Name: Darunia
Title: Big Brother, Fire Sage, Sage of Fire, Sworn Brother to the King
Race: Goron
Gender: Male

Bio:
Darunia is the patriarch to the Hyrule Gorons of Death Mountain. He is a strict leader who sees the greater cause behind initial problems and solutions. He makes sure that each member of his tribe gets their share of food from the Dodongos Cavern a area that he watches with a wary eye each day. Along with making sure that his tribe is well fed he makes sure that they are safe and well protected from danger due to this he is very protective of them and will stamp down his foot on any big intruder threatening them refusing whatever they demand. Regardless of his strict nature he does like to dance with his brethren from time to time.

Appearence:
He is greatly muscular than the rest of his tribe, he has rock formations of his head to form his mighty beard and hair, he has his tribes insignia tattooed on both arms he also has to small tattoos on his face.

Power:
He controls the element of fire he is the sage of fire after all unlike his brethren who have a short resistance to fire or lava on contact his is ten fold although he will feel it eventually. 

"Ah, I see. It seems that I have simply heard of his boisterous and loud claims by word of mouth then. He certainly has some big shoes to fill all things considered. Perhaps he is acting out because of that?" Vaati asked in a contemplative manner. "Rugrag... Hmm, that name somewhat rings a bell; from what I've heard he is rather young. I could be wrong again though; I've only really been to Snowhead on business related matters."

Vaati shrugged, shortly turning his attention to Medla's questions. "That I do, I am a traveling alchemist by trade." Speaking of alchemists, something of a 'business colleague' made their way into town; a Gerudo by the name of Sivilu. Vaati took note of her presence with a cursory glance from behind his mask, but chose not to disturb her, mostly because Vaati saw Raven moving to greet her. It would be ill mannered to suddenly approach, and Raven near enough looked like he wanted to stab Vaati all of a sudden. Like any other person with some form of self preservation, Vaati liked to avoid being stabbed. "Oh, so you haven't been to a Rito settlement as of late? Surely you are curious as to the customs of your people? I too have heard that place is veiled by magic, I personally have never been there either though I do have a contact that I trade wares with that is from there."

Another interesting addition meandered their way into the party; a stranger that looked very much like a Twili Colossus. Vaati secretly being not only sorcerer of the dark arts, but regularly attentive to the vibes of magic around him due to his travels could quite easily tell. Unlike what is typical of Twili to do being that they're known mischief makers in many circles of conversation, this one seemed quite meek and mild mannered. Vaati's thoughts on the matter were thus; 'Huh. Neat.'

Sivilu’s gaze was drawn towards the towering Twili as he made his way through the town; whilst she kept her distance from other for now, she continued playing her quiet tune.

However such seclusion during such festivities was hardly an appropriate place for privacy and before she knew it she came face to face with a Hylian she had met recently. Her plump lips curled and graced him with a knowing smile, “Sav'saaba, Sir Raven,” she cooed to him as her dainty yet strong fingers continued to thrum against the singing strings of the Oud , “I trust that my treatment for your injuries has sufficed? I must admit, the chances of the stars allowing for us to cross paths once again is rather intriguing. That being said, I am very pleased to see that your journey since our last encounter has proven to be a safe one for you.”

The woman paused to look around her, allowing for her emerald-green eyes to soak in the atmosphere of the festivities ever so readily before setting her gaze back upon the warrior, “So, do you frequent this gala?” 

NAME: Ruto
TITLES: Princess Ruto, Sage of Water, Zoran Princess
RACE: Zora
GENDER: Female


OVERVIEW
As a princess of the Zoras, Ruto is at home in the water, ruling over Zora's Domain at the point where the Zora's River flows into Lake Hylia. While her refined speech may initially convince enemies and allies alike that she's stuck up and snobby, her actions as a warrior instantly remind those on the battlefield why she's so beloved. As a child Ruto was demanding and bratty acting as quite the tomboy, however with age she took in a far more proper and ladylike demeanor. Being the eldest child of the royal Bloodline Ruto carries herself with dignity and a haughty air, this carries into the way she speaks and makes demands of others living up to her title. While expecting great things from others in her service, Ruto treats those who give her the respect she's due as well as a princess can. She enjoys fine jewelry and doting over her family and friends especially her younger sister Mipha. Ruto at an early age figured out she had a talent for controlling bodies of water, upon the discovery of this power she awakened as The Sage of Water. Ruto took to her role as a sage with grace and discipline, determined to learn everything she could about the responsibilities. Her strict study study eventually allowed her enough mastery over her powers to even create water from thin air and halt destructive tidal waves.While Ruto is the eldest, heir to the throne and The Sage of Water, she's even more proud of her younger sister's accomplishments. Ruto is overjoyed that Mipha is considered the finest Zora warrior her kingdom has to offer along with her title as Divine Champion. While Mipha is rather modest about her accomplishments, Ruto loves bragging about her sisters status, often encouraging her to be the best warrior and healer she can be.


APPEARANCE
Ruto is a light blue Zora sporting darker blue accents on the tips of her fins, the mixtures of these patterns make her fins look like rippling water wherever flow or move. She has a shapely womanly body adorned with glittering jewelry around her wrists; her bracelets are a mixture of gold bangles and silver scales that turn form wrist bands, hanging off these bangles are various Sapphires that complement the color of her fins. While her ability to control water is innate the sapphires on these bracelets do help her focus her powers. Ruto's face is beautiful and well defined with elegant eyes, the top of her head has two smaller eyes and is rounded resembling a hammerhead shark mixed with a regal royal updo in some respects. She has light blue lips and ears that fan out into dorsal fins, hanging from her ears are purple diamond earrings left to her by her late mother. Her regal fins are attached to her forearms and hips somewhat resembling a dress complementing her womanly features. 

POWERS & ABILITIES
As the Sage Of Water Ruto has total control over the element she represents. Water bends to her will and she can use it for just about anything from washing away her enemies to opening portals to far away oceans. As a Zora she is an excellent swimmer easily keeping pace with the fastest of fish while her gills allow her to breath underwater.


 

Why am I here? Is it not obvious? I gave into greed and desire. I sought forbidden power. They feared I would become a usurper like one before me. However, I don’t seek political power. I seek this power for myself, and myself alone. I don't plan to use against anyone. Few seem to understand that. -Galte

Name: Galte : Colossus of the Twilight

Nickname(s): Big Guy, Exiled One

Gender: Male

Age: Young Adult

Species: Twili

Triforce Affinity: Triforce of Power


Appearance: Unlike the thin, lanky appearance of his fellows, Galte is a towering brute. Broad shouldered and muscular. Notably as well is the fat that he wears a shadow beast’s helm. His hair forms into a shadow beast’s tendrils, and the marking of his kind, normally blue, fade through purple into red along his claw tipped fingers. He carries himself with a sense of pride and confidence be it as he walks of floats.

Personality: Despite being mildly power hungry, Galte has no interest in political power. He seeks no influence over country or army and would prefer to be excluded from any form of citizen forum. His lust is purely his own and his own life. This can often be difficult to get across to others, understandably so, but he’s content to explain to anyone willing to listen.

He often feels his interest in power stems from the Usurper Zant and his manipulation of the Twili. Galte was partially changed into a Shadow Beast during that time, however the process was reverted by the hero of time, and a Sol. It felt like Eons ago, but the feeling of power that came with that form never left the, then, young twili. He keeps these feelings internalised and quiet, fearing people would think he seeks to be another problem for him people.

He tends to think and act in equal amounts. He understands his strength and often seeks to apply it with precision. There is no sense is being strong and flailing about uselessly. A hammer is best when it actually hits a nail, and not the hand holding it.

Likes:

• Cloudy days
• The incredulous stares of others
• Challenges of a physical nature.

Dislikes:

• Bright, sunny days
• Holier-than-thou folk
• Persistent comparaisons to Zant

Abilities:

• Supernatural Strength: It should come as no surprise that Galte is ridiculously strong. He’s best compared to a Goron for strength.
• Self Levitation: Galte is capable of suspending himself in the air, as thought weightless. He can not extend this to anyone or anything. This is a result of his lack of training in this area of magic, as well as interest.
• Warping: Should the colossus come across a twilight portal, there is a strong change he would be able to use it to transport himself and anyone in proximity to him. He can not make these gats as of yet.

Weaknesses:

• Bright Lights: Thought Galte can survive in the Light Realm, it does not mean it is without difficulty. His skin burns and his eyes ache on even an overcast day, when exposed for prolonged time.
• Mind control: Galte’s lust for power is more than exploitable. One may not even need magic to persuade the young wili in cooperation. Just dangle the right carrot before him and he’ll swear loyalty.

Miscellaneous: The Helm he sports floats just in front of his face, but his tendril like hair obscures it from the sides.

Brief Biography: As a child, Galte ended up almost serving in Zant’s armies. Partially changed into a shadow beast, but reverted by the hero of time and a Sol. Since then, he sought that same feeling of power. His heart never gave into darkness, as he held onto a core narrative. The power was to be his, used by him and never against or for someone else.

He trained for countless hours, which troubled some of the leaders’ of the tribe, who were concerned with his apparent blind lust for power. Galte accepted their concerns, and tried to explain the more intimate and personal relationship he had with this quest, but it felt onto deaf ears. Galte could not fault them. He knew well of Zant’s crime and was determined to never fall down the same path.

The hands of the leaders’ were forced, in time, when Galte discovered a relic from the invasion. A near pristine Shadow Beast helm. As if making a pact with a dark god, Galte placed it upon his face and accepted it’s corrupting power. At last, he felt the same feeling from his youth. The sudden burst of power did not go unnoticed, and he was immediately apprehended without resistance. It was no surprise to him that he was now facing a trial and subsequently banished. Execution was on the table, but he showed no animosity or aggression. The only thing he refused to cooperate with was the relinquishment of the helm.

To prevent another calamity, the leaders’ decided it would be best to exile the Twili to the Realm of Light. The realm of shadows would certainly lead to a more disastrous situation, as who knew what the power hungry Twili would encounter or become. They granted Galte a parting gift, the ability to survive in the light, and cast him out.

It’s here that Galte’s new life will begin, all ties to his home severed, among people who may understand him. At worst he may just be left alone and left to his own vices.

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