Name: Nadia, of the Kokiri Race: Tiny Fairy Age: Old. Gender: Female Place of Origin: Fairy of a Lost Kokiri PWC: 3/4/3 Treasures and Rupees: Fairy Glow Winged Flight Rejuvenation Gift of Light Holy Bolt (-30r) Holy Bolt: No Instrument Required (-10r) Quick Rejuvenation (-10r) Magic Power (-35r) Spark (-5r) 10 Equipment: A teeny-tiny cocktail dress. She was created with it. It has shoulder length bands that support it, so less like a dress and more like a shirt. Other than that, no notable possessions. Pet: She is a pet. Appearance: Being such a teeny-tiny person, she has viridian hair, as well as a pale-white skin, that would probably outshine her light pink glow if she were in the sunlight. She’s about 13cm tall, were she to take a blind guess. She has an admittedly miniscule weight, to the fact that Julius oftentimes won’t even notice her on his shoulder (when he has his mail on), and is a hard worker besides that, so her weight is slightly more than the average tiny fairy’s. Personality: She's a bit of a coward, though she's trying constantly to put that in the past. She thinks heroes are those who embrace fate, changing it if they must, but never running from it, like she did. The thing that she respects most is hard work. She was also a bit happy go-lucky before... that happened. The death of her Kokiri. That's something she'll never quite get over, like a mother losing her child. And, in a way, that's exactly what it was. She was his protector. His guardian angel. So if she couldn't protect her, then who could? That's why she set about improving her combat skills. Background: She was your run of the mill, Kokiri-blessed fairy, living a happy go-lucky life. They often had squabbles of disagreement, but it was nothing that hard labour (hey, she’s a fairy, she can work too!) couldn’t fix. It was similar to popping open a cold one with your coworkers… Well, exactly like that, were we to be honest. She’d describe her Kokiri as a hard worker, always trying to help out and among other things, friendly. Maybe that’s why she chooses to follow Julius, wherever he goes. He’s a hard worker, she thinks. Besides that, who knows? Only the Golden Goddesses themselves, she often posits, while sipping tea. The events surrounding her Kokiri are… rather violent, she’ll admit. She remembers it clear as day, in fact; after all, being presented with such gore, it’d be difficult to repress such an event, its events replaying themselves as nightmares on occasion. It was by a Stalfos, that much she’s certain of. She’s also certain that she fled like some kind of coward, instead of embracing death like a… a hero, were she to put it in her own terms and vague understanding of what it meant to be a ‘hero’. A hero is someone who embraces whatever fate throws their way, she’d say, not someone who runs from it. The worst of it all, though, was the gore. Her head was split open like fucking butter. Butter. There wasn’t really much blood, either. Sure, there’s a spurt here and there, but nothing major major. That was among one of the finer points she remembers, before the Stalfos began tearing into her major organs like they were play-doh. Her organs -- intestines, in fact -- were strewn across the thing’s fucking head. It still terrifies her. Less so, now that she’s ‘prepared’ for combat, but there’ll always be a lingering fear, deep in her heart. Then came the wandering. The searching. For a while, she didn’t care what happened to her. A particularly violent rainstorm occurred, but she didn’t care. The visions still haunted her; she was afraid for a good while, until she decided to stop. Stop being afraid, start preparing herself for combat. Thus did she discover a small outpost of sorts, littered with few tomes, but they contained important knowledge. Knowledge of magic. Magic that she tried and tried at, until she finally prevailed, in both awakening her gift for light-based magic and mastery of the Holy Bolt spell, which proved, and still proves, to be a major boon. It was a normal day for her, consisting of traveling a fair bit here and there, but nothing major. No goal in mind, nor in her long-term plans. Then she was ambushed by a wild pack of Wolfos. Luckily, a Knight, clad in black mail while wearing a tabard that declared allegiance to the Royal Family of Hyrule, intervened. Apparently, he had been nearby, scouting, when he heard a pack of Wolfos nearby. Truthfully, she’d already cast her Holy Bolt, and was prepared to die. A Holy Bolt can only be cast once every ten seconds or so, less often if you’re not focused or used to combat, and she didn’t know when her magic would be refilled; even with Magic Power, she was only barely holding it together. That’s when the Knight showed up. He was so gallant, so appealing to her that she pledged allegiance to him right then and there, after he’d slain the Wolfos. After all, she was only so tiny, and had only completely mastered a spell. She was nothing, compared to the Knight, who was big, strong, and, with his helmet on, completely mysterious and admittedly alluring and stoic. Bear in mind, that was from her point of view. From the Knight’s, he was a complete failure of a man, who’d sent his fair share of men into early graves. For that, he doubted he’d ever be forgiven by the Golden Goddesses, if they existed. The Knight thought they didn’t, and doubted if an afterlife even existed. The Knight’s name was, somewhat obviously, Julius Surgate. It is from here that the present starts, and she’ll charge everlong, headfirst, into it.
