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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
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[attr="class","maincol"]Hyrule's Castle Town was quite unlike the Horon City Veriwa had become so accustomed to. So vibrant, so full of life. And quite a welcome change too. Veriwa had made the trip out to Castle Town on a errand for a... colleague back home. It wasn't unusual for her to be running such errands, however this was quite a bit farther than she typically had to venture. Of course, her mission was already accomplished and the requested items were safe and secure tucked inside the satchel at her hip. However, returning home so soon would have only made this a wasted trip if she did not return with some goods of her own. And of course, what better place to search for product than at the farmer's market? [break][break] The market square was a lively place, bright and open and so full of people; she was actually a bit intimidated at first. However, after standing by for a while and watching how the towns' folk interacted not only with themselves, but with foreigners as well, she devised a plan of action she could take confidence in: one that had worked quite well in the past. She pulled her shawl over her shoulders, the over-sized fabric draping down to cover both her hands, as well as her bag. Stall by stall she would wander around the market, peeking in at the vendors and the merchandise they laid out. Should something catch her eye, she would linger around a bit longer, perhaps even striking up a conversation with the seller. After establishing a polite rapport, she would continue looking around until the merchant's attention was no longer on her, having turned to the next customer. Quickly would she turn to the next stall over, as if she was merely browsing around, and swipe at the closest object to the edge of the stall. Once the item was retrieved, she would turn back to the original vendor, either to purchase the product she had been eyeing, or to say farewell as she moved on down the market. [break][break] This tactic of building up a good reputation with one seller, while simultaneously pickpocketing another was a trick she had learned long ago in effort to establish witnesses should the latter point the finger at her. No sir, this customer could not have stole anything from you, for she was at my stall the entire time. And quite honestly, who wouldn't believe the sweet-faced girl and the humble market salesman who would vouch for her? Surely no paying customer would steal something after they had just purchased from the next vendor over, right? [break][break] By now, what Veriwa had in her bag was that which was equal parts stolen, as well as bought. She had made her way to the farmers and bakers selling much less profitable, but much more edible, merchandise. And as one could guess by the partially devoured loaf of bread in her hands, that not even the food vendors were safe from her wandering hands. In Veriwa's defense though, the bread was purchased. [break][break] It was as she perused the produce of the spice vendors and butchers that one particular stall caught her eye, in the most atrocious way possible. (Although, she did still find herself moving towards the stall, if only out of curiosity.) Towards the end of one aisle was a farmer selling her recent harvest. The farmer herself wasn't all too special, a rather plain Hylian woman with quite an adorable sunhat, however it was hardly complimentary to the sour expression on her face. While she had a few customers around her stall, it seemed that there was one in particular who was setting her off. [break][break] Said customer was a tall man who seemed to be eyeing the farmer's pumpkins. Even just from his appearance, Veriwa could tell she wouldn't like him. There was hardly an inch of him that wasn't covered in expensive fabrics and lavish jewels. With every movement, his jewelry would reflect back the rays of the sun into the eyes of those around him. Quite frankly, she found it rather disgusting. [break][break] Veriwa had always hated those kinds of people: those who fault their exuberant wealth so openly, decorating themselves in clothing and trinkets and jewelry that alone could be worth more than some people made in a year. She saw them frequently in Horon City, the upper-class that dressed so far in excess that they were practically begging to have it stolen off of them. Veriwa was certainly no stranger to the concept of taking something so directly off someone's person-- in fact she had participated in such acts before, though often with help-- however as she was currently alone in Castle Town she wouldn't allow herself to commit such a high-risk theft, regardless of how absolutely tempting it was. Her fingers tightened their grip on the loaf as she desperately tried to occupy her hands, lest they begin to wander. [break][break]
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sir put the melons down there are children present
A Mother’s daughter. Our story begins with a pair of lovers in Holodrum: a young couple meeting in a passionate, whirlwind romance that lasted all but a night. However, they were complete strangers when they met, and unfortunately complete strangers they remained once they departed. And while it wouldn’t be until the following year the consequence of their tryst became apparent, one may wonder if perhaps sparing just a moment for each others’ names would be enough to prevent future events from ending up as they did. With the coming of the first frost, brought with it was the coming of the first child for a mother. As her daughter’s new life began to flourish, such did her own life begin to diminish as the temperature continued to drop. Her health continued to wane with time, as by the final thawing of the snow, our young Veriwa was so gently placed on the doorstep of her father; and as fresh leaves opened on spring trees, fresh flowers bloomed on a mother’s grave.
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A father’s responsibility. Suddenly, a man— who never even once suspected he had a child— was thrust into the position of a caregiver in lieu of a mother. He found himself unexpectedly saddled with a child whose heritage he hardly could name, let alone understand; a child so most dissimilar to him, he was almost in awe that they were related. She was deathly pale, almost like a ghost, and she cried when the light hit her magenta eyes. While he had considered himself to be in poverty before, carrying the burden of an ever-growing child proved to be far more than he could handle. He worked all hours of the day just to keep food on the table, and because he could neither afford for someone to look after her, nor provide her with an education, Veriwa was locked inside the house when he was away, so as to not wander into trouble; it was… simpler that way. But by the time Veriwa’s six birthday had come and gone, it was blatantly clear to him that he just wasn’t capable of caring for a child.
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A child’s desperation. Out on the street surrounded by strangers, Veriwa was now more alone than she ever had been. With no money, no belongings, and no education, she quickly turned to the most popular occupation among street children: begging. Unfortunately, even with the precious face and pitiful story, it still wasn’t enough to survive on. It wouldn’t be until she was half-starved and lying in a fuzzy state of consciousness before she realized there was always a second option. Veriwa took to thievery like a duck to water: it was a natural fit. She was small, she was quick, and she was silent. But most importantly, she was good. At first she would steal only what was necessary to get through the day: a spare loaf of bread from the baker, enough coin to purchase a pair of shoes, some scrap fabric to use as a blanket on the colder nights. However, once presented the opportunity by some older street kids to steal items with the intent to sell them, there was little stopping her. The black market of Horon City became the perfect place to exchange the stolen goods for whatever it was she needed that day. The child found herself in enough renown that she was able to charge for her services, and frequently take a cut off the top too. Anything and everything was fair game. Your purse? Gone. Jewelry? Taken. Priceless family heirlooms passed down through generations? Already sold to the scheming crooks at the market who would try to sell it back to you for twice what it was worth. She never would openly partake in any of these schemes, at least that is what she would tell herself. No, she was merely the supplier: a means by which the goods ended up in the hands of the vendor, the provider of product and nothing more. She would remain blissfully ignorant to anything once it left her hands.
ABSCOND When cornered in an otherwise inescapable situation, Veriwa can teleport herself and her belongings a short distance away, without interacting with or occupying the space in between. To do this Veriwa needs to have an unobstructed line of sight to her destination, which means she cannot teleport through solid objects such as walls, but can still bypass objects like fences, crowds, and dangerous terrain. Veriwa uses this ability to circumvent obstacles and traps, or to slip out of an enemy’s grasp at the last moment. Using this ability requires focus and Veriwa is unable to use it in high-stress environments, or when she is feeling anxious. She also cannot travel distances farther than 10 meters at a time unburdened, or 5 meters if carrying up to 10 additional kilograms. She cannot bring other people with her, nor any individual objects over 5 kilograms. This ability has a cooldown depending on the distance traveled: the longer the distance, the longer the cooldown. Typically she needs an hour’s break for every meter traveled, and Veriwa cannot teleport more than 20 meters unburdened without needing a complete rest.
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RACIAL ABILITY: + Night Vision: All Sheikah are able to see in the dark if they possess crimson colored eyes; however, they will glow in the darkness, making Sheikah a target for attacks if the others cannot see in the shadows. [break][break] + Lens of Truth: Sheikah have a natural ability to resist illusionary magic of equal or lower rank of their arcane trait. [break][break] + Weak to Light: Sheikah are weak to light attacks due to their natural ability to thrive with shadow based magic. Due to this, they will take extra damage to light magic.
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OTHER: PERSONAL BELONGINGS: As Veriwa does not keep a permanent residence, she keeps all her belongings on her person at most times. While she has learned to travel light, there are a number of items she continually carries in a satchel worn over her shoulder. Some of these items include: a pair of leather gloves, a folding knife, lockpicks, an extra shawl, as well as several miscellaneous objects and trinkets of insignificant value and… questionable acquisition.