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A LEGEND OF ZELDA ROLEPLAY
Welcome to ZRP! We are an non-canon RP site with an original tale taking place within the
lore of the Zelda Franchise. While the events of this site are entirely non-canon, we take advantage of the canons of other
games to explain its story fully. As such, we are located within the CANON TIMELINE. Do you like what you see? If so, feel free
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Post by Farrah Abad on Jun 14, 2020 3:24:06 GMT -5
everything that makes me whole belongs to you
To be quite frank, life in the Gerudo Desert was lackluster. Sure it was lively and had tons of people (mainly women, so that was a plus for some of her lingering anxiety), but it didn't have a couple of key things. One, the Gerudo desert didn't have normal temperature. In the morning, it was hot as all shit in the day (as a desert should be) and at night it would drop below freezing. Why couldn't it have been a normal decent temperature all day and night? Because it's a desert! Does Farrah care that the desert is only following the laws this world runs by? No! [break][break] But that was only point one here. For the second point, Maude wasn't here. Maude, her precious, angelic, beautiful mother. Her mother who would beat the shit out of some random person if they even so much as held Farrah's hand with ulterior motives. Her mother, who, though not related through blood, cared for Farrah as if she were her own. Yes, the desert was no fun without her mother there by her side, but Farrah was technically an adult now. Even if she wished she could go back to being 17 and taking cat naps on her mother's lap. [break][break] The last thing the desert didn't have, something that drove her up the wall, was- [break][break] "Nex?" [break][break] In all reality, it could be any random blue haired person sitting over there trying to sell their wares. Farrah never considered herself to be too lucky, but there was no guarentee that it wasn't him. So she'd take a step closer to him, from the right side, because if it was Nex, he would not see her getting close enough to see his face clearly. It especially helped that he wasn't paying her any attention. Her bright red hair in a sea of other women with the same shade of hair? There was no way he could distinct her from the others unless he saw her face. [break][break] Farrah pushed her way closer to the man, and as soon as her eyes could get out distinct figures... Yes. That was her fish. There was only one male she knew with such strange markings on his face, and only he would look so shady out in the open. He looked a little uncomfortable too she'd say. Perhaps because there were many people around? Well, even if he was, Farrah knew he'd never admit to it. For now though, she'll just... tease him a bit. [break][break] The woman watched Nex for a bit, and chose to approach him when he looked in the opposite direction of her. And when she stopped in front of him, she said in the cheekiest voice, "I'll buy all of your wares from you, Sir." and as soon as his head turned to her, she would smile brightly and add on, "If you let me pay with my body, of course." [break][break] That would surely get a rise out of him.
Post by Farrah Abad on Jun 11, 2020 18:00:29 GMT -5
everything that makes me whole belongs to you
Welcome to the system. Here's the situation: It's a bit confusing. Welcome to the maze. Everbody sees what everybody wants to. Everyone avoids every other gaze. I will be your mentor, I'll be your adviser. I'll do what i do, and you will look away. Forgetting what you see has always been much wiser, but someone in the back is missing what I say.[break][break]
Welcome to the park, now. We supply amusements. Everybody rides, but everybody pays. What good's causing problems if no one's complaining? What good is a martyr if no one is saved? Everybody knows us, everybody sees us, every single child can tell you where we are. Every politician says that we are leaving, but in all this time, we haven't gone too far.[break][break]
You should understand it - it's not underhanded, it's really quite simple, you see. The right and the wrong of it, long and the short of it, black and the white of it, forget the sight of it. It is so much cheaper to be no one's keeper, trust me.[break][break]
In the dead of the night, you can stab with a knife, but it's rare you'll ever get anywhere. So we laugh in delight 'til you turn on a light, and we scatter for the darkness or the corners filled with blackness and we're there, there, there, there, there, there. Where, where, where, where, where, where? There, there, there, there, there, there. Where, where, where, where, where, where? There!
In the earlier times of Farrah's life, things were a lot more difficult. She was abandoned and orphaned, but was picked up by another Gerudo woman, who took to being Farrah's mentor. With her mentor, Farrah learned many things from fighting, to taking care of herself, but most importantly to Farrah, her mentor taught her to dance. It was her favorite hobby and past time, and the perfect coping skill for a child like her. One with such energy needed to get it out somehow.
But still, that woman left her behind as well, though nobody has any say on when death comes to their door. Farrah was heartbroken and only 12 years old, still far from old enough to take care of herself. So Farrah raised herself. She resorted to petty thievery when desperate and dancing for others' entertainment when she could. Her depression over the events of her past still weight her down, taking the form of a new, lazier personality.
Even with the sadness and stress hanging over her head, Farrah couldn't be contained by the lands of the Gerudo desert, and left soon after turning 17. She found herself in a town in Hylia, where she found friends, and most importantly a new mother and a crush. Her new mother, the only mother she considered herself to have, was a woman as tough as steel who took no nonsense from anyone. Perhaps she had been aquired in a similar fashion a stray cat adopts an owner, but they were mother and daughter no less. Farrah's crush was... for lack of a better word, an asshole. But she loved him dearly, despite his threats of harm and spiky personality. (She had weird tastes really.)
Farrah spent the rest of her adolescent years and then some by the side of her mother. She was happier there, and it was there that she decided to find a new purpose in life. She went travelling once more and found herself a mentor. And through that mentor, Farrah learned how to be a healer (and even how to use healing magic!) With her training over, and now on her own, Farrah set out to travel once again. To maybe find some new friends, and hopefully find some old flames as well.
Heal I: With the use of this spell, Farrah can heal small wounds. The size of the wound determines how many posts it'll take to heal the wound. This healing spell can only be used as often as once every twelve hours. [break][break]
RACIAL ABILITY: + Super Strength: Because they are tall warrior women, they are very strong and able to fight back at equal or stronger strength of warrior men. [break] + Heat Resistance: The Gerudo live in the desert, and have thrived in it for centuries. Because of this, they are able to withstand the scorching heat of the sun - this does not, however, give them resistance to fire. [break][break]
OTHER: + Healers Kit: This includes simple items like gauze and bandages to herbs that are used for common healing practices. [break] + Dancer's Outfit: She has no less than one dancing outfit on her at all times. For whenever the occasion rises that she would need one.