Name:
Cenedra Darigan, ex-minion to Hyrule's first evil overlord ever, ex-helper of the kingdom of Hyrule and ex-living.
Gender:
Female
Age:
She looks a bit older than 17, but she's actually around 26 (she doesn't know how long she's been dead, yet).
Race:
Sheikah (I think I proved that I can play Sheikah well enough, if there's complaints anyway you will have to get through Cen's previous life first
)Class:
Dead. Ghost, more like.
Looks:
Her looks could be described as near albino. She has a very pale skin and pale blond hair. The hair is shoulder-length and a stroke falls down in front of the left side of her face, because there's a scar over the left eye. She doesn't feel like explaining to everyone how it got there, that's why she hides it. There's also a scar on her back and the back of her right arm, she got all three scars in the same accident. Apart from all of that she has the looks of a 17/18 year old and stands at 178 centimeters.
Clothes:
She wears a blue royal guard-coat, which, in life, had belonged to her father. Some of the buttons at the bottom are left open so it falls loosely around the waist showing her part of her belly. The collar had a small star pin that indicated the rank. It’s a bit too big for her, so the sleeves are folded to make sure that she can use her hands freely. Underneath that a simple black top and black trousers. Her boots are black as well and both sport a red sphere on the front.
Personality:
Emotionally instable she had always been. At one moment she could be as sharp as tack and the other moment she was a wreckage left in a sorrow that didn’t necessarily have to be hers. She learned a lot through her travels in life, especially from two particular beings and a chicken who grew out to be her best friends. But just as she was really starting to like that feeling some sort of traumatizing thing as dying should happen.
She isn’t feeling her best and wonders whether she’ll ever get over all of it, and if she’ll even get to rest like a normal dead person.
Biography:
A last blurred vision of spikes rushing towards the pinned girl was all the remained on her eyes.
Slowly she dropped to the ground her vision darkened and and a white light shining in the distance. Her body didn't struggle against the sorrow and regret that filled her heart.
Rest. For the eternal frozen plains that had never knew love until she met two unsuspicious figures who taught her more than any other would ever.
Friendships and hardships. That would lay in her mind forever slowly faded and made way for a never ending path.
Death. To all dark thoughts that were hers.
Quiet, dark and scary were not nearly enough to describe the Kakariko Graveyard. Seemingly lost drifting lights were floating around here and there. The sky always cloudy and the atmosphere always thick and dusty. The same days drifted, passed and forgotten. Over and over, a day started and ended in the same old fashion.
On one of the grave a girl sat, looking at a growing tree and a slowly decaying sword. Every once in a while a lady would come by and clean her grave, but the visits became more sporadic over time and they soon stopped. The girl remained, seen by none.
No recognition was left in her eyes, no fresh air would enter her lungs and never would she feel a breeze passing her cheek. Although a constant force made her hair drift as if blown by the very winds she never felt.
When the visits ended time started to run even more slowly, she could see by the way the tree would grow and the blade withered. Because of that she started to feel lonely and contemplated why she hadn't gone yet, why she remained on the grave.
After a little while she started to wonder around the graveyard, every once in a while she scared the wits out of the grave keeper which always seemed to lighten her spirits (haha, no pun intended). She didn’t make friends with the poes. Poes don’t like humanoids, even if they’re dead.
But two of the poes didn’t seem to mind, they had been composers in life and for the first in her days on the graveyard she actually talked to some one.
“Say there girl, you seem to be in a very dampened mood!” One of them started when they spotted her wandering towards the royal gravestone.
“Not surprising is it brother? There’s a really dead atmosphere around this place...” The other, a more tiny, fat poe spoke.
The girl looked at them, she approved of the poes’ sense of humor. Before she could say anything back though the poes were circling around her.
“A Royal Guard?”
“At your age?”
“Quite remarkable, I say!”
“Eh, no, it wasn’t mine. It was my father’s. I think.” She said, her voice soft and unsure. She felt weird, no air was needed for her to survive anymore but still she breathed to be able to speak.
“May I ask you who your father was, then?”
“I don’t know, I never really knew him.” Starting to feel more at ease she replied. “I didn’t grow up at home.”
“Flat, we’re rude! She doesn’t even know who we are or vice versa!” One of the poes prodded his lantern into the other.
“Ah, quite right Sharp. We, my girl, are the composer brothers, I am Flat, and this is Sharp. We were killed during our research to what magical effects music might have.” The other poe said.
“Oh, my name is Cenedra, I don’t even remember what I’m doing here. It all seems so long ago.” A contemplative look shot her face before she forced a smile and stared at the ever growing tree in the distance.
“Aha, so that’s what the dampened look was for!” Flat said and took the girl by the hand. He lead her to the royal grave and seated her there. He then floated towards one of the gravestones and ticked it lightly with his baton. “I want you to listen.”
From all over the graveyard other poes started to appear, they formed lines and seemed to get ready for something.
“It’s a healing song, we wrote it.” Sharp explained and just after he said that the poes began to chant. It was beautiful, slow and unearthly. As Cenedra witnessed and listened to it she realized everything she had forgotten in the flurry of days that had passed. Her mind dwelt on memories that seemed to be near forgetting. Everything she remembered was everything she had lost. She shivered and silently wished they would stop before she’d go mad with regret.
The days after that she remained talking with Flat and Sharp they at least were nice company. Thanks to them she was reminded of what she used to be and some recognition had returned. She didn’t seem nearly the specter without a memory she was. Flat and Sharp said she was well on her way to become a true ghost now, but she wasn’t sure if that was what she wanted, knowing where her true friends were.
Eternal Rest, was not for her yet.
Item storage:
None. She doesn't need any at the moment.
Weapon:
The withering sword standing near her grave is hers. She stole it from one of her superiors when she was a minion.
Skills:
In life she used the sword she watched decay over time, it was one her most prized possessions. She was also learning to use Din's Fire spells, which have come in handy quite often and also made her a bit of a loon when it got down to setting things on fire. As a spirit she never forgot how use both skills.
Starting Place:
Kakariko Graveyard
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