Weaknesses: Can't fight well in armor (or clothes), fear of the Lost Woods, weak stomach, can succumb to fear.
Likes: Clock Town, the old man who taught her to fight, dancing, swimming, tart foods, cucco, and milk.
Dislikes: Lost Woods, yeti, people who dance better, riding horses, cucco victims, dogs, and red potion.
Personality: Amala is a very gentle and yet pretty outgoing woman. She likes to hit on others to see their reactions and this has given her a somewhat sensual personality. There is however a fierce fighter inside her and it shows when enemies arrive.
Special Abilities: Due to her training with the old man she has learned a long forgotten art. The sword beam. It's basically the ability to fire a flashing exact copy of your blade out towards your enemy with explosive force. IT IS NOT A LAME SPINNY ATTACK.
Weapons: Amala wields an old wooden sword and a large wooden shield given to her by her mentor. They won't break and are much stronger than anyone would first expect.
Armor: Amala wears no armor and rightfully fights terribly if she's forced to wear any.
Items: Bunny hood, keaton mask, Romani's mask, All-night mask, Couple's Mask, Greg (Gray, pet cucco), (Pointless) Golden Scale
Appearance/Picture: 
Theme Song: Amala's Theme
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