Name: Naomi Radcliff Age: 21 Gender: Female Race: Rito Place of Origin: Dragon Roost Island PWC: 3/1/5 Treasures: Winged Flight Valiance (+50 C) Compaction Pouch (-80) Crossbow (-10) Hawkeye (-15) Elegy of Emptiness (-20) Needle Storm (-22) 3 Rupees Height: 5’1’’ Weight: 49 lbs Equipment: In addition to her crossbow and pouch, she has a couple daggers and a slingshot. She has a hidden flute, as well. Appearance: Short and cute, she has silver hair that spills over her shoulders. She has lively green eyes and wears a loose red robe, with a golden-colored trim around the neck. Her frame is childlike and small, but this affords her greater mobility and so she looks at it that way. She is rather sensitive about her not-quite-attractive body type, though. Personality: Cheery and adventuresome, Naomi has a nearly indomitable spirit. She doesn’t know the concept of defeat and thinks she’s invincible. Given that most of the time she can escape from scrapes with few ill effects this has not yet bitten her yet; she has escaped from danger time and time again with just scrapes and minimal scars. She also has a strong sense of justice and hates to see evil get ahead. She is also a bit impulsive, and doesn’t know when to hold back, a combination that sometimes gets her in trouble. Residence: Has a small house on Dragon Roost Island. There’s a bed and some chests for clothes, that’s about it. It also has a nice view of the beach. Backstory: Naomi has always been a bit of a problem child. Not out of any sort of spite or rebelliousness, but from her spontaneity, incorrigible curiosity, and love of high places. She was constantly getting into dangerous situations, either to learn more about the place or simply for the thrill of it. This included but was not limited to going up paths known to be dangerous, attempting to climb up the peak before she was ready, and the like. Despite this she was always able to differentiate between possible or no, or was saved by the other residents of the island. She has never once thought of these retreats as failures; instead she just says that she’s found a way that doesn’t work. Never once did her resolve waver; she had to see Valoo, she had to. Because of her frequent escapades, she quickly managed to scrounge up a slingshot and became rather proficient with it, using it as a valuable tool. She never did manage to get all the way up to the top until her coming of age ritual, but she had been able to go a little farther each time, and became a little stronger each time. By the time that she was able to handle a crossbow and go up for the ritual, nothing seemed easier. This was natural to her. Easy. The ritual, too, was simple and smooth. She earned her wings and started out as a watchman, keeping an eye on the skies for anything strange. Of course nothing happened. It was boring, but one mischievous friend of hers taught her a song to let her “be in several places at once.” She tried it out on her flute and soon found herself looking at a strange, rather creepy statue of herself. She wanted to ask what it was for but when she turned around her friend was gone. No matter, though. She could fly around a bit more and explore. She figured the very fact that a humanoid figure was standing in place would scare off most things. Eventually, though, traversing the island got a bit stale. She longed for more places to see, more peaks to scale. She obtained the blessing of her friends and family and set out for the mainland, quickly picking up some nice gear from it, among it the compaction pouch she uses so much. Hyrule had better be ready; she planned to scale every mountain out there and dazzle it.
