Name: His Royal Majesty, King NoNo Race: Miniblin Gender: Male Age: 11 Place of Origin: Great Sea ---Rupees: 5 PWC: 5/1/2 Favourite Treasure Fields: Empower, WeaponBase, Traits: Wall-Scaling Power Lift Specialty: Empower Treasures: Ball and Chain (-40) Unlike many of the standard version, Nono’s own Ball and Chain is uniquely fashioned in the remarkable likeness of a Morth: including the eye! Nono drags it merrily behind him wherever he goes, like a reluctant, chained pet that could crush him at any moment. (It is just as big as him - if not one or two inches bigger!) Muscle Band (-55) Perhaps it was meant to be a bracelet for a wrist as broad as his forehead, but Nono is adamant that it’s a crown: HIS crown at that. --- Appearance: Nono is every bit of majestic adorable you could ever imagine - for a monster. With a robust, perfectly round potbelly and a fur of prim and proper soft gold patched with dark crimson, this little fellow of scarcely two foot high happily prances along on pinpointed hooves of gold. A fluff-ball of a bunny tail bounces merrily on his behind while part of an embroidered, tasselled curtain swoops from his little shoulders in a royal flare, swooshing here and there with courageous bravado - and the occasional trip hazard. He’s expressive from foot to crooked horn. The reflective innards of his ears, wider than even his flattened head, perk and flop in reaction to his temperamental emotions: as vibrant as his puppy-round eyes of luminous green. From under a flat, heart-shaped pink spot of a nose a large, buck-toothed smile seems constantly in play. And of course, every King need a ‘crown’. Nono’s you can find hanging languidly from one - the tallest - horn, in classic pointed gold that somehow never gets lost despite all its twirls and leaps in the midst of Nono’s many rampages. Personality: Sometimes things go too far and Nono is the very embodiment of such an event. Crowned in jest by his fellow Miniblins after felling a Kargaroc - to the face - in one strong blow, this little creature’s ‘royal blood’ has long since gone to his head, inflating his thick skull with stubborn ego. It’s his right to treat you all like servants and it’s your fate to kiss his furry behind. As a result Nono is courageous to a fault and blatantly selfish. Absolutely everybody and everything is beneath him but if you do forget your pride somewhere and give him a good ego-rub he’ll make sure to purr and treat you well: which entails everything from receiving candied insects to the honour of giving him a Chu Chu jelly foot bath. He simply will not stand for someone else treating you like their own carpet however and shall always defend you as if you were his own in true possessive spirit, whether you like it or not. It goes without saying that he’s quite the spoilt brat, prone to nonsensical temper tantrums loaded with Miniblin jargon. (He can scarcely speak a few words of Hylian: the language of peasants!) Nono is in life to live it and indeed...he often forgets what happened last week. The past is a horrifically boring thing yet somehow he’ll always find a way to remember a face that has upset him - so be warned. He won’t know what you did, or why, or when, but he’ll know you did something bad. And at the end of the day that’s all he needs to know. As for his true motivations, this little Miniblin’s goal is clearly to take over the world but it’s taking a while. No-one seems to be taking him seriously these days. Background: The Great Seas used to be all Nono knew. He travelled across the great blue expanse side-by-side with his notorious crew of Minibiln brothers-in-arms, raiding at day and partying hard at night with the in-house NanaMeep choir. They jumped from vessel to vessel at least once a week, striking fear into the hearts of monsters and men with their ruthless bravery and bravado, taking everything they wanted only to throw it away usually only the next day. When one time their adventures took them against a great beast when they fancied its eggs fried for supper, Nono successfully K.O’d the creature in one spectacular blow to face with his giant metal Morth. His brothers cheered. The women swooned. The younger children wrote songs in his honour. On that day, perfectly intoxicated with twenty barrels of stolen Chataeu Romani cargo, Nono became king: crowned by a very conveniently crown-looking Muscle Band that laid in the sometimes-garbage-sometimes-treasure shiny pile. From that day forwards King Nono began to dream big. Every day he wanted more. Every night he wanted to travel further. Until eventually he grew bored of his regular routine and waved his fellow monsters goodbye, setting off by himself with a whipped Hylian sailor in nothing but his breeches who rowed laboriously towards the shore of Hyrule in a two-man boat. It is there that his conquest has begun. Equipment: His Majesty’s Cape Torn from the tall, glass windows of a pompous Hylian’s vessel, Nono sports half a curtain as a cape. It’s made of an incredibly thick, velvety emerald-green fabric and embroidered with fantastical gold thread. At its very end a series of heavy, bulbous tassels are dragged along the floor. Stolen Moustache Also from the same pompous Hylian. Nono wanted to grow his own but it just never happened. Because of that he cut off a stranger’s and regularly attempts to reattach it on his own upper lip with various dabs of Skulltula Paste. Unfortunately he’s recently run out of the substance and has resorted to wearing the ridiculously full, curled abomination around his neck like a bowtie. --- Threads: How's the Weather Up There? No No, Ring a Bell for Help ---
