Sawa's Characters

[Sawa]

Listed below shall be all the introductions for my characters. Instead of posting them each time for a Role-Play, I shall simply state whom I shall be Role-Playing, and you can check back here for reference as to who this character is.

Mm'kay. Let's begin.

[Sawa]

The sensation of a weightless universe, where emotions were futile, personality was treasure, and the thought of one, arbitrary person could completely alter the way millions lived enveloped her short stature. It was a nice dream to be dreamt. However, reality always was the correct depiction to be viewed. At least, when you were awake.

It was a warm feeling that soon drifted into the murky depths that descended on for an eternity below her. A bitter wind, or so it seemed, filtered about the liquid vicinity. A chilling sensation filled that pierced her bones like icy pins and needles. Her breath froze in her very throat, clogging what she had left to keep her from floating towards the surface lifeless.

“Huh!”

Relief. Quickly chapping lips inhaled what seemingly delicate bits of oxygen nature could offer. How had it become so frosty? Long fingers clutched at her neck, gently massaging her throat into a suitable state. Prior to dragging her numbed leg appendages onto the banks, the swirling water mystified her, as it was so cold, yet, would not freeze to ice.

Her saturated body shook consistently, her skin beaded with trickles of iced water, which gradually froze on the spot. It was almost difficult to maneuver her body in any way, as her soaked clothing became stiff with dampening water. The tunic, which clung fatefully to the torso, was creamy beige, however, pictured a dingy gray when wet so ruthlessly.

Her previously massaging fingers shifted to her russet brown skirt, which she found she had to manually hold to prohibit the waterlogged clothing from dropping from her waist. A swift glance with brown eyes proved to her that her bare feet were insensitive and pale, much like her hands, which she fought currently against the panging tickle in the skin.

“S-so…pecul-liar.”

Her voice was cracked, chilly, and in an unusual flat tone. It was that cursed water that had threatened to swallow her whole earlier. Never had the waters of Lake Hylia chilled with so much haste.

“I-it’s too odd-d.”

Her teeth chattered against her arctic state, and her feet moved in small, slow steps up the hill. It would be a decent interval of time before she brought her soddened self into a place of serene warmth.

“Uh.”

She grunted as she shook her stiffened neck, once drastically curled brunette tresses, strewing in different directions with the movement. What was she to think of this foreign corruption?

“Nothing.”

Alilera, infamous scholar of the history and inhabitants of Hyrule, felt the jovial expressions of the day drip from her features as the non-frozen water droplets did.

[Sawa]

The course of the circular orb that ascended and descended each night and day was what magnified the mind of many. And he was no exception. The iridescent beams that would shoot from their burning destination and unto his very skin were the most intriguing bits of thought that could come to his mind. The shine that would reflect from the burnished blade draping in his loose grasp could captivate his vision and swirling abyss of thought and feeling for the longest interval of time.

A single bit of puffy condensation that littered the horizon was enough to make his smile shatter into the scornful frown that was a rather rare occasion to see depicted on his features. However, such was not the case currently. So, the personally infamous grin was, indeed, set upon his expression with delight at the immaculate moment.

Typical Hylian attire dominated his style, the all-but-unique brown boots padding along with the movement of his feet. It was a gentle pace that he moved himself along with enough to enjoy what he desired constantly. Of course, with what his preferences of climate turned out to be, his tunic was lean and light to keep his lithe-built body cool in the warmth. Gauntlet clad hands tugged at the mentioned article of clothing, settling it back to a comfortable position.

The hardly audible ‘shhhng’ of metal brushing leather reverberated in the near vicinity as the tall statured Hylian sheathed his heart-felt dirk into its designated scabbard. The hilt, of course, remained in sight as it protruded from the sheath.

A now free hand stroked with long fingers through the fairly tidy tresses of brunette strands that protruded from his scalp and skull. The strings of hair, he had discovered, would settle themselves when shifted out of place. Though, he would act the gesture out of habit occasionally.

“That’ll do.”

He mouthed to no one in particular.

He was one of those types of person to be truthful. The sort that would speak out loud to themselves for no particular reason. Of course, he found no shame in these facts about his personality. They were, after all, just part of his childish sense of persona.

“So, Leeshin. What shall we do today?”

There the Hylian youth went again.

Talking to himself.

[Sawa]

It's an odd topic, emotions. The very pieces of the puzzle being highly contrasting to one another. Each has their own significant shape and size, color and texture. But then, how can each react in such a similar way? How is the notion of depression and cheer linked in ways so absurd that it all makes sense when put into thought? It truly is an odd idea.

One of which she strived to know.

She yearned to gather what knowledge she could about these pieces, and to put them together one day, to really see the 'big picture'. So, how could such a seemingly simple task be concealed behind the truth of difficulty? Well, that's certainly an unfathomable question.

That never did halt the flow of inquiries in her mind though. Everything has an answer, a relief to the unknown.

The problem was seeking out and cornering the answer. She'd do it though. She had been attempting what most claimed impossible, as well as idiotic, for more than half her life. She wasn't about to cave in to other's vague opinions now.

Morning gale blew throughout the vicinity, strewing dull red tresses of hair out behind the head of which they clung to. Oh, what a glorious morning it was.

A morning perfect to commence the previous day's events. Her green tinted eyes that endured the latter's proceedings depicted the very actions. An almost immortal cascade of novels, old and withered in their time, all former possessions of the spirited dead. Diaries, journals? Most likely, as they were lacking interest, yet, she read them without complaint. Or, as little complaint as possible.

The hands that flipped through the yellowed papyrus in this illusion belonged to that of a tall female, young, and agile in her years. Her dark blue tunic splattered with dust, and her gray leggings equally as dingy. Kokiri boots that had seen a better wearing scuffed at the, oddly clean, floorboards as she sifted through the remaining few of the novels.

It was a tiring previous day.

Perhaps this day would prove equally exhausting? It's always possible. Though, how was one to know if one did not initiate?

Taking a few strides up well-worn steps, the youth nodded lightly as she entered her desired destination. A veritable Rupee mine of information. Assumptions, these were, of course, but assumptions always had the possibility of attaining a truthful side.

A jovial expression set upon her features, slightly mind you, grinned away as she bodily entered the vicinity.

What if, above all hypothesis, she longed to learn more about a much different thing? One that she could always claim as hers entirely. A thing that would never break away from her own mind and spirit. Her reference, or possibly even her very own emotions.

Her name; Sateria.

[Sawa]

"So drag your feet against the ground. With me along this beaten path."

One would only assume that the 'normal' type of person wouldn't be caught within eyesight of any comparing man. They hide their emotions within their true self. Concealing it all always was a lot simpler, right?

"Hang your head in shame. That's all you have to show."

You'd think isolation would be salvation.

Though, who cares what you think? He surely does not. He is not compelled to do so. The blond hair strands shalln't alter gray with stress if he doesn't.

"Don't straighten your hideous posture. Just keep walking down the hill."

Desperate, perhaps, was what some could classify as. Classifications weren't too much of a priority however.

"Rip those blue eyes off the sky. Keep walking."

Individualism was one of the many desires of the male. Though, as was many others whom only wish for their own image. Quite hypocritical, no? Sure, it was.

"That's right, look down through the crystal azure. Just keep walking."

Crystal azure was a lovely simile for the blue tinged eyes of his. What good were they for though? To see those whom scorn and jest without purpose? Painful.

Pain was one of those concepts that could filter into your own tangible reality if allowed. It seemed that was all was left to surround his tunic clad stature any longer. Prodding with a point of dejection, rejection.

"Without you, you know is better. Walking away with your feet dragging."

He trekked, he traipsed, and he would continue to scrape his feet along the ground. He would walk until the very brown pantaloons that brushed against themselves would decay off his very legs. Until the darkened navy tunic would flutter off his torso in pursuit of the Guay that circled over head.

"That's right, walk out of the limits. Just keep walking. Keep walking."

Silvdi was always...walking.

[Sawa]

It was dark. It was always dark. Ne’er again could the light of today penetrate through his mind, leaving behind the veritable beauty that was life. He could no longer feel the comfort of color, the notion you receive when the beaming daylight of an ascending sun strokes your chilled skin. Shadows, dull shapes, and murky swirls were what inhabitated the abyss behind his eyes. It mocked him.

It teased him, jeered at him with what he use to attain. It threw what sensations were available into his mind, nagging with a prickly idea that he could not own what he most desired. It was torture that would not halt, it was a starving pang that would not stop tweaking at his interior. It was forever, and forever lasts as long as one permits it to.

He did not want it to last any longer.

He would not allow it. No, he pushed mightly with what will power he could muster to banish the tingling thought into the depths of his subconscious. It could rot into a never ending death when there.

A slightly twitching palm reached for the mess of murky brown hair, running long fingers through the entanglement out of habit. He only wished to be satisfied with what he could not see.

It was nearly a clean getaway from what he was burdened with. His attire was normal for one of his dilemma, a darkened tunic that was once a turquoise, now much more deeper, complimented with gray leggings that ended with a traditional Kokiri boot. How did a Hylian acquire such a garment? It was no secret, he stole them. A thief, he is. It was the least cynical impression, and it worked wholly.

He was young, yet, virtuous to his mind. It was all that was left to possess for himself, why shouldn't he take the best consideration for it? Or, at least, attempt to keep himself from reaching the brink of insanity.

They were sightless, always boring into the core of other's. Depicting in all ways the truth, they showed no emotion, refusing to allow the likes to enter or leave the head.

Murky, enigmatic, and often dark like the owner himself, they were, and all brought on early in his regretable life. It was a flaw that could not be taken back, a slip up that would never slip back into place.

A sigh emit from his position, the foliage above rattling a picture that could not be seen. At least, not by him.

Tefinel.

[Sawa]

Jovial sounds reverberated beneath the cobblestones of the Market, leaves and twigs swaying in tune with the silent melody as a lone figure swished appendages too and fro.

Sun shafts of a golden hue beamed down from their origin high above, illuminating the dancer in pale yellow, dust particles hovering with their own recital. Greens, blues, reds and a plethora of other colors streaked the streets lined with onlookers, their eyes in a dazzled trance, mouths slightly gaping unintentionally.

Non-assumable questions plagued the mind of the typical bystander, minds unsure of whether to admire or hold disdain for the performer. The mystifying hypothesis dissipated into the unknown once broken from their acknowledging trance.

-flash-

Contrasting colors of light blue, violet, and a pale yellow swished in motion as they clung to the body of the dancer. Light, vague and easily maneuverable the violet gauze top tapered around her waist, a lack of sleeves aside from the string of cloth in a light blue connected from the collar to ringlets upon the dancer's fingers.

Layers of pale blue, light violet, and yellow matched the torso attire, the skirt being flung about the dancer's legs, overlapping sheets of cloth brushing one another.

-taptaptap-

The nearly inaudible pad of violet-slippered feet performed rhythmatically with music echoing within her soul. Cracked and splintered wood withheld the weight which executed the seemingly useless. Moving feet avoided collision with knickknacks and trinkets of all variety. Freckled eyelids hid the vision of the audience from her sight, lightly pursed lips concealed beneath a violet gauze hooked behind her ears.

A final pose depicted with one leg poised bent and resting upon the knee of the adjacent leg, arms raised in a high arc above the brunette head. The brown tresses, tied high, halted all movement as the dancer's body had.

An illusion of innocence portrayed the concluding thoughts of onlookers, a final glimpse of all landing upon a single object nailed to the front of the makeshift stage of the performer.

A dark wood board, flashy letters racing the grain in an old fashioned style positioned sturdy beneath the graceful image holding her position above.

'Reyasa's Merchandise'