°º~Destiny~º° A Legend of Zelda RPG ~ Starts! (ONE SLOT OPEN, LSUs WELCOME!)

[Arnen]

Sorry for the lateness, but yes, I was busy with school and other things! Anyway, here we go! Also, Rogue LSUs are welcome and appreciated!

Destiny
A Legend of Zelda RPG
Created by Nabooru23 with help from kalad1, boss and dungeon ideas by Krystalline Kabutops
Sorry for the delay everyone!

After the Hero of Time defeated the Evil King Ganondorf, the three Golden Goddesses of Hyrule – Din, Goddess of Power, Nayru, Goddess of Wisdom, and Farore, Goddess of Courage – wanted to be sure that Hyrule would be safe from any future attack. So, they ripped open a hole in the universe and sent the power of the eight Ruling Elements – Light, Forest, Fire, Water, Spirit, Shadow, Wind, and Earth – to various points in the history of our world, to lie dormant until such a time when heroes were needed. The power was given to eight newborn babies, in the form of birthmarks shaped like the symbol for each element. Through the generations, the power would pass down the line (maternally so it wouldn't run rampant), untapped and unknown to those who carried it on.

And Hyrule did remain at peace for many years. The landscape changed somewhat, but for the most part stayed the same. New races emerged as others dwindled in number. Monsters continued to roam the land but not nearly in the numbers they did during the Evil King's reign. The many races of Hyrule lived in relative tranquility wit few quarrels. Time past, kings rose and fell, and the Legend of Link was passed on through the generations. Justice was kept and peace was all.

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You, on the other hand, are starved for excitement. Your world is that of an average adolescent who can't stand the boundaries of everyday life. You may be a young peasant longing for the adventures of knighthood, or maybe you're a modern-day teenager who would give anything to get our of your boring life of school and limitations. Whatever or whoever you are, you want something more.

Now you get your chance. It seems when the Goddesses tore open the portal between worlds, a small part of Ganon's spirit escaped through from the Sacred Realm and also manifested itself in a small child. This child became ruinous, vile, and destructive due to the spirit residing within him. He became Ganondorf, in a sense, biding his time until he could return to Hyrule. And, in the midst of this blind peace, his time has come.

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Your time, it seems, has come as well. You're having a crummy day, unusual or not, and when you go to sleep at night you do not wake up in the same place. Where you are now is totally different, a fact that may or may not be a good thing.

The sign-up forms and other information can be found here. Please put your form before your first post.

Rules: Please read, as they are slightly different for the PRG than for the sign-ups!
1) I reserve the right to eject any offensive players.
2) Please refrain from flaming other players.
3) Please keep your posts relevant; plot twists and new ideas are welcome, but do not do anything major involving the main plot without first consulting me.
4) No killing off player characters without my permission.
5) No two heroes may have the same equipment. Don't worry about that for now, but it will come into play later.
6) Please put your character's name and location at the top of each post.

Characters:

Heroes
Light (Hylian): Kaie Hamilton / The_Missing_Link
Forest (Kokiri): Cyphon "Cye" Korena / Krystalline Kabutops
Fire (Goron): Ti Muinat / RaZoR LeAf
Water (Zora): Andrea DeSanne, aka Arnen / Me
Spirit (Gerudo): Sayuri "Yuri" Nakamura / SilentStryker17
Shadow (Sheikah): Lee Kenta / SWAMPERT1
Wind (Rito): Animepsycho, we're calling him Paul for now -_-;
Earth (Deku): James McBay / CURRENTLY UP FOR GRABS BECAUSE PYROMAN PISSED ME OFF
All are now taken/reserved! ... Unless someone drops out, of course, but hopefully that won't happen!

Ganondorf Incarnate:
Zedrich von Ulrich / Tainted

Rogues:

Seyelin / Me
Kaele / kalad1
Ryua / Bulbasaur4
Frost (or Frosty) the Ice Keese / Krystalline Kabutops
Yahoot / Mystic_clown

FOR YOU FIRST POST
Follow my lead; describe your character's last day on Earth, a bad day, and end it with them seeing their element's color fading to gold and then blacking out. Don't wake up yet. Rogues can do whatever, and I trust Tainted to come up with something for Zedrich to do.

My Characters:

Heroine of Water
~Name: Andrea DeSanne, also called Arnen (because I felt like it, ok?!)
~Age: 17
~Gender: Female
~Time Period: France, late 18th century
~Looks 1: She is tall and kind of pretty, with an athletic build and naturally semi-tanned skin. She has raven-black hair that falls to just below her shoulders and is kind of wavy at the bangs. A lock or two fall in her face. She wears a black frock coat with blue and silver trim, a white lace shirt, black knee-length breeches, white silk stockings, and black suede boots. Her hair is tied back by a blue ribbon, and her birthmark is on the back of her left hand.
~Looks 2: She still has the same basic body shape. Her skin is now gleaming turquoise-white scales, with the tips of her fins fading to blue and then black. Said fins are long and slender – in fact, her entire body is more streamlined. Her hands and feet are webbed. Her eyes are now dark blue with white pupils. She wears a tight black sleeveless top and shorts, leaving her midriff bare. Her birthmark is now on her left arm fin.
~Personality: She's a strong, willful young woman, passionate about everything she enjoys and adamant with her hate. She won't take any nonsense about being weak, and despises the prospect of being a boring housewife. She has an incredible sense of adventure as well as of humor.
~Element: Water
~Weapon: A streamlined halberd with several holes to allow waterflow so it can be carried while swimming.
~Shield: A sleek silver shield fit to her right forearm, with a slit for her fin and aquadynamic (I'm making up a word, sue me) plates on either side.
~Instrument: A flute made of fish bone.
~Items: Her pack is a waterproof fish-scale pouch with a rope strap slung across her shoulder. It contains some rope, a small knife (dull; for cutting said rope), several bottles of water, some food, some parchment, a fish skull filled with ink, and a seagull-feather quill pen.
~Spells:
-Spout: Shoots a powerful stream of water from the palm, fingertip, or forehead.
-Impale: Forms a spike of ice from a surface (floor, ceiling, wall, etc.)
~Ability: She can jump high and pull off acrobatic stunts.
~Rage: She turns blue with the tips of her fins fading to green and then white, her eyes go totally white, and all the water in the area is gathered to her. She gets much more powerful.
~Familiar: Glace, a female White Wolfos.
~Strengths: Pretty fast runner, very intelligent, nimble hands.
~Weaknesses: Can't lift heavy objects, sensitive to temperatures, not good at talking with people she doesn't know very well.
~History: She fled from her home upon being engaged to a man twice her age, for his money. She disguised herself as a boy in hopes of escaping the search party her parents sent out.
~Relations: Friends with Cye (eventually XP); although initially a bit freaked out by him, cares for Frosty and loves him like a pet she could never have before.
~Other: *sends other to its watery grave* She's left-handed. Meh.

Evil Dead Guy
~Name: Seyelin
~Age: Over 200, but looks 16.
~Gender: Male
~Race: Terminian
~Alignment: Evil Rogue (for now...)
~Looks: Medium height and weight with deathly pale skin and a somewhat gaunt face. His shoulder-length hair is a gleaming silver-white, his eyes a cold, icy blue. He does not give off the normal appearance of breathing and so looks like a statue when he sits still for periods of time. He wears a plain black wool shirt, a long overcoat of brown leather, grey pants, and Dodongo-hide boots and gauntlets (brown). He also wears a long black scarf to conceal the deathly visage of his face.
~Personality: Seyelin is a spiteful, hate-filled being, in contempt with those around him who are truly living. He rarely shows signs of emotion and is often lost in thought. He utterly lacks fear, but for the light of day which harms him, and deep water which he died in. Even then it is not normal fear, more a feeling of repulsion. He resents authority but will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals, even if it means slitting a few throats along the way. He literally has ice water in his veins.
~Weapon(s): Double-helixed sword with one black blade and one white blade called Soulcutter, a mythril chain that sprouts spikes and can change length, gauntlets have spiked knuckles.
~Armor: A pair of Dodongo-hide (brown) spiked gauntlets, and wears a chestplate of cold steel under his jacket (over his shirt).
~Attacks:
-Flight: Not really an attack, but felt it should go here.
-Freeze: He can freeze things by touch.
-Crucify: Chains up enemy's arms and legs in a cross shape, then runs them through.
~Strengths: His body gives off no heat, very shallow wounds won't bleed and heal a bit faster than normal, cunning and fast.
~Weaknesses: Sunlight weakens him and hurts him even indirectly, has a fear of deep water.
~History: Over two centuries ago, Seyelin lived in the village on Snowhead Mountain in Termina. One night he snuck out in secret to visit an ill Goron friend of his. However, winter was nearing an early end, and the ice around the Twin Isles was wearing thin. Hoping to get to his ailing friend sooner, Seyelin cut across, taking his chances on the thin ice. But, as soon as he set foot on it, it cracked and gave beneath him, and he fell in. The top of Snowhead Peak was the last sight he beheld with living eyes.

His spirit, unable to leave, unaccepting of his fate, lingered in the corpse for more than two hundred years. Then, around the time Ganondorf sought his return to Hyrule, Seyelin began to feel actual cold in his limbs. He could move his fingers. Eventually, he opened his eyes to his icy prison, and found he could cause the ice to crack by the mere will to do so. Slowly, he made his way to the surface, into the cold night air. He made his way to the village. Time had passed. His friends and family had long passed away. Paralyzed by shock and grief, he began hearing a voice, telling him to forget; that if he forgot about it, it would all be better. So he shoved the memories to the back of his mind, and it didn't hurt as much. The voice had helped him. And now it was telling him to cross into Hyrule, that if he did he could be restored to his own time. So he set out...
~Relations: CLOSED.
~Other: And alas, the other shall be submitted to by fate as well... *freezes other*

Also, I will occasionally post in a 3rd-person omniscient form, like below.

In the land of Hyrule, a familiar evil has begun to resurface. The Goddesses had been prepared for such a travesty, but nothing of this magnitude. Darkness is now beginning to spread across the land, mostly unknown by the public, at least for the moment.

The wakening cry calls down through the ages of Earth, our world, stirring the dormant power that lies within eight humans of special destiny...
......Are they ready?

~`~`Andrea DeSanne, aka "Arnen" – Paris 1778`~`~

I winced as the sharp sting of the switch lashed across the back of my left hand, bruising the birthmark that was there. I glared wrathfully at the parchment before me, not daring to shift my gaze to my instructor lest my torture be multiplied. I grudgingly transferred the quill to my right hand, which was always stiffer and more awkward to write with. The corset strapped about my waist squeezed even tighter as I heaved a deep sigh.

"Why can I not write with my left hand?" I asked darkly.

"Because," the instructor said sternly, "the left hand is the Devil's hand."

"Then the Devil's way is easier."

"Ah, all the more reason to resist it. God is trying you so you may overcome."

I sighed. I knew full well that the man did not really believe in God or the Devil, so I set those ridiculous notions aside. I attempted shakily to write my name yet again, and my hand was lashed again, this time for untidiness.
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After my torturous lessons were through, I wandered to the stables to meet my only friend, the stable boy Henri. It was he who was my sole consol, the only person I could relate to in the strict world in which I lived.

"My parents say I am lucky, being a girl, to learn even to write my own name and a few prayers." I was wringing my hands together; the birthmark was so bruised it seemed to pulsate blue. While he turned his head and faced the other way, I removed the restricting corset and tossed it onto a stinking heap of horse manure.

"Well, in any case," Henri said, " I took the money you gave me and bought what you asked for. Although I wonder, why would you want boy's clothes?" I could almost see the befuddled look on his face and I smiled.

"I'm leaving here, for good," I explained. "I'm going to disguise myself as a young man and... Well, we'll just see what happens." I heard Henri sigh. I understood his concern; I was always so quixotic, coming up with such harebrained schemes. I'd heard it all before. "It'll work, I'm sure it will. Don't worry on my account." I commenced to strip off the rest of my hot, uncomfortable clothes, and wrapped my chest in some strips of linen that I had brought from the house. "Look, there's no way in Hell I'm going to let myself be married off to some old baron for his money. Now give me those clothes." Henri covered his eyes with his hand and turned, blushing, to hand me the black frock coat, lace shirt, breeches, boots and stockings I had told him to buy for my masquerade. "Thank you for aiding me with this."

I put on the clothes, making sure my breasts didn't stick out too much. I went to a dirtied mirror that was propped up against a stall and gazed at my reflection. I looked the part of a smallish young man as I tied my hair back with a blue silk ribbon. The horse in its stall, one of my favorite white mares, whinnied as if in approval as I crossed my arms and steadied my jaw, trying to look a bit more masculine.

"Now you can look," I called over my shoulder to Henri. I saw him walk over reflected in the mirror, and he stood by my side. He blushed. I could see him looking at my legs through the white silk stockings. I laughed inwardly.

"With your intellect you will surely make something great of yourself," he said shyly.

"And wherever I end up, I will come back for you and get you out of this horrid place." I wandered over to my mare, already saddled, opened her stall door, and swung up onto her back. I walked her out of her stall, starting to get a bit sad. Henri grinned encouragingly, but I could see sadness behind his eyes as well. "Au revoir," I said softly as I lightly kicked my mare into a trot, then a gallop out of the stable.

And finally, I was free! I galloped my horse over to the Pont Neuf and stopped in the middle of it, off to the side out of the way of most traffic. I looked out over the Seine, and even if the river wasn't clean, even if the air smelled of the dead and of the unclean, I was still finally free.

As I sat there taking in Paris really for the first time, though I had lived there all my life, I suddenly heard something come up behind me. I heard something connect with my horse's flank, and with a jolt I felt her buck, and as I was pitched over the bridge, I felt as though everything about me had slowed down. I was going down towards the river, and I was likely going to be killed from the impact, or drown, or hit a rock or something. I had just begun to experience true life and now it was being taken from me. I tensed for the splash, I prepared to hit the water and feel my bones break from the impact, but I didn't. From behind tightly-closed eyelids it seemed there was a blue light all around me, and as I realized I was not going to hit the water, that maybe this whole day had been a dream and I was going to wake up, the blue faded to a deep gold. I faintly felt my left hand itching in the most peculiar way as the gold faded to black, and I felt the air around me, and I kept thinking It was a dream, I have failed, and now I am safe in my bed.

OOC: I'll post for Seyelin later. Ok, everyone, have fun!

[kalad1]

~Name: Kaele Enabskrad
~Age: 30
~Gender: Male
~Race: Hylian
~Alignment: Heroes' Ally
~Looks: He's about six feet tall, with black hair to his shoulders, blue eyes and a heavily built frame, over which he wears a Black set of tunic and pants above a grey white undershirt with long sleeves, His left ear is cut a bit short, due to a fight he once had.
~Personality: In public and among friends, he's fairly easy going and friendly, when it comes down to business, however, he is cold and efficient, almost like he's another person.
~Weapon(s):He wields a Bastard Sword, which he can wield with either one or two hands, he also carries a Horse Bow(a bow specially designed to be usable from a horse as well as off the saddle) and he is proficient at hand to hand combat.
~Armor: He wears partial plate mail, There's a breastplate that covers his chest region as there are plate leggings, his right arm has a normal gauntlet, whereas his left is covered in a shield gauntlet, thicker and designed to take the place of a shield.
~Attacks: Up to three special attacks - no magic, more race-and-weapon-related.
-(1)Great Cleave-a two handed swing with his sword that can cut through multiple enemies.
-(2)Bash Combo-without his sword, he can bash an enemy with his shield gauntlet, stunning them and allowing him to beat them with several hand to hand attacks.
-(3)Fast shot- he can fire many arrows from his horse bow rapidly, but with lowered accuracy
~Strengths: He's strong and skilled in combat, outmatching most normal fighters.
~Weaknesses: He has zero magical ability.
~History: He's a fairly well known mercenary, making money as a sell-sword, selling his services to the merchants that fear the few monsters that roam in the kingdom, recently, however, he's been rethinking his ways, considering a new path.
~Relations:Open
~Other: OOGABOOGABOOGA!



Kaele Enabskrad - Hyrule, present day
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I walked around town, thinking about things in my life a bit more than usual. Everything was going fine, but... I tired of defending a few merchants from a small number of monsters. I felt that my sword skills could be put to better use somehow. I wandered a bit and decided to visit the Temple of Time, perhaps I could find some form of guidance there.

Arriving in the temple, I walked about, awed by the quality of the building I was in, every part of it seemed perfect, yet workers hadn't touched it in hundreds of years. I walked around, admiring the temple for a while. After a small while of this, a priest walked up to me and asked me, "Is there anything I can do for you?" I then explained to him how I had been feeling restless, unsatisfied with merely making money and wanting to actually leave an impact on the world. "Hmm... you may have a chance to use your skills for good, for we have been sensing an increasing darkness, you may end up changing the course of the world, much like the Hero." he replied after listening to me. Suprised, I walked around a bit more, thinking about what I had just heard.

[pyroman]

~Name: James McBay
~Age: 15
~Gender: Male
~Time Period: 2010
~Looks 1: He is short and average weight. Has green eyes, short black hair, and is pale. He wears all black – jeans, T-shirt, and steel-toe boots.
~Looks 2: His bark skin is a little darker than most Deku's, his leaf-hair is brown, and has glowing green eyes. He wears weak wooden armor instead of clothes.
~Personality: He's usually silent and doesn't talk much. Very mysterious. He mostly resents others and is distrusting of them. He never talks about himself when he does talk. He also likes to throw things when he's mad and blow stuff up when he can.
~Element: Earth
~Weapon: Steel katana with a stone handle
~Shield: He can make his shield from and earth around him; he can form it up from the ground.
~Instrument: Ocarina
~Items: Some food, some Rupees, and a bomb bag with five bombs to start (has been oked by Erin*
~Spells:
-Spikes: Fires shards of stone from his hand.
-Earthquake: Earthquake, duh.
~Ability: Is very strong and can lift several times his own weight (which isn't too much, meh)
~Rage: He turns to stone, his eyes go black, and a dark-brown aura surrounds him. All the stones and earth in the area starts flying around and he can control them.
~Familiar: Death Armos named Joe. Yes, JOE!
~Strengths: Is surprisingly strong for a Deku, and the Earth Element helps with his dexterity.
~Weaknesses: He's not very fast.
~History: He's lived an average life. His parents never understood him, so he's been rebellious. Barely escapes trouble with the law for blowing stuff up in his backyard, but his parents have given up on trying to control him.
~Relations: OPEN!
~Other: *decapitates other and cuts it to pieces*


James McBay, Chicago 2010

I got into my dad's booze again. Which means I got drunk, broke out the explosives, and started to blow up some of the big rocks in our yard, which bordered on a construction site. In my drunkenness, I accidentally placed some bombs too close together, and the combined blast created a huge quake. The quake not only brought down some of the stuff at the construction site, but it reduced my house to rubble. I heard my parents screaming for help but I just stood there. F*** them I thought, what had they ever done for me.I heard sirens, I saw flashing lights. An ambulance and some of the sleek new, bullet-like squad cars drove up. Some cops came out and dragged me into one of the cars, but it's not like I was resisting. They took me to the station, and as I was waiting for my punishment, I dozed off. I was seeing brown, then gold, and then finally I lost it.

[Bulbasaur4]

~Name: Ryua
~Age: Unknown
~Gender: Male
~Race: Draconic
~Alignment: Neutral
~Looks: http://www.deviantart.com/view/4498778/
Just like that, except Ryua is only about as big as a small cat. He doesn't have the weird thing growing from his muzzle either. His eyes are a bright silver in color with flecks of light blue.
~Personality: Ryua is a young little dracling, who is very innocent and rather niave. He is fiercely loyal to those he trusts, and tends to become overly protective at times. Despite his small size, he can be quite fierious if his temper rises or some thing really angers him. However usually he tends to just get into lovable mischief and is extremely curious and coy.
~Weapon(s): He has no weapons!
~Armor: Ryua has natural armour about as strong as diamonds for each of his small yet smooth scales.
~Attacks: Ryua has no real 'attacks'. He's quite young, so his three different 'sac's (Fire sac, Ice sac, and Acid Sac) are dormant. As he grows slightly, he'll be able to spit out small bits of fire, ice or acid, until he grows more and his abilities become more mature. His little black claws are nasty sharp however, although they're so small they can't do much.
~Strengths: He's very loyal and his strength is upon his friends and his loyalty.
~Weaknesses: Very gullible, he can easily be distracted and tends to trust others some times a bit too easily. His powers also can be tapped against others some times.
~History: Ryua's egg was laid back in ancient Hyrule, far before the Kingdom of Hyrule was ruled over. It was actually back before most humanoid creatures lived, back when ancient demons and warlords lived. A great Dragon named Avianar, had sacrified herself to the three Gods to help end the Demon War back in Ancient times. In doing so, her only wish was that she could have a child that lived. The Gods agreed, and they killed her but salvaged from her essense an egg that was her child. They put a seal upon the egg, so that it would not hatch until once again the aid of Avainar's essense was needed. A few years ago before the trouble began to brew in Hyrule again, Ryua's egg hatched.

Ryua's egg hatched in an isolated part of the forest, quite near to where Link used to live. The egg just appeared there one day, and no one really knew what it was. However, the little Deku tree told everyone to leave the egg alone- that it was a bad sign of trouble, but yet it was a sign of hope. The egg soon hatched, and Ryua was born. Everyone was shocked and frightened at first, but Ryua seemed gentle and he often purred when a few got enough courage to pet him. Eventually most of the Koroki in the forest tolerated him, and even fed him at times (other wise he'd snoop around to steal bits and pieces of food himself.) However, one night one of the foolish Koroki boys thought it'd be funny to play a little trick on the young dragon. He left a trap out one night, in which Ryua soon fell into because the bait was food. IT was there the boy and a few of his friends sneered and jabbed the little dracling with sticks and other things. A girl soon came out of the forest and yelled at them, telling them to leave him alone. As soon as she released the dracling, Ryua took off and ran out into the fields of Hyrule.

It's been a few years now... and Ryua is basically living about Hyrule. Currently, he's living near a tree in Hyrule's fields. He does pay little visits to various part of Hyrule to get food, but he's afraid of any Koroki-like creature or even most Hylians.
~Relations: Eventually will become Zedrick's ally or servant... hmm?
~Other: There is a long lost myth, almost long forgotten by most, about the Child of Avarian. It states, that in a time of great peril... the unknown and untapped power of the child will arise. This 'power' (this isn't stated in the legend), is that Ryua's small form will grow into a full sized Dragon, allowing all his energy to arise into him. (Basically, a big... full-sized dragon of Ancient times. That means more powerful than regular dragons Hyrule has ever seen since extreme Ancients. )

Ryua
~ Dracling ~

Ryua had claimed his first victim- a rat. He let loose a small little 'scree' of victory, even though the rat had been diseased and already was almost ready to die. Basically all Ryua had to do was step on it, and the poor horrid creature died. However, that fact did not deter Ryua from thinking him as a victor.
With hunger lashing at Ryua's sides and ebbing him on to do anything, Ryua greedily began to rip at the soft flesh of the rat. His needle-sharp teeth clamped into the flesh and ripped it apart, the small taste of flesh filling his mouth. It was energy... food.. and some thing to keep him alive. Although Ryua was more fond of fruit and cooked meat (the meat he used to get), flesh was just as good in dire times as these. With the growing population of Skullos that just popped up everywhere, food was becoming harder to come by.
Just as Ryua was about to finish off his delicate meal, suddenly a popping noise formed from behind him which caused the young dracling to whirl around in surprise. A skeleton had rose from the dirt and instantly it giggled insanely as it kept it's eyes upon the little dracling.
[ Fear! ]
Ryua instantly thought, which unbeknowing to him it made him speak outloud in draconic thought-speak. Usually such thought-speak was directed, but because it had only come because of Ryua's fright and shock, it blasted to all near minds to hear.
Leaving his meal behind, Ryua instantly scampered across the hardened meadowed field. The skeleton followed for a while behind, but Ryua was far too acustomed to running away and being swift. Soon the skeleton vanished back into the ground, which caused Ryua to slow his pace and eventually come to a walk.

It was painful for Ryua... he was hungry, tired and worn from living his little existance in the meadow. He missed seeing the creatures in the forest and playing with them. He was truely alone int he world... no family, no friends, and really... no home.

[Krystalline Kabutops]

*Cheers* It's here, it's here! *Gives Nab a hug*

Hero
~Name: Cyphon Korena (Prefers to be called Cye)
~Age: 16
~Gender: Male
~Time Period: Late 1990s Canada.
~Looks 1: He's tall, standing at 6'1. He has a gymnastic build, being a rock climber. His hair is sand-colored and comes down to his ears, and his eyes are a rather featureless gray. He wears jeans that are too big for him, with a black and blue belt holding them up. His upper body is attired in a t-shirt that is too big for him as well. His shoes are usually sandals. His birthmark is on the back of his neck.
~Looks 2: He appears to be 12 years old, and now has pitch black hair that comes down to his neck. It doesn't reflect any light. His eyes are now a deep green/brown mix, and he wears black leather boots. He has your typical young Link clothing, except that he has pants underneath the kilt. They're green (duh), and still a little too big, so he trips up a lot. The bithmark is now on the center of the plam of his right hand, which he uses to target spells. He is around 5 foot to 4'9 tall.
~Personality: He really has a difficult personality to pinpoint. He'll be yelling at you one moment, and telling you a joke the next. Most of the time, if no one's interacting with him, he'll just remain silent, paying keen attention. He's rather a joker around people he knows and feels he can trust, but isn't afraid to stand up for himself and anything he feels is right. Quick to anger, rash, he doesn't always think things through. Very unpredictable, he makes a loyal friend, if a bit of a lazy one. He's very sore about the age he looks, and anyone who forgets to treat him as an equal is bound for a shin full of pain.
~Element: Forest
~Weapon: His weapon appears to be a plain old Deku Stick, but has a pair of hidden blades that can fold out of it. It is really 2 sticks, and he can pull them apart, giving him a pair of handheld scythes. Usually, he just leaves it as 1 stick.
~Shield: His shield is wooden, in the shape of an unidentifiable fruit. It has thorns protruding out of the front, making it very effective. It isn't dead wood, but an actual, living plant. It requires that it be dipped in a body of water once every 5 days to remain alive. It can produce small berries if it hasn't been in battle recently.
~Instrument: A horn (Anyone seen Return of the King? Think the horns of the Rohirrim). It is wodden, with strong vines forming its cord and intricate patterns along it's length.
~Items: His pack is made of tough, yet flexible bark woven together with vines, with two vines for straps. He wears it like a backpack. It contains whatever food he may have at the time, a wooden flask of water, a few sheets of parchment, a bottle of ink that looks like an acorn, a twig (for writing), and various herbs, plants and medical supplies for healing wounds.
~Spells:
-1: Entwine: A trio of vines about 6 inches wide shoot out of the ground, ensnaring whatever he was targeting.
-2: Revive: He reawakens any nearby plants, giving them the gift of movement, so that they may help in battle.
~Ability: He is very fast, and makes an excellent climber or scout.
~Rage: His eyes shine with a bright green light, his hair extends down to his waist and turns deep brown, and all the plants and animals in the area are telepathically controlled by him. He is also capable of jumping much higher.
~Familiar: A Peahat, large enough to lift him into the air. He's named it Dust Devil.
~Strengths: He's very agile, and is a great climber. He blends in with almost any landscape where plants exist, and is rather difficult to catch.
~Weaknesses: He can't withstand a lot of blows, and injures easily. He isn't very strong, and can't move a lot of obstacles.
~History: Growing up in a middle class family, he ran away at the age of 13 to infuse his life with some real adventure. Living on the road was enjoyable, but he still felt like he was missing something. Well, now that's all over...
~Relations: After a rocky start, he and Arnen become good friends, looking out from one another. Arnen's the only one who he'll tolerate teasing from, but even then he's got his limits... Otherwise, open.
~Other: He hasn't known anything about plants or healing before he came to Hyrule, but now it seems to come instinctively to him.


Rogue:
~Name: Frosty (At least, that's what Arnen calls him. Most everyone else calls him Frost)
~Age: 3 (That's a teenager for his race)
~Gender: Male
~Race: Ice Keese xD
~Alignment: Heroes' Ally
~Looks: Clicky
~Personality: He's rather hyper, never really thinking things through their entirety. All bluster, he never really poses much of a threat (C'mon, he's a Keese for goodness sake :P). He makes a loyal friend, and although he prefers to perch on a friendly shoulder as opposed to fighting, if someone hurts his friends, he'll fly in against the odds. He is actually pretty smart, he just doesn't know it. Sometimes he'll see the answer to a puzzle clearly, or just drop a pearl of verbal wisdom.
~Weapon: He has claws on his feet, the tips of his wings, and his teeth, while tiny, are sharp.
~Armor: Later on, he acquires thin, flexible armor with magical resiliance to make his wings a little less vulnerable.
~Attacks:
-(1) Freeze: He exudes an icy aura, freezing any hostiles within a few feet.
-(2) Icy Glare: He glares into his opponents eyes, and the effect depends on their bravery. The timid freeze in terror, creatures of normal bravery feel a bit creeped out, and the brave hardly notice it.
-(3) Velocity: He generates a short burst of speed, making him difficult to pinpoint to the normal eye.
~Strengths: Frost is small, so he's hard to see and can get in small spaces. He's also comfortable in climes where others would freeze to death, and speeds up the colder the air is.
~Weaknesses: He has practically no resistance to physical blows, and is weakened a great deal by heat in excessive amounts. His wings are very vulnerable, and are easily broken.
~History: Captured a cub, Frost was trained to talk and do various tricks in a circus. Eventually, he managed to pick the lock on his cage and escape. Finding it hard to get by in the world, he latched on to the first group of people he came across, which turned out to be the Heroes.
~Relations: After nearly getting sliced in two by her, he decides that Arnen's shoulder makes a nice perch, and befriends her. He very much dislikes Ti, and avoids him as often as possible, due to his control over fire.
~Other: *Freezes other and carves an ice cave in its skull*


*~\ Cye Korena /~*

I watched through the branches as cars sped down along the freeway, hurtling to who knows where. I was currently sitting among the boughs of a pine tree near the road, munching on some french bread I had acquired in Quebec. Mmm, french bread. I could eat it for hours and hours on end. It was especially good with certain amounts of butter.

Leaning on a nearby branch, I gazed at the swiftly-darkening sky, musing about my past, present and future. Originally, I was from the states, and having sneaked into Canada shortly after running away, I was an illegal immigrant. However, I never stayed anywhere long enough to need documents, so things generally turned out all right. I had had a couple of scuffles with police, and even spent a night in jail, but I had wised up since then.

I put my bread away, thinking about the life I had left behind. Most people would probably have given their left leg for it, but I couldn't wait to get away. It was always "Mind your manners", and "Don't give me that attitude, young man," and "No, you're going to wear NICE clothes!". I had hated it. I just wanted to be free, to be able to do things MY way... For the most part, I had gotten my wish.

Suddenly, the branch I was leaning on snapped, and I fell backwards towards the forest floor. <So, this is how it ends...> I thought, knowing I would never survive a thirty-foot fall landing on my back. It felt like the clock stood still. My eyesight slowly blurred, taking on the deep greenish shade of the trees around me. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was my pack following me downwards, the bread falling out... What a waste of good bread.


Frosty the Ice Keese will turn up a little later in the RPG, around the night after the heroes appear.

[Mystic_clown]

~Name: Yahoot
~Age: 23
~Gender: Male
~Race: Hylian
~Alignment: Evil Minion (for now anyways)
~Looks: He has short, untidy blonde hair and green eyes. He stands at 7 feet and has a lean build. He has a grey steeple hat with a wide, floopy brim and a red band around the base. He wears a red tunic, black pants, black, knee-high boots and white gloves. He has three small, black belts wrapped around each of his forearms, white gloves and an orange scarf around his neck. He also wears a brown cloak on some occasions.
~Personality: This guy's a bit scatter-brained. He loves to make jokes during battle and is a bit quick to jump the gun at times. He can be a bit lazy and a bit of a coward at times, but he'll stick to a job as long as he gets paid. He'll do anything for gold. He's highly unpredictable.
~Weapon(s): A hammer made from a durable metal and a seemingly endless supply of bombs.
~Armor: He wears no armor
~Attacks:
-Bing, Bang, Boom: Yahoot throws three bombs in a triangular formation, anything within the triangle explodes.
-Earth Cracker: Yahoot pounds the ground with his hammer, causing the earth to split.
-Beserker: After recieving a fair bit of damage, Yahoot goes completely beserk. He'll attack the enemy with everything his got, ignoring all his injuries. The only way to snap him out of it is to defeat him.
~Strengths: Increadably fast and has high endurance. He never seems to tire out.
~Weaknesses: He can be easily be bought off with money. He's vunerable in the air.
~History: He's a mercenary, well known in the criminal underworld. He's notorious for his flair for property damage and his lust for money Yahoot's happy-go-lucky and joking personality makes him appear weak, but when he's in battle, he always comes out on top.
~Relations:
~Other:

I hope I'm not too late.

[RaZoR LeAf]

~Name: Ti Muinat
~Age: 18
~Gender: Male
~Time Period: Early 1980's London (the Punk era)
~Looks 1: Ti is quite short for a boy of his age, measuring in at only 5 foot 4 inches. He's quite muscular though, and has a stern look that makes people not want to mess with him. His complextion is quite pale and pasty, and his hair is a shocking blonde that is alost white. He wears it spiked up in a mohican, and also has a closely trimmed goatee. He is usually see wearing long sleeved shirts, with a second shorter sleeved shirt over that, unbuttoned. These are usually in deep red or orange colours. He also wears a pair of charcoal grey jeans and black trainers. Due to an accident as a child his back and shoulders are badly burnt, but a birthmark on his right shoulder is still visable through the burnt skin. Also has mutiple tattoos in a celtic knot pattern on his arms.
~Looks 2: Unlike the comon Goron's that are so easily mistaken for each other by the non-Goron people, Ti's body is slightly more muscular and his stone skin is of a grey/brown hue rather than purely brown. He also has a silvery white mohican, and a closely trimmed goatee of the sae colour. On his right shoulder he bears the mark of fire, alost branded into his body. He also has the same celtic knot tattos over his arms.
~Personality: Ti isn't massibly smart, but he has enough common sense to get him through life without any trouble. He actually retains small bits of seemingly useless information, only to suprose people when he comes up with the answers they're after. He's a favoured member of a trivia team. Ti is normally quite cal, but he does anger when he or someone close to him is picked on, and his anger is fuled by his strength. He's a good fried, but not someone you want to get on the wrong side of, because he is known to hold a grudge for a long time.
~Element: Fire
~Weapon: A double headed Axe, the hilt of which is made from bone.
~Shield: Ti possesses no shield, instead he relies on his hard stone body. Along his forearms his skin is harder and more rigid than normal.
~Instrument: A single drum, that he can tuck under one arm and beat with his spare hand.
~Items: Ti carries a bag over his shoulder that is similar in shape to the common 'Bomb Bag' made by Goron's. It too is made of Dodongo Skin and therefore also contains a a handful of bombs, aswell as his instrument and some tasty rocks. It is carried on his back by a thick rope wrapping over his shoulder.
~Spells:
-Drain: For a short time completely drains heat from something.
-Torch: Creates a ball of fire than can be thrown or carried like a lamp.
~Ability: Has better than average night vision.
~Rage: His hair suddenly burns and becomes like flame, and his body heats up to a deep red colour. The air and anything around him heats up, burns or melts depending on what it is.
~Familiar: Blitz, a Red Bubble
~Strengths: As a Goron, Ti is very strong, and able to break bhoulders with a few solid punches (or less depending on size). He's also excellent at moving through rough/rocky terrain.
~Weaknesses: Ti can't swim, and generally dislikes water altogether. He's also not that fast at walking.
~History: His father died of a drugs overdose and his mother dropped slowly into depression, leaving Ti to live his life on his own. He once burnt himself badly with some boiling water, and received much insults from other his age. He built up defences and worked hard on keeping himself focused. Now he's aiming high and is ready to make a difference.
~Relations: CLOSED
~Other: Ti likes to drink (I mean Alcohol)

^ˆ^ Ti Muinat - London 1980 ^ˆ^

Ti stumbled, tripping up the pavement edge and steadying himself with a traffic cone he'd picked up from some road works a street back. The one bedroom flat he shared with a cousin was only a few doors down, but with his head reeling as it was, it looked like another mile. He continued walking, best he could when he fell to one side and bounced of walls. He slipped to the left, steadied himself on his cone, then slipped to the right again. This time, there was no wall, and there was a two foot drop into someone's garden.

Ti started mumbling to himself as he tried to get up after falling onto a pile of metal bins. His head throbbed with pain as well as the fact that he was mindlessly drunk.
"Stupid.. missing wall.. where's my keys.."
He scratched his shoulder, his skin was itching where it had been burnt many years ago.
"Stupid keys.. where's.. ow.."

He rolled onto his back and looked up at the night sky. The stars blinked in and out, and the moon gazed back down at him.
'Am I on fire?' he thought. A red glow was lighting up the small space, but gradually fading into a more subtle gold. Ti rubbed his head, thinking he must have hit it harder than he thought. His vision started to blur.
'Not another concusion...' his thoughts trailed off as he dropped into unconciousness.

[Tainted]

Name: Zedrick von Ulrich

Age: Twenty-Eight.

Human Appearance: A young man of twenty or so, handsome to the point where women adore him, this helps to boost his charisma and persuasion. He has soft blonde hair and blue eyes brimming with life, his skin is fair and gracious, and everything about him appears perfect. Zedrick has a slim build, and is of average height. He wears a white short-sleeved shirt with gold trim, along with white pants and shoes. Looks to be a charmer, would woo any straight woman with ease by looks alone.

True Appearance: In his true form, Zedrick is not at all handsome. He has ebony hair that is of medium length, with bangs that often drift in front of his eyes. Zed has a grayish skin tone, making him appear almost dead, with deep black circles under his colorless eyes. He has sharp and angled features, a chiseled jaw and chin, and pointed cheekbones. His nose, formerly slender and graceful, is now broken, leaving a noticeable bump in the center and causing his nose to hook slightly downwards after the break. He is slightly taller, and a lot more muscular in his true form. Now he wears pure black armor, which encases his entire body save his head. Spiked gems of a slight greenish hue point wickedly from the elbows and knees of his armor, decorating the chest and shoulders of his armor as well. Wrapped around the left wrist of his armor is a dull gray chain. Draped from his back is a long black cape, tattered to a serious extent.

Personality: Absolutely wicked. Whatever he wants, he gets—and he will stop at nothing to get it. He is extremely intelligent. Hates to be beaten at anything, though, whether it is a physical competition or a mental one, he can’t stand to lose. When adrenaline pumps through his body he does not keep his cool, and tends to go absolutely crazy—killing everything and anything in sight. This also happens when he is angry, as he has an absolutely horrible temper.
In human form, however, he does he best to hide his true personality. He is a charming and witty individual who does not like to fight, and takes care of his family and friends before him. He uses this form to trick people, or obtain information he cannot get by normal means.

Weapon(s): Tyr is his first choice for weaponry. Tyr is a large two-handed sword that requires a massive amount of strength to wield. Its handle and hilt are pure black, except for a small green gem near the pommel. The blade itself is the only thing with any luster at all among Zedrick’s appearance. It is long and shiny, with wicked hooks and teeth for ripping the flesh of his opponents. In the blade, engraved running vertically to the hilt is the word “TYR.”
Aside from Tyr, Zedrick has a length of chain wrapped around his left wrist that can extend to roughly five feet, and he is proficient in unarmed combat as well.

Armor: Thin black armor encases his entire body except for his skull. Although it is thin, it has the strength of a thick steel plate, as it is made of a scarcely found metal present only in the Goron Mountains. It allows maximum mobility while still providing tons of protection. This armor is all in plates that were made to fit Zed’s exact proportions, so they fit him almost as clothing would. His armor consists of: bracers, gauntlets, a chest and back plate, a thigh, knee and shin guard for both back and front, boots, and a shoulder/neck piece that goes on last. It covers the shoulders and has two ridges on either side of the head to prevent blows aimed at the neck, and the cape comes from underneath each shoulder. Along with this, he wears a very thin sheet of mail underneath his armor to cover the joints that the armor needs to give him mobility.

Spells:
-(Light) Fatigue: Makes those targeted tire and fatigue, greatly affecting their stamina until it is either countered by a strengthening spell, or until they rest.
-(Forest) Manipulate: Allows Zedrick to call animals around him to his side to help him in battle. These “animals” normally are variants of stalfos or re-dead.
-(Fire) Arsonist: Zedrick breathes fire from his mouth to damage his enemies. Does not work on Gorons, or those immune to fire, for obvious reasons.
-(Water) Benumb: Makes those targeted feel extremely cold, to the point where they may not be able to perform in battle. Causes horrible shivering in those not used to the cold, or those that have lived in desert climates.
-(Spirit) Mental Inhabitation: Allows Zedrick to enter the mind of someone else and speak inside of their head. If they are weak-minded, Zedrick can get them to perform tasks for him. The stronger minded might simply shrug his attempt off.
-(Shadow) Apperception: Makes Zedrick invisible to the human eye.
-(Wind) Squall: Zedrick blows a huge gust of wind in the direction of his opponent, which will most often knock them off of their feet. If they are very small in stature it may send them flying back, but just as so if they are of huge nature like the Gorons—it may not affect them at all.
-(Earth) Seism: Allows Zedrick to warp the ground around him to his likings. Not necessarily to cause damage, just to split the earth, or section it off to his liking. Can be used to separate large groups of people into more easily handled amounts.
~("Rage" spell) Paroxysm: Zedrick’s body and weapons explode into purple flames. For the duration of this spell, Zedrick becomes immensely strong, to the extent of a God, but he becomes unaware of his surroundings. Through this strength he gains a sort of “tunnel-vision,” where Zed focuses only on one thing until he is done killing it. He cannot control himself in this stage, often killing his own side in a lustful craving for blood.

Strengths: A physical specimen, extremely strong, agile and swift. Few match his mental capabilities as well. In battle he is not as direct of an enemy as he seems—he often tries to weaken his opponent rather than face them when they are at their prime. He will do something to them, put thoughts in their head, a chill down their spine, or single them out from all their friends—and then face them one on one. Zedrick is definitely to be feared if you stand-alone against him.

Weaknesses: He is only one man, after all. Can be beaten with numbers and planning.

History: Innocence. Picture innocence. The epitome of innocence was Zedrick von Ulrich in his childhood, before the spirit of Ganon overtook him. He had bright blonde hair and blue eyes that burned with an adolescent incandescence. After the spirit intruded into his mind, his hair turned black and his skin grayed. His parents abandoned him at this point, when he was ten, for they saw him as a demon child. He became destructive and no one ever wanted to be around him. The orphanage tried to take care of him, but he was known for causing havoc. One day they put him in the corner for being a naughty child, and in his own anger and frustration he burnt the orphanage down without even knowing it. As the flames reached up to the heavens, he left—knowing that he would not be accepted in any terms of humanity.

He hated himself for this newly found power. He hated everything he was—he would’ve killed to be normal, he would’ve killed to not have to bear the burden of such weight. But then he noticed that these powers had potential—they could make him a God. But this power wasn’t enough, what good was power if it was solitary? He wanted people to know of his power, they wanted him to know his name and to fear it. And so, through his adolescence he began training in the sword.

At the age of fourteen he competed in his first sword competition—returning to Hyrule to do so. He won it, easily, defeating men twice his age with raw talent, formed mostly around agility and swiftness. It was at this point that he had begun to make a name for himself. The power-hungry thieves and the scum and villainy of the lands looked up to this “Zedrick von Ulrich”, while those noble and just did fear his name. Zedrick became an icon until he ‘fell.’ When Zedrick was around the age of sixteen he went into studying sorcery, and left the minds and gossip of Hyrulian citizens. Some wondered where he was—most were happy he was gone. He left, abandoned life for the second time, and this time when he did make another presence—they would remember his name not as a vicious swordsman. They wouldn’t even remember his name as an evil sorcerer. They would know his name as their ruler.

Other: Is known to be cannibalistic.

[Zedrick von Ulrich]
[\/:-‘~=o=~’-/]

There comes a time in every man’s life when he doubts that light at the end of the tunnel, when that light gradually dims in their eye. All men experience this doubt, this disbelief—even if for but a fragment of a second, it is there, and this is just enough to fuel the evil that does lurk at the end of that tunnel. For some would learn that the tunnel’s light is mere illusion, like an Anglerfish that uses it’s own light to lure prey. For at the end of every tunnel, and in every dark corner lurks an entity so vile, so concentrated of pure evil, that the mere sight of his eyes would paralyze most.

* * *

Zedrick von Ulrich trudged his heavy steel boots across the ground, the periodic thumping of steel against dirt sending shockwaves through the ground. His black hair drifted before his eyes, which were colorless, like cataracts. Deep black circles formed around his eyes, blending in gradually with his gray skin tone. He looked dead, particularly more deceased than he had looked the rest of his life. There was something brewing inside of him today, something that just wasn’t right.

Suddenly a bolt of energy jerked him alive as something filled his brain.
[Fear!]
He thought about the word. Fear, he knew it well, he was fear. Zedrick concentrated on the whereabouts and decided to begin slowly moving in that direction. It was not long before he had come across a peculiar sight.

It played at his mind, seeing such a creature before him, for what looked like a little dragon moped, sulking to himself.
[Hungry!]
There was that voice again, and Zedrick von Ulrich now knew who it belonged to. He breathed deeply and spoke in the high speech “Manipulate,” and from seemingly nowhere a deer walked up to Zed.

Still before the dragon, Zed clubbed the deer over the head with his closed fist, a resounding crack of bones crushing filling the air around. The deer fell limply to the ground, and Zedrick picked it up—holding it to his mouth. He breathed on the deer, blue flames now licking out from his mouth, and like a hog on a spittoon, he rotated his kill until it was sufficiently cooked.

Well, Zed had always liked his food raw, and he had not exactly skinned this kill for the dragon. Regardless, he presented it and the dragon happily began eating the deer.
“Yes, eat up,” Zed chuckled, “Grow, you could very well become a formidable ally.”

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Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Arnen]

~Name: Yahoot
~Age: 23
~Gender: Male
~Race: Hylian
~Alignment: Evil Minion (for now anyways)
~Looks: He has short, untidy blonde hair and green eyes. He stands at 7 feet and has a lean build. He has a grey steeple hat with a wide, floopy brim and a red band around the base. He wears a red tunic, black pants, black, knee-high boots and white gloves. He has three small, black belts wrapped around each of his forearms, white gloves and an orange scarf around his neck. He also wears a brown cloak on some occasions.
~Personality: This guy's a bit scatter-brained. He loves to make jokes during battle and is a bit quick to jump the gun at times. He can be a bit lazy and a bit of a coward at times, but he'll stick to a job as long as he gets paid. He'll do anything for gold. He's highly unpredictable.
~Weapon(s): A hammer made from a durable metal and a seemingly endless supply of bombs.
~Armor: He wears no armor
~Attacks:
-Bing, Bang, Boom: Yahoot throws three bombs in a triangular formation, anything within the triangle explodes.
-Earth Cracker: Yahoot pounds the ground with his hammer, causing the earth to split.
-Beserker: After recieving a fair bit of damage, Yahoot goes completely beserk. He'll attack the enemy with everything his got, ignoring all his injuries. The only way to snap him out of it is to defeat him.
~Strengths: Increadably fast and has high endurance. He never seems to tire out.
~Weaknesses: He can be easily be bought off with money. He's vunerable in the air.
~History: He's a mercenary, well known in the criminal underworld. He's notorious for his flair for property damage and his lust for money Yahoot's happy-go-lucky and joking personality makes him appear weak, but when he's in battle, he always comes out on top.
~Relations:
~Other:

I hope I'm not too late.

Of course not! Yay, Yahoot's back! Now Seyelin has someone to blame stuff on... *reminisces*

[The_Missing_Link]

Name: Kaie Hamilton
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Time Period: 2005, USA (Maryland, if you want specifics)
Looks 1: Sort of on the medium/tall side, around 5'6. She's naturally thin but well built, muscles hidden very well. Her hair is a dark chocolate and hangs down a little lower than her chin. Bangs shield blue/gray eyes, enticing but deadly to look at for long. She wears a long-sleeved blue shirt and jeans with sneakers. Her birthmark is located on her right thigh
Looks 2: Still the same height but her hair is longer and dirty blond instead of brown. Her clothes consist of a royalblue tunic, a black belt with sheathes to hold her weapons, black tights, and black boots that are sturdy yet light and comfortable. And of course, her ears are now pointy and despite everything Kaie does, they poke through her hair
Personality: Think of her as the ultimate gamer nerd, obsessed with games like Ocarina of Time and the Mario series. She's not really the best at figuring puzzles out without help but she has plenty of spunk to persevere through anything tough that comes her way. She also has the temper to boot, especially if someone messes with her. Her parents accept her gaming ways as she pleases them by playing sports, as many as she can handle at any one time
Element: Light
Weapon: Twin long daggers, both of the same shape and build but one is encrusted with a ruby and the other, a sapphire. Both cannot rust or be destroyed in any way at all and with a little bit of energy pushed in, both can pulsate faintly with light
Shield: Her shield looks suspiciously like the famed Mirror Shield, but the border is royalblue instead of red and in the middle, the etching is one big sun. It can reflect light though
Instrument: A clarinet, but smaller and without a lot of the keys. Still produces the same sound though
Items: A small, brown leather bag with two drawstrings hanging out. It contains some food, medicinal herbs and flint
Spells:
- Can produce light from her tips of her daggers to either blind enemies or use as a guide in darkness
- Can heal any small-to-medium size wound, including her own. Works better when at full strength
Ability: Has an amazing ammount of accuracy (think of Legolas and his bow and arrows). She can maim an enemy at lengths which no one can dream of even competing against
Rage: Her hair goes pure blond and eyes a bright copper. Anything emitting light is at her bidding, including the sun (which she can also use to burn things, blind foes or make plants wither)
Familiar: A Dinolfos, which she named Orion
Strengths: Has gymnastic-like abilites and is decent when it comes to stealth and speed
Weaknesses: Despite playing games without any fear of it, Kaie is afraid of death and darkness. She doesn't do well at night and if there's no moon out, it can take quite a lot to get her to do something adventerous. She also can't solve puzzles without some sort of aid
History: The only child in a regular family, she lives a pretty normal life, except without the joys of friendship. Instead of moping around, she puts all her time into her games, sports and school, becoming a well-rounded person, although she still wishes for a bond she's never had
Relations: Open


Kaie Hamilton - America, 2005
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I cautiously pressed the buttons and felt my back creak in pain as I tried to get Banjo near a jiggy without getting killed by the propellers. Deemed the hardest level in the game, I had already died twice trying to complete the level and my nerves were a bit more than frayed.

"C'mon, a bit closer," I murmured, using the button to make him swim slowly as opposed to using Kazooie to make him swim faster. "I swear to god, I will throw this damn controller into the TV if I don't make it."

Moments later, I had gotten the jiggy but the propeller kill Banjo, leaving me with one life left. Putting the game on pause, I put the controller on the floor and stood up to stretch, trying to ease my aching back. As I walked towards the kitchen to get a snack, I heard the unmistakable sound of the TV getting turned off. Looking up at the microwave clock, I huffed in frustration as 12:00 blinked back at me.
"You have got to be ****** me," I snapped.
I ran back towards the Nintendo 64 and glared at the place that usually indicated that the system was turned on, by means of a purple light. Of course, the light was absent, which meant I was beyond screwed.
"What a perfect end to a perfect day," I said sarcastically. "First I spend two hours trying to get through a goddamn level with no success and now, a freak power outage ruins my every hope of completing this game. This blows."

Although I knew I would never get the game back on by messing with the power cables, my mind wasn't exactly on the straight path at the moment and reached behind the TV to deal with the cables. As I ran a hand over a damaged cord, the power suddenly came back on and who know's how many bolts of electricity ran through me. A bright yellow light flashed in front of my eyes before turning into a soft gold. Before I knew what had happened, my body hit the floor and I passed out.
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OOC: Sorry with the cursing. If you want me to take it out, I will ^^;

[Arnen]

Nah. About the cursing, I don't mind ass, damn, and hell, but anything worse than that must be censored, at least all but the first letter. Also, Silent Stryker, you have till Tuesday night to post or I'm posting without you.

[Mystic_clown]

Yahoot
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A sharp wind blew as the mercenary Yahoot searched for his next job. One hand holding onto a sheet of paper, the other preventing his hat from being blown off. As he walked, Yahoot reread the message he had gotten repeatedly in his mind.

Yahoot

I have heard of your extrodinary talents and I wish to hire you for a few "odd jobs". I assure you, this is not a trap by the authorities and the pay for completing these tasks will make any other wage you've recieved seem insignificant. I can't tell you where to meet me, but I'm sure you'll find me.

Zedrick von Ulrich

Normally, Yahoot wouldn't be interested in things like this unless he knew all the facts, but this time it was different. The promised pay was too much for the wealth loving mercenary to resist. Also, this Zedrick had signed his name in blood, proving that this indeed wasn't a trick by the authorities. His trail of thought was broken by what appeared to be a growling sound nearby. Yahoot's curiosity got the better of him as he walked towards the sound to investigate. Pearing behind a rock, his jaw dropped at what he saw. In front of him was a dragon like creature easting on a dear. Not to far away, a hidious looking man in black armour stood, watching as the dragon feasted. Yahoot stared at the sight, having never seen anything like this before. The man seemed to notice Yahoot's presence and looked over at his direction.
"You!" he called out, pointing towards the Hylian. Knowing it was pointless to hide, Yahoot stepped out from behind the rock, his massive hammer ready incase he needed it. The man looked over him as he approached. A cruel smirk spread across his face.
"You must be Yahoot," the man said, extending his hand, "I've been waiting for you." Yahoot smiled. This man must be this Zedrick von Ulrich.
"At your service, boss," Yahoot replied, taking his hand.

Not a bad intro if I do say so myself.

[SWAMPERT1]

Please note that I am going to be very busy until my final exams end in 3 weeks. I just have alot of homework on my hands and I hope you under stand. The post will probably be not that long because I have very little time to post here.

Heroes
~Name: Lee Kenta
~Age: 17
~Gender: Male
~Time Period: Early 2040’s
~Looks 1: He is 6’2” with an athletes build. He has a tan from playing outside all the time and it goes well with his dark black hair. His hair is medium length and does not cover a lot past his ears and the bangs just barley get past his eyebrows. He wears a black shirt with camo patterned shorts that go to his knees. On his feet he has a pair of ankle socks and a pair of shoes that look like basketball shoes from the 1980s. Finally, his birth mark is right above his left elbow.
~Looks 2: In Hyrule Lee has the same body build except for a few things. His clothing is now the same “Sheik” suit Zelda wore in Ocarina of Time. He now has a slight stumble and know he has two black diamond marking under each eye that go / away from his mouth on the left eye and vis-versa for the other eye.
~Personality: Lee is generally nice. He can have a nasty temper if he is forced too. He loves to go fishing and loves to sharp shoot with bows and rifles which has made him have incredible accuracy in projectiles.
~Element: Shadow/ Sheikah
~Weapon: Throw stars (like ninja stars). These are 6 point star shaped.
~Shield: Lee dosnt have a huge shield but has two small fist size ones of each fist that are imbedded into his gauntlet.
~Instrument: A guitar made of fish bone, made by the Zora
~Items: Lee’s pack is a small sash that hangs off his back like a backpack. He only cares some bandages in it and a bit of fruit in case he gets hurt or hungery.
~Spells: Two to start, nothing too powerful
-Vanish (Goes invisible for a short time period)
-Speed (Lee gets more an adrenaline rush and can move at un-seeable speeds.)
~Ability: Lee has the ability to track foot prints, smells, ect. EXTREMLY well.
~Rage: Lees hair goes red and silver, muscles become larger meaning strength goes up.
~Familiar: Poe (Big) that he calls, well, Poe XD.
~Strengths: agility, strength & intelligence
~Weaknesses: Is not THE strongest person ever but then again, he isn’t weak. He doesn’t always think things through properly before he acts though.
~History: Lee was an only child so he got spoiled in his younger years which made him a snob as a kid. He got picked on also when he was a child but once he got to older and went to high school he turned out to be one of the “cool” kids. His father died when Lee entered Grade 9 from a stroke. (sorry that’s the best I could think of) X]
~Relations: Open
~Other: N/A

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Lee Kenta
"RIIIIIING!"

That was the bell and it only ment one thing. I know have to go to my class for another day of Advance Algebra. I talked to another kis in my class who was also going to the same class and we began to whine and complain about how much our teacher must hate us. We thought there was no other reason why he would give such hard work. After a few seconds to pack our bags, we headed off.

"This is going to suck man!" He said to me after we had entered the math wing of the school.

"I know" I said, "But I guess it has to be done."

We walked a little further when I was approuched by this huge S.O.B. (I knew the guy, well, sorta. You see I was supposed to go to his house and tutor him but one day when I went there his 16 year old sister, who is pretty good looking, opened the door and said the her brother wasnt there. She then invited me in and we kinda fooled around. Anyways, her brother found out and is probably wanting to kill me.) He said that he wanted to fight.

"No thanx." I said politely to him, "I don't want to fight."

"Why the flying **** not?" He yelled an inch away from my face.

"Because I don't fight monkeys, I train them!" I yelled back and of course by this time a whole pile of kids had gathered around yelling things like "Fight, Fight, Fight", or "Kick his ass!" and other things of that sort.

The guy then threw a punch and koncked me in the nose. It began to bleed insanely and before I could try to punch back, he hit me again.

I then saw a dark purple colour that faded to gold. Then before I hit the ground, I fainted.

[SilentStryker17]

Quick post to let you know I will be participating. I will edit this with my entrance soon

[Bulbasaur4]

Ryua
~ Dracling ~

Ryua glanced up at the strange figure who stood before him, fear ebbing on the edge of his mind. However... instead of trying to slash Ryua, pound Ryua, chase or hurt Ryua... the man attacked some thing else. A deer. THe deer was instantly killed and roasted in the air, and the figure then sat the charcoaled figure upon the ground. Normally perhaps the dracling would have been terrified... a big, powerful figure had just killed an animal about four times it's size. Ryua also was a keen magic-senser, and he could almost feel the sting of the wild magic that flowed about this man's body. Yet... Ryua was extremely hungry, and the pain from leaving the rat body was still eating away at him.

With slight hesitation, Ryua approached the cooked meat. The sensation of the wafting smell was overwhelming. With little hesitation, suddenly Ryua plunged his muzzle into the tender underside of the deer. His sharp teeth easily plunged through the skin and tenderly ripped shreds of warm flesh off. The sickening smell of burned fur and flesh didn't seem to both Ryua's senses, as the succulent juices escaped from the deer and flecked upon his tongue. With in a few moments, Ryua sensed some thing else nearing... and while he was still feasting, he managed to keenly watch the new figure and the old one converse with one eye. In just a matter of a few minutes, Ryua's cravings were filled and he stopped. A good dent had been gored out of the deer's underside, and Ryua's scrawny body was a bit plump from the gorging meal.

Unsure of what to do... Ryua arched his neck slightly, letting his ice-bitten gaze stare at both of the figures, but primarily the one who had killed the deer. Leave? Stay? Run? Ryua wasn't sure... if he ran, perhaps the figure would give chase or kill him. Stay? Well... the same things could happen. Yet, while the figure seemed very omnious and threatening... some how Ryua didn't feel threatened. As if the threats... were not at him in a way.

So... Ryua stayed.

[Arnen]

Er, I have to do research for an English project tonight, only have a second, just posting to say I will post again tomorrow.

[Arnen]

Late again... Sorry... Also, red text is Din speaking, blue is Nayru, and green is Farore.

(OMNISCENT POV)

The call has been answered, sisters... There came a comforting voice like wind through the trees.

Yes, but they do not seem very capable... There answered a fierce voice that resonated pure strength.

Calm yourself, sister. Their full potential has not awakened yet. I imagine they will be quite capable once it has been tapped... The voice was calm and steady and sounded infinitely wise.

I think they are coming around. The first voice said.

Eight human teenagers had heard voices in their sleep. And now they opened their eyes to the seemingly limitless Chamber of the Sages. The place was lit by a soft blue glow that seemed to be coming from columns of a blue liquid that cascaded downwards from an unseen ceiling. Each lay on his or her own platform, eight arranged around a central triangle composed of three smaller golden triangles.

As the first began to wake and look about them, various cries of shock echoed throughout the chamber. Though the voices had not been speaking any language they had ever heard before, they understood it perfectly.

Children... The three voices were in perfect harmony as they spoke together in that strange tongue. One of the eight muttered something to the extent that they were no longer a child. You are now in the Land of Hyrule... One brown-haired girl muffled a gasp. You have been summoned because a sacred power lies within you, one that has been lying dormant for generations. We are going to awaken this power. Are you ready? Eight heads nodded.

A golden light enveloped the Chamber and the eight were lifted into the air. They glowed the colors of their respective elements and began to change, and then they disappeared.

... Will they be able to handle our mistake though?
Don't fret, sister. I'm sure they will be able...
But he could be the end of everything!
We shall have to worry about that when the need arises. For now, Dragmire is our concern.
If only we hadn't made it so we couldn't directly intervene...
It was for the best.
Yes, imagine the chaos that would insue if we were to interfere.
True, but imagine the chaos that WILL occur when he gains what he needs!
They may catch on before it comes to that.
... I fear the worst for our people, the destruction that such chaos will spawn...

OoC: Whew! Finalement! I'll give Paul and SS a little bit to post and then I'll introduce Seyelin and continue with the story ^_^

[Arnen]

Wow. this is kinda sad. Last three posts by moi.

~`~`Andrea DeSanne, aka "Arnen" - Temple of Time`~`~

I found myself in a large chamber full of people dressed in strange clothing, all of them seemingly around my age. I had been awakened by voices in my head that claimed to be Goddesses, but common sense told me this could not be so. Whatever the case, I soon found myself being liften into the air surrounded by an azure light. A tingling sensation spread from the birthmark on my hand, which began to glow blue, and I shut my eyes tightly against the prickling pain that worked its aay across my skin. It intesnified below the elbows and knees, and at the back of the head. I didn't dare open my eyes. Then another gloden light and I passed out again.
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When I came to once more, I was in another large room I did not recognize, only this time it was stone and not quite as huge. I was lying on a white marble floor and I heard people shouting and footsteps pounding around me. Several men dressed in robes were rushing out of this place I was in. Upon sitting up and looking around, I saw it looked like a church of some sort. There was a black marble alter at one end with three stones set in it, glittering brightly.

I heard a groan behind me and turned around, and gasped. On the floor there lay four people, including one child who had just awoken, but there were also three strange creatures I didn't recognize at all. I uttered some sort of panicked half-scream and scrambled back against a wall, shutting my eyes tightly again and humming some half-remembered childhood song to try and distract myself from waht was going on around me.

OoC: She is humming "Frere a Jacque" (sp?) because I can't think of any other French nursury songs, ok? XP And yes, Cye has already woken up, hope that's ok. She hasn't noticed Kaele yet. Everyone is speaking in Hylian, and it sounds to them like their native language (but just put it in English for simplicity's sake). Seyelin will be emerging from the path to Termina as soon as the Heroes and Kaele leave the Temple.

[RaZoR LeAf]

^ˆ^ Ti Muinat - Lost and Confused ^ˆ^

Ti's head spun, he tried to stand but couldn't. He looked around, seeing only darkness. He tried to rub his eyes but couldn't. It were as if he was awake, but unable to move. He noticed, amongst eh swirling lights before his eyes, that he was not alone. A number of other people stood nearby, spread out in a circle. Some looked as though they had walked out of history books, others he wasn't sure about. A voice filled his head, asking him question he didn't know the answers to. He nodded for the sake of nodding. Suddenly a searing pain flared up in his shoulder. It felt as hot as the first time he had burnt himself. His turned went red, then, everything went black.

Ti blinked. His vision was blurred and all he could see shadows of stone walls. He moved, and this time felt himself move. He put a hand on his head, rubbing his skull.
I must have hit my head harder than I thought. It feels like a rock
Ti ran a hand through his goatee, noticing that it felt rougher, and grittier than usual. He blinked a few more times in order to regain focus. Lying on the floor nearby were the same people he had seen in his drunken dream. Atleast, he thought they were, they all wore strange clothing, and some.. some weren't even human.
Absynth will never catch on.. it's ruined my head in one night..

Ti heard a groan, a small child in green clothes was waking up. It was followed by a half muted scream, as some kind of blue skinned fish person threw itself backwards against the wall. Ti looked around the room. Marble walls, stained glass windows, some kind of black stone plateau. Rustling of feet, Ti saw several robed people peering through a large stone archway. Nervously, Ti held his hands up before his eyes. Huge, blocky, granite stone hands. He flicked his eyes left to right. tattoos twisted around massive stone, muscular arms.

"What am I.."

[Krystalline Kabutops]

*~\ Cye Korena /~*

Where... Where was I? I didn't rightfully know. What I did know was that it was a big place, and there were other teens around me... I could hear three voices in my head. I'd always suspected I was a little loopy, but this seemed to be the confirmation. When they finished talking, my body lifted into the ear, and my line of sight was filled with a dark green light. I felt a prickling all along my body, like being stabbed with thousands of needles. I witnessed a flash of light, gold this time, and then lost conciousness once again.

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I regained conciousness quickly, my limbs still tingling somewhat. I groaned, opened my eyes and sat up, taking in my surroundings disbelievingly. I was in a large, stone room, in which there seemed to be an obsidian alter. Hearing a gasp, I turned around to see a fish-girl fall against a wall, cover her ears and start humming.

It was only then that I noticed the others on the floor near me. There were several strange and bizarre creatures, one of which resembled a stone carving. It was exaiming it's hands as if it had never seen them before. It was just then that a lock of long, black hair fell into my vision. Confused, I grabbed on it and pulled.

"Ow!" I yelped, letting it go. Wait... That hurt? That meant that it was MINE... For the first time since waking up, I examined myself. And what I found, I didn't like.

I was now wearing a green tunic, long-sleeved, along with a green kilt and pants. I noticed on my right hand that my birthmark had relocated. Suddenly, something hit me; the limbs I was seeing were too small to be my own... These were a CHILD'S limbs.

"What the f*cking HELL is going on?"

[Mystic_clown]

I'm postin to let you guys know I'm still in this. I'm just waiting for Tainted to post.

[Tainted]

Sorry about the wait-- I haven't been at my house since before the party Friday.

[Zedrick von Ulrich]
[\/:-‘~=o=~’-/]

“You must be Yahoot,” Zedrick spoke coldly, a sinister grin slipping across his face. He extended his hand, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Yahoot met the outstretched hand firmly, shaking it, “At your service, boss.”

Zedrick noticed Yahoot was quite the character, judging solely by looks alone. Was he loyal, though? That was the true question that Zedrick needed to find out, it didn’t matter how a person looked, or how they carried themselves. All Zed worried about was if they could carry their weight in a fight and if they weren’t going to run away with their pecker between their legs.

“Yahoot, meet—” Zedrick stopped, now that he thought about it, he wasn’t quite sure of the dracling’s name. “Well, to be honest I’m not quite sure of his name. But I think he could be quite the adversary for anyone who dares step before my path.”
“About that, Zedrick, why did you send for me?” Yahoot asked
“Surname, Yahoot, you call me von Ulrich. Friends call me Zedrick, and I don’t have many of them.”
“Of course, von Ulrich.”
Zedrick nodded, “You have quite a name for yourself, Yahoot. That’s why you’re here right now. Your reputation is astounding, the best I’ve ever heard—and I want to see it in action. I’ve got all the coin in the world to give away, and I’m sure you’ll be glad to take it, I just ask that you give me your complete loyalty, for what I plan to do may be the most sinister thing ever planned.”
Yahoot grinned, “And what would that be, von Ulrich?”
“I’ve got wealth, I’ve got power, but I want more. I want to be known, feared, and respected.” He paused, “I want the crown, Yahoot, I want the crown of thorns crooked upon my skull—the King of all, the Ruler of all, I want it all. And if a man like you chooses to take my side, you could make one hell of a load of coin, I’m talking so much gold you’ll be bathing in it.”
Yahoot’s eyes lit up.
“So I ask, Yahoot, and I ask with about as much emotion as I can express,” Zedrick reached into his pocket and pulled out a torn and ripped piece of parchment. Upon it was a bunch of jumbled words, not neatly written—almost illegible. “I ask that you sign this, you sign over your complete loyalty.”

Zedrick grasped Yahoot’s wrist and held up his hand. With one pointed fingernail, he pierced the skin of Yahoot’s index finger. Yahoot drew himself back and looked up at Zedrick, contemplating the offer.

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Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Mystic_clown]

Yahoot
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Yahoot looked at the 'contract' before me. he wasn't sure that handing over his loyalty wasn't the only thing this man wanted. But then he remembered the reward.
you could make one hell of a load of coin, I’m talking so much gold you’ll be bathing in it.”
That was the thing that clinched it. Using his bleeding finger, Yahoot quickly wrote his signiature on the paper. Von Ulrich smiled as he put the paper back into his pocket.
"Welcome aboard," he said. Yahoot looked at his bleeding finger and then back at Von Ulrich.
"What's the first assignment boss?" he asked. His new employer remained silent for a few seconds before speaking out.
"I want the crown," he said.
"What?" Yahoot asked, not understanding what he meant.
"I want the crown of the king of Hyrule. you will bring it for me!" Yahoot thought about this. The security at the palace was no joke. But then again, Von Ulrich wouldn't order him to do it if he couldn't.
"Alright," Yahoot finally replied. Meet me at the Starlight Tavern in Hyrule city." ulrich shook his head.
"No, meet me at the gates. Yahoot tipped his hat as he turned to leave.
"Alright then. whatever suits ya."

[Arnen]

Uh, Kalad, I'm kinda waiting on you, man.

Note: The following post contains some rather detailed gore. Do not read if squeemish. Otherwise I think you will find this very cool (pardon the pun). The black text is the mysterious Voice.

~^*Seyelin-Entrance to Hyrule from the Kokiri Forest*^~

A figure wandered through the forests bordering Hyrule like something frozen in time. A black scarf billowed behind as he stepped lightly over fallen branches and other obstacles with a cat's grace, as if he didn't even notice. A hand covered by a thick plated gauntlet reached to brush back a few strands of silver hair.

He stopped. A sound in a bush behind him had alerted him, and slowly he drew a long, wicked blade from the sheath at his side. The twin curving blades gleamed darkly in the moonlight, about to taste blood for the first time.

A howl split the night air as the wild form of a Wolfos leapt from the surrounding vegetation. It leapt at its intended victim, it's crooked teeth gnashing hungrily. It was ravenous and thin from days without eating, and now it had its evil little mind set on making a meal of the silent figure.

Just as it would have latched its maw on his arm, the figure ducked to the side, landing in a half-crouching position, and, reaching up, laid a single finger on the beast's shrunken chest.

A crackling sound ensued, and a layer of solid ice spread across its body from the point of contact. It howled in agony as the tissues nearest the ice were frozen to death, while its heart remained beating slowly even as ice covered its mouth and nose.

The frozen body fell to the ground, with the faintest thud against the soft undergrowth. The silent figure commenced to behead the beast with his sword, splattering the blood that pumped through its still-beating heart against the sword, his clothes, the trees nearby. Cold blue eyes glared from behind the now bloodstained scarf, listlessly examining the headless corpse.

So... This is what has become of me, is it? thoughts ran through his head.

He felt the Voice calling him to the west as surely as if he were attached to a string tugging him. Without really knowing why or how, he had called upon the power of the mountain winds within him and had begun to rise into the air. The mythril chain that hung at his right side clinked as the wind rose around him. Willing himself to fly to the west, he rose above the treetops and let the wind carry him towards the soothing Voice.
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He was flying over a castle. It was still very early and the sky was dark, and the torches hung in the sconces about the drawbridge cast a flickering orange glow over the moat. He flew straight over the walls and, once inside, lowered himself to the ground on the cobbled street. The Voice was telling him which way to go. He could see from his current vantage that it was a large cathedral of some kind, and he could see some sort of disturbance stirring outside. Running over so as not to attract unwanted attention, Seyelin saw a crowd consisting mostly of priests and the warrior monks who doubtlessly protected the sacred place. One man turned and gaped at him.

"Demon!" he uttered, his jaw quivering in obvious fear as he raised an accusing finger. "Murdering spirit! Devilish ghost from beyond the grave! What dark magic keeps you in this world?!"

A leer that could make the blood run cold. A voice issued from behind the scarf, resonant and sounding not at all human. "I know nothing of dark magic..." A pause, as if the sound of his own voice was startling.

Kiiiilllllllll.......

Without waiting for a response, his left hand went to the chain at his side. Slowly, he drew it out and clenched it tightly. He wanted to kill. He felt the strange satisfaction he had felt after his encounter with the Wolfos in the forest, and as he pondered this, spikes began to grow along the length of the chain. Gasps issued from the congregation around him, and some turned to run, but it was too late for them.

Whipping around, he lashed out at the nearest priest. A muffled scream as the spiked chain coiled around his neck and snapped back, breaking his neck with a sickening crack. The air chilled and the rest stared horrified, rooted to the spot, unable to flee to save their lives. With bloody blade and wicked chain they were cut down.

The figure sheathed his sword and returned the chain to its original state, hooking it back around his belt. Casting an uncaring gaze across the bloodbath around him, he trudged up the steps and looked up. Ornate carvings featuring triangle shapes, angel's wings, and dragons covered the ancient stone doors.

Seyelin effortlessly threw open the heavy doors and entered the Temple of Time.

[The_Missing_Link]

Kaie Hamilton
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I awoke to find myself in a little area with a bunch of other teens around my age. Feminine voices who claimed to be goddesses raged through my mind, but I was too confused to concentrate and zoned out until I was knocked out again.

Eventually, I woke up in a crisp, white marble room with a pedastal in the middle and what looked to be a altar at the far end. Seeing that most of the others were awake, I got up and headed towards the altar. In it contained three precious gems, softly twirling around as if to say they were the most important jewels in the world.
"I must be dreaming," I muttered, quickly thinking back to my living room. Turning around, I slightly gasped as familiar creatures looked at themselves and others, confused and slightly fearful at what they were seeing while one was crouching against the wall and humming, very much frightened at what she probably saw. I pinched myself to get out of this weird dream, but I didn't wake up and sighed in vain.
"What am I?" One asked.
"What the f*cking HELL is going on?" Another seethed.
"It appears we're in a video game, or perhaps another world, although that would be very coincedental." I walked back towards the center of the room and frowned. "Namely, in Ocarina of Time."
"What exactly is a 'video game'?" The girl, or rather, a Zora, stood up. "And what am I?"
"You've never heard of a video game? It's a technological system used for entertainment. You hook it up to a TV and play games."
She looked at me quizzically, along with a few others.
"Let me ask you something..."
"Andrea. Arnen for short."
"Arnen, what year is it?"
She stared at me with a weird look on her face. "1781, of course."
"No it's not, it's 2012!" A Deku shot back.
"And to me, it's 2005," I said. "This is quite peculiar. It appears that all of us are from different decades, centuries for some."
"Why are we here though?" the Zora sputtered. "And what the hell am I?"
"I don't know why we're here, but we were chosen for some reason. Since those gemstones are there, we must be here after Link arrived, quite possibly in the Hyrule future. Most likely, Ganondorf is behind this."
"Who is Ganondorf?" the Gerudo asked.
"He's an evil sorceror who's tried to take over Hyrule many times but failed to Link and his counterparts. How he escaped though, that's beyond me. Most likely, we were summoned to stop him."
I looked at the Zora again and sighed with pity.
"I'm sorry for not answering your question. You are a Zora, a fishlike creature with the ability to breathe and swim quickly underwater. Obviously, you can survive above water as well but you function better in the water."
I moved to the one who questioned his identity.
"You are a Goron. Gorons usually live in mountains although they're able to adapt almost anywhere except water. You can survive in extreme heat and your skin is your offense and defense."
I moved on to the Kokiri, but he waved me off.
"The game came out before I was whisked away here," he replied. "I've never played the game but I watched my friends a little bit and came to acknowledge what a Kokiri was."
I moved on to the Rito, Skeikah, Gerudo and Deku and explained what they were before coming back to the center.
"Well, out of process of elimination, I can assume I'm probably a Hylian."
I reached up to check my elfish ears and nodded.
"A Hylian most closely resembles a human, as you can all see. There's nothing really special about them except their ears, which looks likes elves' ears if you know what they are. Link, the Master of Time, was Hylian himself despite the fact that he was raised in the Kokiri Forest."
I stopped to massage my throat a bit and then continued on.
"That's all I can really explain for now. Again, I don't know our exact purpose here or even if Ganondorf is behind it all but hopefully my knowledge of the game will help us in the future."

[Bulbasaur4]

Ryua
~ That Little Dracling ~

Ryua blinked slightly, watching the two figures talk and for once, Ryua thought he could understand what they were saying- at least, a little bit. This pleased him immensely, although he wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was because to him... knowing things were like a new art- learning.
Grawww.. Ryua sighed lightly, for he was rather unseen as of now. The figure had seemed to remark some thing about his name, but Ryua took a while to comprehend it. Then the dark figure turned to the newer figure and talked... until suddenly the new figure left. It was all very confusing.

Ryua yawned and then blinked as the dark figure turned to Ryua.
[ Ryua ]
He said lightly, his thought speech not really growing but becoming clear on the short words or phrases that he knew.

[Tainted]

[Zedrick von Ulrich]
[\/:-‘~=o=~’-/]

[Ryua] The little dragon spoke to Zedrick as he had before. The feeling of having another inside of his own head was becoming a bit easier to take. At first it had shocked him, but now he only noticed it minimally. Zedrick realized that Ryua must’ve been his name. The little bugger appeared to be growing bored, as he yawned and looked up at the towering dark figure of Zedrick.

“I’m hungry—what about you?” Zed asked, picking at one of his teeth with a sharp fingernail.
Ryua burped pleasantly.
“Ah, that’s right. You already ate. Well, I’d better find something while I’m waiting for Yahoot to come back.” Zedrick looked around, eyeing nothing to his liking in sight. “Where’s a plump bodied human when you need one?”

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Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[Arnen]

OoC: Er, let's assume Seyelin isn't actually bursting in till after kalad posts, which he says he will soon >_>;

~`~`Andrea DeSanne, aka Arnen - Temple of Time`~`~

"Oh, parfait*..." I grumbled. Strange creatures, people from the future... Maybe I had hit my head as I fell from my horse.

"So what you are saying is that we were all summoned here to combat some great evil sorcerer?" I said skeptically with a shake of my head.

"Yeah. My name is Kaie, by the way," the girl, the mad one, said. I nodded, for the first time having a look at myself.

Well, I was wearing clothes of some tight black material, which was better than a dress or a skirt, I thought. They were a bit... revealing, however. My skin was a pearly seafoam-white color, and upon closer examination I found it to be covered in scaled, like a fish. Fins that faded from darker blue to black protruded from my upper arms and calves, and when I felt of the back of my head I discovered that it went back in a conical fin shape as well. My birthmark was now a bruised-looking blue on the fin on my left arm.

I saw a small pile of belongings near me that I guessed were mine. It included a silver halberd and an oddly-shaped shield and a fish-scale puch. I bent down and picked them up. The halberd had a rope around it and I tied it around my back so it could be easilly drawn, though I didn't know what to do with such a weapon. The shield fit nicely over my right arm. The pouch I also slung over my shoulder.

I looked up at the others who were there. They were speaking, and I realized that though the words came out in some strange tongue, I understood it as plainly as common French!

"If only Henri were here, he will have loved this..."

[kalad1]

Kaele
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I looked at the group with suprise, it wasn't everyday that a group of people appeared before you in a flash of golden light. There seemed to be one for all the races of Hyrule. I looked them over a bit, then my eyes fell upon the Zora lady.

My heart skipped a beat, she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen! She was exquisite, an embodiment of pure beauty!

Suddenly, I heard the pained screams of the monks, turning around, a figure burst into the room, wielding a sword dripping with blood...

[Arnen]

Battle time! Yahoot may or may not be joining us, he hasn't gotten back to me. Also, forgot about this, parfait is French for perfect, not a type of yogurt XP

~`~`Andrea DeSanne, aka Arnen - Temple of Time`~`~

I noticed there was still one man -- a Hylian or whatever they were called -- in the temple. He had a scruffy look about him and he seemed to be staring at me.

Before I could say anything, I heard screams, and sickening sounds like people being killed. I shuddered, clumsily drawing the halberd. I held it in front of me, not knowing what to do.

The doors were thrown open and in stepped a small figure. Judging by the size he was several years younger than me. He wore a scarf taht concealed most of his face and carried a bloody sword. I tensed, closing my eyes tightly yet again. I was afraid.

[Krystalline Kabutops]

*~\ Cye Korena /~*

So, I was a Kokiri... Damn. That wasn't good. Sure, I was immortal in a sense, but that's not so great if you're stuck at twelve years old for the whole time. Looking down to my right, I saw I pile of equipment. A long Deku stick, a spiked wooden shield, a wooden horn, and a bark-vine bag were all things that I noticed. Stuffing the horn into the bag, I put it on, and picked up the stick and shield. Examining its length, I discovered a small catch. I flipped it, and the stick split into two, a pair of blades sliding out.

"Cool..." I murmured, staring at the two blades avidly. SUddenly, I hurt yells, then a shing, and the sound of something fleshy falling to the floor. The doors flew open, and in walked a boy. He was pale as a ghost, and looked to me to be a few years older than my current form. A long, black scarf covered most of his face, and a helix sword, dripping with blood, was gripped in his hand.

I tensed, holding my pair of scythes at the ready. We'd just arrived here, and we were already expected to fight someone this menacing? Whoever was in charge must have been having a good laugh at our expense right now.

[Mystic_clown]

Yahoot
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The Hylian mercenary strode almost silently through the streets of Hyrule, his eyes set on the castle in the distance. Despite his strange attire, very few people noticed him and continued with their business.
Step 1: head to the palace.
Step 2: I'l make this up later.
Step 3: hand the crown to Von Ulrich
A blood curdling scream broke Yahoot from his trail of thought. The scream seemed to come from the temple of time.
What was that?
He knew what his mission was, but the wanting to find out what had happened overcame him. Gripping his hammer underneath his cloak, he headed towards the temple of time.

Yahoot's stared down at the dead bodies laying before him. This was something Yahoot was used to, but he still had to ask.
"What happened here?" Yahoot noticed the bloody footprints heading to the temple. He approached the doors and peeked in. He could see a group of people there, but more importantly, a terminian boy standing not to far from him. He looked as pale as a ghost and was carrying a bloody sword.
He must be the one who killed them.
By the looks of things, a fight was abuot to break out. A hidious smirk spread across the hylian's features.
I'll just hang around a bit and see how this turns out.

[kalad1]

OOC:sorry about the length
Kaele
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Having my reverie of adoring the beautiful Zora broken, I quickly turned around, screams are not a good thing. Seeing the dead looking person standing there with the bloody sword, I knew he wasn't going to talk.

I took a ready stance and drew my sword, I held it ready and said, "You're fighting me!" With that, I jumped forward, pressing the attack.

[Arnen]

Well, pyroman doesn't seem up to the burden of actually RPing (his last post was actually two sentances, I wrote it out for him), and he'd be too much of a godmodder/threat to other PCs/etc. so he's out of the RPG. If anyone wants to take his character, you're welcome to it. He was whining and just plain pissing me off on AIM, so, yeah Andrew, I went there. And, yes, I did block you.

[SWAMPERT1]

Lee Kenta
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I awoke from my blackout and to my surprise, I was outside under a sunny, blue sky. I pulled myself up into a sitting position to get a better view of my surroundings.

I was on an old stone bridge that went over a water source by the sounds of it. I wanted to see the water and tell if I could take a dip in it. So I got off my butt and walked to the stone railing and looked over into the water.

The water was beautiful. It was crystal clear and then I saw something odd. It wasn’t me looking back in the reflection! I jumped back and could not believe what I saw… until I looked at what I was wearing. It wasn’t what I was wearing when I went to school.

Sorry it sux but I am still busy. I have about 2 – 3 hours of homework each night.

[Arnen]

Ok, I just have one question: Where exactly is Lee? ^^; Again, I think it'd be easier if they put their location by their name at the top of their IC posts...

~^*Seyelin - Temple of Time*^~

Seyelin stared for a moment, seemingly startled, before ducking out of the way so swiftly he seemed to vanish and reappear some yards away. He raised his sword to cut down the one who had challenged him, but before he could bring it down he heard the Voice again, stronger than he had ever heard it before.

You are losing sight of our goal! This one is of no concern to us!

Turning mechanically, Seyelin took a step towards the Heroes and drew his chain. The barbed spikes sprouted as it was cracked to the side like a whip. Slowly, his empty gaze set on the nearest of the Heroes, the Rito boy, he began his menacing advance.

Ok, Paul says his Internet is down at his house, but he can post tomorrow when he's at his grandmother's house ^^ *HINTHINT*opening for ya!*/HINTHINT*

[The_Missing_Link]

Kaie - Temple of Time
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As the others examined their own bodies, I finally had the time to see what I looked like. Aside from my pointy ears (which continued to stick out of my hair no matter what), I felt the same but my hair was longer and from what I could tell, it had blond streaks. I looked at my clothes and examined a long blue shirt, which looked a lot like the Zora tunic. A black belt with two holders on each side adorned my waist and I wore black leggings and black boots, which were very comfortable and lightweight.

Looking over at where I woke up, a bag and a shield laid in place of where my body was. Picking the shield up, I examined it closely and raised an eyebrow.
"This looks like the Mirror Shield, but the border is blue and the middle etching is of a sun, not a moon."
Laying it by my feet, I next opened the bag and gasped when I saw two hilts stare up at me. Taking both of them out, I gaped at the two daggers and gasped when I found a sapphire in one and a ruby in another.
Weapons? But I've never handled a weapon in my life!
Despite the logic, it somehow felt natural handling the daggers and deftly inserted them in the sheaths before taking out the other contents. I found some food, plants and what looked like flint but what really interested me was what looked like a miniature clarient. It had the same mouth piece and cylindrical bottom but there were far fewer keys than a normal sized one.

Suddenly, I heard screams and turned around to see a figure in the middle of the entrance. It looked like he was dead, the way his skin looked. He was dressed in black and brown and was holding an odd looking sword. Glaring at all of us, he then settled his sights on the Rito, who was closest to him. Panicked, I instinctively took out my daggers and quickly advanced as the stranger walked towards the Rito. Standing next to him, my daggers pulsated brightly with light as I gazed at the rogue.
"If you want to get to him, you'll have to go through the rest of us."
Does he work for Ganondorf? He was definitely not in the game. Then again, I never knew this was an actual world so possibly there are more people involved.

[Bulbasaur4]

Ryua-


Ryua sniffed at the air, taking a whiff of the scents that surrounded him. This figure... was very strange. He wanted some thing to eat... but a human? That sounded strange and very different... this figure... he was different, but Ryua wasn't sure what type of 'different'.

Suddenly, Ryua froze a bit and for a few seconds... his body seemed rigid. Some where... towards the direction of Yahoot, there was a disturbance. Blood... Ryua could smell blood, and he suddenly lowered his body to the ground and let out a low growl. Flickering his eyes towards the 'figure', he blinked... as if expecting this male figure to know what was happening.

Ryua wasn't used to human things... he didn't know many human names or places, but he did know that it was coming from the large structure surrounded by gates. Ryua had explored that place a while ago... but it was so long ago, that Ryua only now was remembering bits and pieces. He had met strange things there... but now all he could think of was blood.

[Tainted]

[Zedrick von Ulrich]
[\/:-‘~=o=~’-/]

Ryua had begun to growl in the direction that Yahoot had taken off towards Hyrule, and this struck Zedrick as a little odd. He began to flicker and blink his eyes at Zedrick, he clearly wanted something of him, but Zedrick couldn’t put his finger on what. He began to think of the things a baby needed.

Is he hungry? No. Does he need to be burped? No, I think he can do that himself. Maybe he needs his diaper—no, that’s ridiculous.

Ryua made small gestures in the direction he growled.
“You want me to walk that way?”
Ryua nodded happily.
“That’s dangerous, Ryua, I can’t show my true form in Hyrule until I have that crown. But if you wish, I can do something magic—now, don’t get scared, I’m still the same person.”

Zedrick closed his eyes and began breathing heavily, rapidly his body changed into that of a slim, handsome young man. He looked like any rich young bachelor in Hyrule would, a short-sleeved white shirt with golden trim, and a pair of white pants and shoes.

Ryua couldn’t believe what he had seen, he appeared confused, but he must’ve known that it was still Zedrick, because he did not become scared or go on the defensive.

“Now, I suppose we can head into town, but you need to be quiet and try not to be seen. It’s not that often a dragon flies around in Hyrule, not that often at all.”

Zedrick began to practice a less menacing and more gracious walk as he made his way in the direction Ryua had pointed out. Soon, he would reach his destination point and find out just what Ryua had been trying to tell him.

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Adieu,
Zak Hunter

[SilentStryker17]

~Name: Sayuri Nakamura or just Yuri for short
~Age: 19
~Gender: Female
~Time Period: Feudal Japan approximately 1356
~Looks 1: As a kunoichi she wore the traditional shinobi shozoko that all ninjas wore. Standing at 5 foot 6 inches she was relatively tall for a female of Japanese descent and with her squared jaw and sharp features she was often mistaken as a male when in her uniform. When out of her uniform she lets her black hair down which falls to about the middle of her back but she usually twists it up into a bun. When not dressed in the shozoko she wears a emerald kimono that matches the color of her eyes. Her birthmark is located in between her shoulder blades and is shaped like the psychic symbol in the Pokemon TCG.
~Looks 2: When she becomes a Gerudo she takes on the traditional clothing of the Gerudo foot soldier. An example of her clothing can be found here: http://www.zeldauniverse.net/games/z...ers/gerudo.gif . Her clothing pretty much matches that except that she wears full boots rather than the sandals that the other Gerudo wear and the color of her outfit is black with gold trim rather than purple. She also gains the red hair that is common among the Gerudo which is the same length of her hair in the real world but is pulled back into a ponytail. Her face is has rounded out and her features have softened giving her a more feminine look. Her eyes have stayed the same emerald green and the stone that is embedded in her forehead is of the game color. Her birthmark has now moved to the palm of the right hand and it glows when she uses her powers.
~Personality: Being a kunoichi she is extremely self confidant in her fighting ability and is very secretive and quiet about her motives. She is friendly to those that she accepts and chooses as her confidants but she has a very wicked side which shows when she becomes angered. Until she gets to know a person she will not give them the time of day.
~Element: Spirit
~Weapon: Kusari-Gama ( http://www.entertheninja.com/images/wpn_kusarigama.gif ) except that the chain of hers is about five feet long and is kept around a special attachment in her shield.
~Shield: A diamond shaped shield that is attached to the gauntlet on her left hand. The shield covers her entire lower arm and is about a foot and a half wide. In the center of the shield is a diamond shaped emerald, the other half of the emerald that is embedded in Sayuri’s forehead when she transforms into her Gerudo form.
~Instrument: Lyre ( http://www.harps.com.au/c_lyre.jpg )
~Items: She keeps with her a small satchel created from the same material that her Gerudo uniform was crafted from in the same black color as her clothing with a long golden chain. In her satchel she has a length of rope with and a hunting knife with which to cut it, a water pouch made from the hide of one of the creatures found in the desert, some beef jerky made from the same animal, a scroll of paper, a sharpened rib bone used as a pen, a small cactus which holds her ink, and various poisons that she made and used in the real world as a kunoichi and adapted from the plants and animals in Hyrule.
~Spells:
-Project: Yuri is able to disguise herself by projecting an image into the mind of those nearby. It works best when she is well rested and she does not have to fool many people.
-Spirit Projectile: Drawing upon her spirit power she creates a ball of energy that can be thrown or rolled or shot using more spirit energy. Exploding on her command these balls of energy create a force wave knocking powerful enough to knock over a regiment of warriors. The size of the energy ball can vary from that of a marble to that of a basketball with the power and the amount of energy required to produce the projectile varying with the size.
~Ability: She can hold her breath for extensive periods of time and can even draw oxygen from the water around her giving her the ability to stay underwater even longer.
~Rage: Her hair turns black and her body glows gold with Spirit energy causing her muscle mass to increase two fold and also halving the physical damage done to her.
~Familiar: An Iron Knuckle she affectionately calls Kotetsu
~Strengths: She is fast and agile as are all Gerudo but she has the added gift of ninjitsu training making her extremely stealthy and deadly. She is very intelligent and is able to think on her feet making split second decisions even in the heat battle.
~Weaknesses: She is very overconfident and can get very irrational when confronted with a situation where is in danger. She also tends to jump headlong into situations where she shouldn’t. Also when she uses her powers her body becomes numb and she is open to attack for a few seconds afterwards.
~History: Born to a peasant in feudal Japan, she was sold at the age of two to a Ninja Grandmaster and taught the ways of the ninja. She was raised to be an assassin was amazingly good at her job deploying her feminine charms to get close to her targets.
~Relations: Open
~Other: Chokes other with the chain of her Kusari-Gama

° ○ º Yuri - Feudal Japan 1356 ° ○ º

Smiling to myself in the dark room, I watched the crimson blood of the Emperor’s son spilled out onto the floor. I took a twisted satisfaction as the wood on the floor began to stain, drawing the blood from the corpse into it.

‘Perhaps now the old fool will take our offer of protection for his family seriously,’ I thought, grinning wickedly as I tossed aside the emerald kimono I had been wearing and revealing my shinobi shozoko underneath. Unfastening one of the aged leather pouches at my waist I removed my hood and quickly pulled it over my head as the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the paper walls. Looking around the room I quickly realized my mistake; there was no exit to the room other than the doorway that the footsteps approached from. Silently making my decision, I ran to the far corner of the room and leapt onto the desk that was placed there. Landing in a crouch I used my momentum to launch myself off of the desk and turning in midair I caught one of the rafters that ran along the ceiling, pulling myself up into a squatting stance on the wood.

The footsteps grew louder and I realized with a sudden wave of fear that it was not one set of footsteps but several. Pushing my fear aside, I removed two throwing stars from my belt and steadied myself at a crossing of the support beams. The footsteps came to a stop just outside of the doorway that I now trained my throwing stars on. My muscles tensed as the door slid open and within seconds the shuriken were embedded in the chests of two guards who fell over moaning in pain, clutching at their chests in a vain attempt to save themselves.

Dropping from the rafters I walked over to one of the downed guards and unsheathed his katana from his waist. I watched as green spots appeared on their faces as my poison worked through their system. Turning to leave, I was spun about as a staff smashed into my jaw. As I fell to my knees I could hear my attacker approaching and took a blind swing in the direction that his footsteps sounded from. Connecting with nothing, I was instead met with another swing of the staff. This time he hit me dead center between my shoulder blades, the spot where my birthmark was located.

A sick cracking sound sounded as the staff connected with my back and my world exploded in color. My birthmark was throbbing uncontrollably as I began to black out. Slowly my entire vision was blanked by a golden light and I lost consciousness, knowing that I would never awaken from it.

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° ○ º Yuri - Temple of Time ° ○ º

Slowly I rose back into consciousness and opening my eyes found myself in a dark room. Fully opening my eyes, they quickly adjusted to the lack of light and I saw several other forms about the room. I stared in shock of several of these figures especially the one who appeared to be part fish. Realizing something wasn’t right about all of this, I searched the room for a reflective surface. Finding a mirror attached to the far wall, I stepped over the unconscious bodies that were scattered about the floor and gasped as I caught sight of my own reflection.

I was beautiful.

My square features had lost their edge, my emerald colored eyes had doubled in size which gave my face an innocent look, and my skin changed from its previous pale shade to a tan that gave my skin an orange tint under the little light that filtered into the room. Reaching to my forehead I brushed my fingers over the emerald that was embedded there, surrounded by a delicate gold trim. My hair, which was now tied back into a ponytail, reached the middle of my back and was an orange color.

My clothing was also completely different than the garment I had been wearing. I was wearing a large pair of pants that were not at all form fitting. My midriff and arms were bare and my top was extremely tight on my chest. All of my clothing was pitch black with hints of gold here and there. Stepping back from the mirror, I slowly walked back to where I had awoken; trying desperately to figure out what was going on here. Looking at the ground I found a bag made from the material that I wore at my feet. Opening it I found the contents of a basic survival pack in it. Several vials filled with brightly colored fluids lay in a small wooden case at the bottom. Removing then I noticed they were labeled. The handwriting was mine and the names were those that I commonly used in assassinations.

Placing everything back into the bag I picked up the shield that was lying next to it. Shaped like a diamond, it carried in the center an emerald that matched in size to the one on my forehead. Turning it over I found a familiar weapon locked inside of brackets on its underside. Smiling, I unlocked the brackets and caught the kusari-gama in my right hand. Slowly unwrapping the chain from where it was on the shield, I wrapped it around my waist and arm as I had been trained. Examining the shield I found that it fit perfectly onto the gauntlet on my left hand. Pushing it down I heard a faint click and the shield was held firmly in place.

A sudden scream emanating from behind the only doors in or out of the room drew my attention and caused me to turn about suddenly. A figure pushed through the door, carrying a blood drenched sword with him. Looking past the shadowed figure in the doorway I could see several bodies in the hallway and realized he was here for someone in this room. Squinting my eyes to adjust to the new light filtering through the open door, I began to make out the form of the warrior. His skin was pale, almost colorless, and he stood at an average height. His ice blue eyes shone with an evil light and his hair had even less color than his skin.

Suddenly he turned to one of the other youths in the room, a boy who appeared to be half bird, and withdrew a chain that suddenly sprouted spikes. As he cracked it like a whip, I saw some of the others raise their weapons to the pale demon but did not move as he approached the bird boy who was paralyzed in fear.

‘Better buy us some time,’ I thought as I moved my arm and hips, unraveling the chain from my body and spinning suddenly the weighted end was hurled at the man’s arm. As the weighted point hit the man’s armor near his ribs, I quickly rotated my arms and body causing the chain to become locked around his wrist which held the chain. Holding the hilt of my weapon in one hand and the chain in the other I pulled back suddenly and sharply pulling the warrior off balance.

“Hurry up and attack him, I can’t hold him for long!”

Better late than never, eh? Looks like I showed up just in time.