Vaati

At long last, the wind mage is reborn. I tread the earth; I breathe fire; ice is my coffin and the wind my lullaby. I. am. GOD. Vaati Reborn RP Blog. I do NOT go by the Manga!

[shadowfxlk-blog]

“My name is Impa, Leader of the Sheikah tribe. I have answered the question given. How about you follow suit and tell me who you are." She spoke, striding forward to look at the other more closely.  If she were to utilize the abilities of the Eye of Truth, she would be cheating in finding who and what he was. But then again, he obviously was not human.

[rebornofwind]

There was a sort of shrill laughter, the kind that got under one's skin and forced out all their darkest secrets. Yet he stood still, cloak covering a thin, oddly pale body. "I do not think you so ignorant to need ask." Silver hair fell to one side, the wind mage quiet as ever while steepling his fingers. One wide, red eyes scanned the sheikah up and down, his gaze turning about to look around their surroundings.

"You may call me Vaati, though I have many names by now, I'd imagine," There was a pause, his expression manic, "Do tell me, 'Sheikah', that word is very familiar. I do believe I saw it back in that dreadful, dark place. Hmmm?"

[otwilightprincess-archive-blog]

░░░▒▒▓█ ▌♚♔♛♔♚;; ☽            

The dusk monarch  could relate,  for the tales of a hero whom would alter into a divine beast at the  touch of  Twilight was once just what  it was  —-  a mere tale  &  no more ; no less.   Recently   it  had  been  proven  to  be  accurate,   reality  ;   a   b l e s s i n g. Many myths  &  beliefs were  seeming  to link with  one    another.    Was    it,    perhaps ,   fate ?

                    ≺❝’ Oᶠ ᶜᵒᵘʳᶳᵉ… ᵃᶳ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤᶳ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᶤᶠᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉʸᵉ ᶜᵃᶰ ᶳᵉᵉ. ‘❞≻

[rebornofwind]

The way she moved influenced his own, each step countering one of her own. She was graceful and beautiful, yet not like any creature he'd ever seen. Not like beast, demon, Picori or the dreaded humans of the surface world. His eyes, red as could be, thinned in her direction.

"Pray-tell and do not think me rude, but what are you? You seem like no ignorant Hyrulian I've ever met and I doubt you are one of the... lesser beings of the world."

[rebornofwind]

did u really just call me a

 'purple pissbaby'

PURPLE PISSBABY

[rebornofwind]

((Open Starter))

“The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us;…”

Soft clicks echoed throughout the chamber, strides long to carry their maker effortlessly. The scent of old dust and many inks permeated the fabric of the draperies, the poem’s reader far from comfortable in a place he’d only just discovered. How long had it been? —Yet how terrible his stay had been, the winds of change ne’re once caring to pass him in concern. Nay, for he had been left and forgotten; a mere shadow on the wall to be buried beneath the blood of his enemies. Beneath a growing darkness that threatened so many that it too had become simple myth.

“The dark and vicious place where thee he got            Cost him his eyes…”

The voice that carried such poetic words from the pages of an old, tattered tome was gentle. Surprisingly light and even feathery in some ways, drifting on the stale and stagnant air that had crowded the empty library for weeks.

But the mage knew he was not alone, red optics sliding to their corners to catch sight of a shadow. To whom did it belong? Perhaps a wandering vagabond that had wandered too close, a child of intense curiosity that couldn’t help but sneak a peak at a legendary monster? Hmmmm~

"I do know you’re there. O’ stranger, listening to the bleats of artful banter that spill from a demon’s lips, is that how you wish to appear? Do come closer.” Masked beneath the plight of honeyed works lay his insanity, his anger and hatred. A childish need that lay dormant within— but why show it now?

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“I am made of magic, what do you think? Of course I smell of it. Be careful, I have quite the holy touch." He laughed, watching the other. "I do say, you dress more peculiar than I!”

[rebornofwind]

A lone, slender brow raised at the mention of his clothing. O, The tall, ethereal facade of what was once a mythical storybook character canted its head forward, eyes half-lidded. To what would he owe the pleasure of such a 'magical being' as he so dubbed himself? He wasn't aware that any would even be alive this far back into the past... perhaps his calculations had been off.

"Peculiar? I suppose, though no less practical than the garb you don. Do tell, what is this place?"

[rebornofwind]

otwilightprincess

Ohhh. Such brilliant colours adorned what Vaati assumed was the flesh of an elegant woman. Yet he could sense it there-- practically inhaling the scent of magic that dwelt within that flesh. The mage cocked his head to one side, ruby hues half-lidded when he took in a second glance, stave within hand.

"Perhaps there is more truth to myth than one would e x p e c t..."

[rebornofwind]

Red Haired Girl

A flicker against the red earth, against the blue of the sky said to be created by a Goddess divine. Moonlight-coloured locks settle easily against soft fabric, contrasting the brilliance of ruby red gemstones that sit across from a thin, slender nose. How interesting that people could actually make a living out of a place so scarcely populated. To have the courage to venture out on their own and create a life after the turmoil that rocked the earth.

Slender fingers tugged the ornate hood of azure further over the mage's features, his footsteps carrying him closer and closer to the drawbridge that would lead him into the marketplace. As he understood, this town was recovering from a time gone by. A time that was forgotten by those whom had not been involved-- as if time had simply erased itself and began anew.

Yet his eyes caught sight of a young woman, lithe in build, and he paused in his trek inward to observe. The outlandish style of her clothing was certainly something to note, though perhaps more noteworthy was the absurd shade of red that sat so oddly atop her head. He cared little if she caught him staring, eyes narrowed from beneath the shadow of his veil.

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[rebornofwind]

verydisagreeable

Crimson eyes landed upon a figure most interesting, curiosity clearly piquing within the young man's body. His brows lifted, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and for only a moment could his petite fangs be seen. "You reek of magic." Was all he would say, clearly amused by the thoughts gyrating about inside his head. 

[rebornofwind]

shadowfxlk

Thin eyes narrowed upon sighting a head of blonde hair. The impish young man cocked his head to the side, a waterfall of mixed lilac and silver strands pooling upon navy cloth. One hand perched upon his waist, a silver brow raising-- the symbols she donned were rather familiar. Perhaps a little too familiar for comfort.

Raising his head, the wind-mage spoke carefully, though amusement certainly danced upon his features. "Who are you?"

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[rebornofwind]

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

What a mundane question. The planet was a vast place that appeared to fill up with water that much more as the years went on. There were cities sunken beneath the ocean, places he doubted could ever be reached on foot should the Goddesses be as vain as they surely do claim. Yet… 

He wished to return to the woods. Perhaps to see those whom had spat in his face those years ago. He had been such a, as many would claim, ‘good boy’. Strange, perhaps. Odd, even. Different enough to condemn. But Ezlo… 

"Nowhere. I am content wherever I dwell. Alone.”

[rebornofwind]

[rebornofwind]

                          Sᴏᴍᴇ Sᴇᴀʟs Sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ Bᴇ Oᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ…

Novella and Multi-paragraph Vaati roleplay blog. 

Main storyline set in an AU post-OoT, but will play in all timelines through use of AU/Verse settings. 

Willing to plot or wing-it, spontaneous Rps are just as much fun as plotted ones for the mun. 

Generally friendly, new to the Zelda RP community. 

Skype is available upon request.

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[rebornofwind]

"Oh, I doubt that." Pale fingers rested against the mage's lips, half-lidded crimson hues glistening in the dim light. "What could you possibly hope to acheive?"

[rebornofwind]

((Open Starter))

"The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us;..."

Soft clicks echoed throughout the chamber, strides long to carry their maker effortlessly. The scent of old dust and many inks permeated the fabric of the draperies, the poem's reader far from comfortable in a place he'd only just discovered. How long had it been? --Yet how terrible his stay had been, the winds of change ne're once caring to pass him in concern. Nay, for he had been left and forgotten; a mere shadow on the wall to be buried beneath the blood of his enemies. Beneath a growing darkness that threatened so many that it too had become simple myth.

"The dark and vicious place where thee he got            Cost him his eyes..."

The voice that carried such poetic words from the pages of an old, tattered tome was gentle. Surprisingly light and even feathery in some ways, drifting on the stale and stagnant air that had crowded the empty library for weeks.

But the mage knew he was not alone, red optics sliding to their corners to catch sight of a shadow. To whom did it belong? Perhaps a wandering vagabond that had wandered too close, a child of intense curiosity that couldn't help but sneak a peak at a legendary monster? Hmmmm~

"I do know you're there. O' stranger, listening to the bleats of artful banter that spill from a demon's lips, is that how you wish to appear? Do come closer." Masked beneath the plight of honeyed works lay his insanity, his anger and hatred. A childish need that lay dormant within-- but why show it now?

[rebornofwind]

                          Sᴏᴍᴇ Sᴇᴀʟs Sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ Nᴇᴠᴇʀ Bᴇ Oᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ...

Novella and Multi-paragraph Vaati roleplay blog. 

Main storyline set in an AU post-OoT, but will play in all timelines through use of AU/Verse settings. 

Willing to plot or wing-it, spontaneous Rps are just as much fun as plotted ones for the mun. 

Generally friendly, new to the Zelda RP community. 

Skype is available upon request.

Home || Rules || Main Verse