Raloc

[Jarin]

Name: Raloc (last name unknown)

Age: Doesn’t know, somewhere between 20 and 35

Height: 4 Feet 5 Inches

Weight: 115 pounds

Build: Short, strong, fast

Eyes: Greenish/blue eyes that change with his mood.

Hair: His hair is a brown and caked with blood and mud and it reaches to about his shoulders.

Alignment: Good

Race: Picori

Description: He has unusually pale skin that almost seems to shine in the light. His face is angled much more than most Minish. He has scars from battles long past and cuts still healing on his face. His lips are dry and cracked and drip blood. He wears a green and brown tunic, splattered with mud, torn on the left shoulder, left forearm and right rib. You can see many cuts and battle wounds across his back and arms. He walks with a half limp after he was slashed across the Achilles tendon by a pickpocket when he tried to cut off his accomplices’ hands because they attempted to steal from him. His trousers, a dark orange, are torn to his knees from all the trekking he does. His feet are covered in dirt and his shoes are patched beyond belief. He wears a hat he got from the Old Man, a brown color, similar to a Beret.

Equipment: He holds a 4 foot long staff, composed of yew, with a spherical ruby on the top, signifying all the money, apart from a few rupees, he has left. There is a scratch down the right side of the staff, from top to middle, where it veers off. The staff is dark beige, and is worn from many battles from long before Raloc was even born.

Magic: He has the ability to shoot Fireballs from his staff and freeze anything over a short period of time.

Special Abilities: Utilizing a hat he received, Raloc can shrink down to the size of a eggplant.

History: Long ago there was a circus troop called “The Hyliaknights” a band of gymnastic knights that wowed all they performed for, with acts including sword swallowing, catching flaming arrows with teeth, and hand stand walking along five inch boards thirty feet in the air.

Among the troops there was a family consisting of a father, Remo, a mother, Saphiria, and a young boy, their son Raloc. His mother was a master archer, hitting every bulls-eye, and wowing the crowed. His father would juggle lit bombs, and through them all into the air right as they would explode, causing dazzling fireworks. But Raloc was different. He fed, watered and cared for the troop’s animals. But in another month, he would visit the troops traveling sage, and she would look into his soul, his inner person, and choose what act he would be destined perform.

All his life Raloc had been ridiculed because he was “different”. His facial features were similar to most Hylians, though they seemed to be exaggerated. He had a larger than usual nose, long pointed ears, and rosy cheeks that never changed. Though he didn’t know it, Raloc was actually a Minish, and his family had been exiled to the world of the Hylians.

One night they stopped at Malon and Talon’s ranch to rest on there way to Lake Hylia to perform for the Zoras that swim out there at this time of year. As the rest of the troop made their encampment in the horse pen, Raloc snuck off to the barn to visit the horse and cows. As he went through the pen’s gate, he look over his shoulder to make he wasn’t being followed, he walked right into Malon. When he turned and saw her, he turned beet red and bolted to the end of the barn, his heart racing. He had always being enchanted by Malon, but he knew she was too good for him. Her father owned the only ranch in Hyrule, and made a large profit. But his troop barely got by, even with all their popularity and work.

As soon as his heart calmed he peered around the corner, and saw Malon had brought everyone food. Quickly and quietly, as his father had taught him, he popped through the door to the stables with the agility of a rabbit.

He wandered through the barn, running his hand on the animal mane at random, lost in his thought. He remembered the sweet look Malon had given him when he bumped into her. Raloc let out a loud sigh and dropped into a pile of hay. A second later a deep, booming voice proclaimed “A Goron could have herd that sigh from the top of Death Mountain.”

Raloc jump up and pulled his dagger out of its pouch. He looked into the dark, peering at a darker section of the shadows near the doors. He believed he had heard that voice before but…
“Dad?” Raloc called out into the darkness.
“Yes, it’s me son. Malon told me everything, so I came looking for you,” Remo replied.
“Dad I…I’m just so confused,” Raloc answer back.
“Son you’ll understand these feelings one day, just wait. Now I’m going to bed, don’t stay up too late” stated Remo, leaving his son to puzzle over his thoughts.

The next morning Sapphiria asked Remo where Raloc was,
“Maybe he got up early. I’m sure he’ll meet us on the way. He’s strong child,” Remo answered.
At that exact moment, Raloc was snoring in the hay, having fallen asleep in the barn at twelve that night.

Raloc woke up an hour later. Groggily he rubbed his eyes and yawned, when in mid-stretch he saw the light streaming through the window.
“I'm late” he shouted running out the door in a fury.
When he ran around the corner he bumped right into Talon.
“Your family just left, heading toward Lake Hylia; if you hurry you can catch them. Go now,” Talon explained.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, and made it to the gate just as the troop passed the entrance to the Geurdo Desert.

“Mo-”
As he started to call, A single flaming arrow flew threw the air, in a perfect arch, until it landed on the troops wagon.

“NO!” Raloc screamed, but the sound of all of the bombs in the troop’s wagon exploding in the fire drowned him out.

A Geurdo slaver band rode out, slaughtering everyone in their path. Soon all who were left were five people, two women, two men and a young boy. Two of them were Remo and Sapphiria, the others decoys for Raloc’s family. The Geurdo’s fell for the plan taking the decoys captive, and leaving Ralocs parents. Just as he went to run to them, four arrows flew through the air, embedding themselves in the calves of the adults. A horse appeared, wrapped rope around there feet and dragged them off to the Desert.

Raloc tried to chase them, but Talon stopped him, and told him he would be murdered if he tried. Raloc fought back tears, and ran toward Kakariko Village.

As he entered he saw an old man staring at him. When he wandered toward him, the man boomed “Young one, come here.” Raloc, with no where else to go, obeyed.
“Your name is Raloc?” The Old Man questioned.
“Yes,” Raloc replied. “How do you know me?”
“I know much, an your name is no exception. You will learn that soon. Now come with me, I’ve been expecting you.” he answered. Raloc, too stunned by the old mans speech, followed without hesitation.

Later, after they had talked about what happened to Ralocs parents, the old man asked a question Raloc couldn’t answer. “What weapons are you proficient with, young one?” Raloc stared at the ground, trying to think up an answer. “I’ve only ever used a dagger, though my father let me swing a sword once. Almost took off his head.” Raloc replied. “Well if you’re not a warrior, how about magic?” The old man asked. Raloc laughed out loud. “Magic? Like performers in the troop?” He stopped laughing once he caught the old mans look. “No Raloc, I’m talking about real magic. Very dangerous magic. Give this a try.” He grabbed a beautiful, slender staff from the corner behind him, and handed it to Raloc. “Give this a try,” The old man whispered. “Okay, but I don’t see-” Raloc began, but as soon as he touched the staff, a tingle shot through him, and he knew a power greater than he’d ever felt was inside him. “I feel…alive,” he breathed. “Just as I thought,” the old man replied. “You, my boy, are not a Hylian. You must train.” “Wh-wha-what?” Raloc stammered, caught off guard by the old man once again. “I will tell you everything when you’re ready. Now we begin your training”

Raloc train for many years under the watchful Old man. One day the old man called Raloc into his study. “You are a Minish, I can tell by your face.”
“A-a Minish?” Raloc cried with surprise.
“Yes. Now take the staff and go, fulfill your future.” commanded the old man
“But-” Raloc started.
“GO!” And take this hat. You can use it to shrink to the size of a grapefruit, but use it sparingly.” Raloc knew the old man cared for him. He gave the old man last hug and headed out the door. He looked back, and knew he’d never return.

I heard people say they'd RP if their were others.

[Nayru's Love]

Late response...

But as you can see, and as stated in another RP thread, the RP right now is pretty dead. Most of the people that did Role Play are long gone. Sorry. =/

[Avalanchemike]

There's no need to rain on his parade. Maybe he can get it up again, you don't have to repeat yourself over and over saying that.

[Nayru's Love]

I'm not repeating myself. Oss was the first to inform another member. And there isn't much one member can do.


If the RP becomes active again, that's great. But seeing as the active members here (with the exception of about two) don't RP, it's highly unlikely.

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