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Nazalo, Fire Sage & Dragon Tamer
Jan 23, 2018 13:24:59 GMT -5
edited on Jan 24, 2018 16:16:10 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 13:24:59 GMT -5
nazalo
And if the night is burning I will cover my eyes
| FIRE SAGE & DRAGON TAMER | HYRULE |
| GORON | POWER |
| MALE | TWO-HUNDRED & EIGHTEEN |
| HOMOSEXUAL | [music]http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/ci2gx2w8y4/Tama_On_Fire.mp3[/music] |
PERSONALITY
There's a weight on his shoulders that Nazalo had never wanted. Granted, he had in some way set himself down his current path. He fears the great amount of responsibility that has been pushed on him but the fear of failure and disappointment is what urges him to hide even the slightest hint of hesitation of behind a mask of masterfully crafted confidence. Nazalo's overall demeanor paints him as a laid-back individual, amiable if a slight bit reserved when it comes to his personal life. It's a stark contrast to his somewhat loud and abrasive appearance that serves to steer some of those unfamiliar with him away.
Tolerance has become a large part of his personality over the years. Through the raising of a dragon, Nazalo has had become accepting toward an unbelievable amount of antics on his charge's part and nowadays there's very little that will phase him in terms of irritation. He has a finely sealed lid on his temper, aside from the rare comical outburst. Which is mostly reserved to the aforementioned shenanigans of Death Mountain's resident dragon. Cynicism is one of many traits that stem from his childhood, he's both weary of outsiders and not quick to trust; inclined to question the motives of others and at times not even mask his suspicions.
For much of his childhood Nazalo was viewed as the weakest link for his lacking strength in comparison to others his age. When his status as sage came to light many of the goron of the mountain who either ignored or berated him began to change their tunes and instead sing his praises; but it only served to make Nazalo's respect in some of them waver. Still, he cares for the prosperity of his people as much as any other race would their own but he would prefer to be respected due to his own strength and not because he finds himself ranked among 'chosen'.
Tolerance has become a large part of his personality over the years. Through the raising of a dragon, Nazalo has had become accepting toward an unbelievable amount of antics on his charge's part and nowadays there's very little that will phase him in terms of irritation. He has a finely sealed lid on his temper, aside from the rare comical outburst. Which is mostly reserved to the aforementioned shenanigans of Death Mountain's resident dragon. Cynicism is one of many traits that stem from his childhood, he's both weary of outsiders and not quick to trust; inclined to question the motives of others and at times not even mask his suspicions.
For much of his childhood Nazalo was viewed as the weakest link for his lacking strength in comparison to others his age. When his status as sage came to light many of the goron of the mountain who either ignored or berated him began to change their tunes and instead sing his praises; but it only served to make Nazalo's respect in some of them waver. Still, he cares for the prosperity of his people as much as any other race would their own but he would prefer to be respected due to his own strength and not because he finds himself ranked among 'chosen'.
DISLIKES [attr="class","scroll"] • Swimming - Hot springs being the one exception, Nazalo will actively avoid swimming if he can. Naturally as a goron; water doesn't agree with him. He's not fond of sailing either despite having never set foot on a ship. • Manipulation - There's no admiration for those who control or influence others to selfishly achieve their own goals. He's been raised to resent such underhanded tactics. • Zora - At heart being elemental opposites Nazalo does have some dislike toward the zora people. Though their affinity toward water more so unnerves him than anything else. |
FEARS [attr="class","scroll"] • Sage - Why did he awaken as the sage of fire? A protector of the kingdom? As if raising a dragon wasn't enough on his plate. The responsibility of such a title fills him with anxiety as well as makes him feel chained to a role he never wanted. • Dragon - They call him tamer, but she's a dragon. Wild, regal and at her heart absolutely untameable. Though Nazalo retains her respect and loyalty as her caretaker she has a mind and will of her own. He dreads the day that he loses her to a primal rage and hopes it never comes. • Horses - It's not often he'll run into one on Death Mountain, thank the goddess, but the beasts of burden have never reacted well around him and vice versa. Nazalo would be more inclined to feed one to Fyrdin than ride it. |
HISTORY
A childhood on the peak of a volatile mountain. The rest of the world seemed so very far away, any troubles limited to local squabbles and the occasional rock-slide, the later of which was more of a mild inconvenience than any notable occurrence. Over two centuries ago Nazalo came to witness the dangerous and powerful place that was Death Mountain. The newest addition to the only race that could call such an inhospitable place home. Nazalo's father and decade over brother could only look upon the young goron and let a single word come to mind; puny.
Nazalo was tolerated begrudgingly among other his age. Bonds of brotherhood between the tribe were strongly enforced so time spent together among the younger generations was expected. Though he was invited to join their games, Nazalo often found himself singled out in shows of childish cruelty or chided for his lacking strength when compared to others. Being pinned while roughhousing never did pierce the young goron's heart as much as their words.
His father was a strong man. Respected for both his strength and his skill at the forge, supplying most of the city with weapons. He would look upon his eldest son with a stern sense of pride whenever the boy managed to pin in a match. It was a look that Nazalo had never seen directed at him.
He admired his older brother, truly. A mere ten years in the difference between them and he had already cemented himself in the eyes of the elders as one of their most promising prospective warriors. Nazalo admired him for that, despite having been ignored by him for the better part of his life due to his apparent lack of strength. Brief recognition and a quickly averted gaze was the better part of what he would receive. Any attempts made on Nazalo's part to better their relationship was akin to squeezing water from a rock.
The desire to be included would often cloud his better judgement. Whenever it came to posing dares, Nazalo without fail would be assigned the one most likely to stir up trouble with the elders. But to be ostracized proved a far more daunting thing in his mind. So when the latest endeavor posed to him was to sneak into the entrance of fire temple and retrieve an item from inside; he did so without question. Because honestly at this point he was far too used to being scolded.
A buzz in his mind. One that grew louder and louder the closer he drew to the center of the mountain. With his smaller size it was easy to sneak passed any curious citizens who may have thought his shifty demeanor odd. Eventually, the annoying buzz slowly developed into whispers. So muted that he couldn't discern their meaning, but enough to make his steps halt the closer he drew to the temple. Nazalo didn't know what to make of the circumstances, but he knew that if he continued forward it would mark an immutable moment in his life.
The temple was, in a word, daunting. Naturally the heat did nothing to phase him but there was an almost eerie presence, ancient and steeped into the carved stone. Even the flames lighting the path toward the entrance felt as thought they'd been burning longer for centuries; perhaps eras.
There was very little he could hope to retrieve from the limited access he had to the temple itself. The voices were growing louder by the second but by that point Nazalo had been actively ignoring them in favour of completing his 'trial'. Eyes looked around in vain for something other than a rock he could parade back as a trophy, until a glint caught his eye. Set into one of the stone pillars it gleamed, a large geode set neatly into the rock, almost in reverence. Well, it was still a rock, but it would have to do.
It was an effort to haul himself up and garner a foothold, but he managed to succeed after the first several falls. The moment his hands touched the stone the voices manifested from whisper to overwhelming din, the shock of which startled and threw the goron off balance along with the geode he carried. Sage? Why was it calling him a sage? And then came the crack. Heavy footfalls following steadily after from the distance.
The entire scenario felt like he'd been tossed into some messed up dream. Nazalo found himself sat in the chiefs hut, the elder's eyes alight with a mix of expressions that Nazalo couldn't identify. The chief seemed torn, if the several minutes spent in silence was anything to go by. The younger goron was beginning to find himself uncomfortable. Even more so with the sleeping dragon hatchling curled in his lap as though it were some domesticated feline. Nazalo's expression remained stoic and unchanging while the chief finally began to explain the situation he'd gotten himself into.
There wasn't one goron dwelling on Death Mountain who hadn't heard the news. The seemed overjoyed with the knowledge that the sage had been chosen, through the hatching of a dragon egg no less. There weren't many besides the chief and some of the oldest tribe members who knew the truth surrounding the stone seated at the temple. Preparations came in a blur, rushed instructions filled Nazalo's ears but he was too overwhelmed to process them. He had to raise it? No, tame it. That was the word the chief had used. He expected the goron child to raise a dragon that was liable to eat not only him, but every other inhabitant of the mountain.
Life on the peak of a volatile mountain. The rest of the world seemed so very far away. Hyrule's plights did not go unheard, but the elders stressed the importance of the dragon's successful nurturing. Sage though he was, the elder's unanimous agreement overruled that for the betterment of the goron he would remain, overseeing the raising a creature that had the potential to be a vicious and uncaring beast.
Nazalo was tolerated begrudgingly among other his age. Bonds of brotherhood between the tribe were strongly enforced so time spent together among the younger generations was expected. Though he was invited to join their games, Nazalo often found himself singled out in shows of childish cruelty or chided for his lacking strength when compared to others. Being pinned while roughhousing never did pierce the young goron's heart as much as their words.
His father was a strong man. Respected for both his strength and his skill at the forge, supplying most of the city with weapons. He would look upon his eldest son with a stern sense of pride whenever the boy managed to pin in a match. It was a look that Nazalo had never seen directed at him.
He admired his older brother, truly. A mere ten years in the difference between them and he had already cemented himself in the eyes of the elders as one of their most promising prospective warriors. Nazalo admired him for that, despite having been ignored by him for the better part of his life due to his apparent lack of strength. Brief recognition and a quickly averted gaze was the better part of what he would receive. Any attempts made on Nazalo's part to better their relationship was akin to squeezing water from a rock.
The desire to be included would often cloud his better judgement. Whenever it came to posing dares, Nazalo without fail would be assigned the one most likely to stir up trouble with the elders. But to be ostracized proved a far more daunting thing in his mind. So when the latest endeavor posed to him was to sneak into the entrance of fire temple and retrieve an item from inside; he did so without question. Because honestly at this point he was far too used to being scolded.
A buzz in his mind. One that grew louder and louder the closer he drew to the center of the mountain. With his smaller size it was easy to sneak passed any curious citizens who may have thought his shifty demeanor odd. Eventually, the annoying buzz slowly developed into whispers. So muted that he couldn't discern their meaning, but enough to make his steps halt the closer he drew to the temple. Nazalo didn't know what to make of the circumstances, but he knew that if he continued forward it would mark an immutable moment in his life.
The temple was, in a word, daunting. Naturally the heat did nothing to phase him but there was an almost eerie presence, ancient and steeped into the carved stone. Even the flames lighting the path toward the entrance felt as thought they'd been burning longer for centuries; perhaps eras.
There was very little he could hope to retrieve from the limited access he had to the temple itself. The voices were growing louder by the second but by that point Nazalo had been actively ignoring them in favour of completing his 'trial'. Eyes looked around in vain for something other than a rock he could parade back as a trophy, until a glint caught his eye. Set into one of the stone pillars it gleamed, a large geode set neatly into the rock, almost in reverence. Well, it was still a rock, but it would have to do.
It was an effort to haul himself up and garner a foothold, but he managed to succeed after the first several falls. The moment his hands touched the stone the voices manifested from whisper to overwhelming din, the shock of which startled and threw the goron off balance along with the geode he carried. Sage? Why was it calling him a sage? And then came the crack. Heavy footfalls following steadily after from the distance.
The entire scenario felt like he'd been tossed into some messed up dream. Nazalo found himself sat in the chiefs hut, the elder's eyes alight with a mix of expressions that Nazalo couldn't identify. The chief seemed torn, if the several minutes spent in silence was anything to go by. The younger goron was beginning to find himself uncomfortable. Even more so with the sleeping dragon hatchling curled in his lap as though it were some domesticated feline. Nazalo's expression remained stoic and unchanging while the chief finally began to explain the situation he'd gotten himself into.
There wasn't one goron dwelling on Death Mountain who hadn't heard the news. The seemed overjoyed with the knowledge that the sage had been chosen, through the hatching of a dragon egg no less. There weren't many besides the chief and some of the oldest tribe members who knew the truth surrounding the stone seated at the temple. Preparations came in a blur, rushed instructions filled Nazalo's ears but he was too overwhelmed to process them. He had to raise it? No, tame it. That was the word the chief had used. He expected the goron child to raise a dragon that was liable to eat not only him, but every other inhabitant of the mountain.
Life on the peak of a volatile mountain. The rest of the world seemed so very far away. Hyrule's plights did not go unheard, but the elders stressed the importance of the dragon's successful nurturing. Sage though he was, the elder's unanimous agreement overruled that for the betterment of the goron he would remain, overseeing the raising a creature that had the potential to be a vicious and uncaring beast.
APPEARANCE
In a word, loud. Nazalo's bright hair makes him stand out in a crowd of goron, thought the spiked style is quite common among them. Even if he wanted to tame it into a different style it just wouldn't submit. His eyes and bright, golden bordering on red in colour and defined by thick black lashes. As a goron he has a healthy tan complexion to round off his sharp features. His ears are pierced with two red, fang-shaped earrings.
Given the climate of his home clothing is hardly paramount. Nazalo forgoes a shirt at the best of times and even when he does wear one on occasion it's never one to be closed; armor being an irrelevant item for a goron's rock-hard skin. Aside from pants and open-toed boots he'll occasionally don a furred throw given to him by the chief to accentuate his status, although it's not as if he needs the added heat it offers.
He's toned and muscular, but not as overly built as most goron. Essentially being born as a runt of the goron tribe Nazalo doesn't rank highly above his kin when it comes to brute strength he's still a formidable power to be dealt with. Forearms banded with leather bracers and some decorative threads made from fabrics hardy enough to withstand the mountain's great heat.
MAGIC
• Fire Resistance - The goron race reside in hot climates, and were once a race of stone, making them immune to the touch of flames.
• Tough Skin - Because of their evolution from a stone race, the goron people still retain a tough skin that allows protection from blunt weapons.
• Weak to Water - Gorons do not bode well with water, though this does not mean they cannot swim. They will take extra damage from water type magic.
• Din's Fire - Covers Nazalo in an aura of intense flames in order to make enemies fall back. It will automatically kill all dungeon monsters within a room but will not kill a boss.
• Tough Skin - Because of their evolution from a stone race, the goron people still retain a tough skin that allows protection from blunt weapons.
• Weak to Water - Gorons do not bode well with water, though this does not mean they cannot swim. They will take extra damage from water type magic.
• Din's Fire - Covers Nazalo in an aura of intense flames in order to make enemies fall back. It will automatically kill all dungeon monsters within a room but will not kill a boss.
WEAPONS
Mordus [x] - A two-handed greatsword left behind by his brother before the elder goron set off on his travels. Slow to swing but packs a devastating hit with enough force behind it. It's weight makes it near impossible to lift unless it's either in the hands of a goron or perhaps a gerudo.
EXTRAS
Dragon's Breath Band [x] - A ring made by Nazalo's father upon his awakening as a sage. Crafted from a shard of Fyrdin's eggshell and some of the richest metal mined from Death mountain. The only piece of it's kind and worn around Nazalo's neck on a sturdy chain rather than on his finger.
PLAYER ALIAS: Ecco
FACE CLAIM: Katsuki Bakugou -- My Hero Academia
REFERENCE: Affiliates
ALTS: @bantha
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