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Basic Info| Name: | Midna |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 1982-01-13 |
BioPlayer Name: Lu
Email Address: dvlsdghtr@hotmail.com
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Midna
Series: The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Age: unknown; mid to late 20s
Physical Description: Once tall, slender, and graceful, Midna stood at a commanding 6'3", her skin tattooed a pattern of pale teal and black, her hair a natural flaming orange due to a mixture of genetics and childhood diet. With a long, pointed face, Midna's most noticeable feature used to be her eyes, large and severe and backswept. Her corneas were a soft yellow, her irises a bright orange, and her pupils a dark red, all due to the traditional diet for young Twili, and her eyes were surrounded by thick black lashes. Midna's hair used to be swept forward to frame her face along her cheekbones; the back of her hair was long and split in half to fall forward over her shoulders, where she secured it just below her throat with a square wooden piece.
Typically, she wore a traditional cowled cloak, the cowl secured by an elaborate headpiece. The cowl had an oblong hole along the crown of her head, allowing the headpiece to anchor to her hair. The headpiece consisted of one long horizontal bar, which threaded through the hair at the crown of her head and had decorative endpieces, and two short vertical bars, each hooked at the top. The hooked ends of the bars slipped through two small holes in her cowl, keeping it up despite the way she wore it far back on her crown. To the bottom of each of these two bars was anchored a one end of a chain, which ran along her crown and attached to an intricate piece that lay atop her forehead. Also attached to the piece was a yellow ribbon, which darkened to orange as it lengthened on either side, and Midna wore this ribbon tied at the back of her head, over her cowl.
The cloak itself was black on the outside, with elaborate designs down the back in a teal a few shades darker than her skin, and long sleeves that connected to the cowl. The sleeves were cut to just above her elbow in a V shape, and the cloak itself fell to her heels at its longest point, though the sides were a bit shorter than the back. Attached to the back of the cloak were two long lengths of fabric which hung to her knees and billowed behind her sleeves. The inside of the cloak was the same teal color as the designs on the outside. Underneath her cloak, Midna wore a long wraparound skirt, black with similar teal designs, and a long-sleeved black shrug that laced together at her sternum. The shrug was solid across her chest, but the sleeves had teal designs on them as well. She wore no shoes, but had an intricate anklet on her left ankle.
Though her body has changed, Midna's various accoutrements have not. She still has all her old clothes, her jewelry and headpiece, but she cannot wear them as she is right now. At the moment, Midna is almost four feet tall, with a rounded face and shortened fingers, and though her body retained its womanly figure, her face is most definitely childlike. Her patterned tattoos fortunately didn't distort as she shrank, and the black and teal markings traditional of her people are still quite apparent, though not as shocking as her transmogrified appearance. These days, she has abandoned her cloak and headpiece, wearing her simple wraparound skirt and shrug, a few child's anklets, and the pilfered crown of the Twili that had been a family heirloom. The ancient leather is well taken care of, engraved with tribal designs of the Twili, and Midna's rather thick ponytail is usually pulled through the top of it, securing it to her crown.
Personality: Midna is adept at finding out what she wants, and she isn't afraid to use every resource at her disposal--including other people--to get it. She is wickedly intelligent, and has quite a vindictive streak to her; if you cross her, watch out, because she can devise a thousand and one ways to get even. Adaptive and determined, Midna will stop at nothing to do something once she decides to get it done, and if the circumstances change, she'll chance her plans along with them. Above all else, Midna is proud--proud of her bloodline, proud of her heritage, and proud of her people; she is willing to suffer and toil for the sake of that pride, and if you ever dare sting it, she will not rest until you have suffered the consequences.
Even now, as a twisted and exiled once-princess, Midna is proud, though if she ever encountered someone who knew of her ultimate humiliation, she would be quick to humble and flee. She does not talk of her past and only offers passing explanations for her current form, and persistent inquirers can expect to meet nothing but controlled fury. She does have a softer side, however; kindnesses to her are repaid in kind, and her respect, though hard-won, is quite a commodity. Her tenacity for getting what she wants has a tendency to extend to those she cares for; she is a dependable ally and ferocious friend, though even her friendship won't spare you from her witty sarcasm and snarky retorts. However, Midna's recent betrayal and exile weigh heavy on her heart, making her cold and calculating, an aloof opportunist rather than the devoted friend she's long known herself to be. She is cynical and comes off as unfeeling, but she must do something to compensate for her shattered pride and wrested kingdom.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Midna has no weapons other than the small dagger she carries for self defense. Like all Twili, she is quite adept at treading lightly, and can sneak through the shadows undetected by all but the most vigilant of people.
Weaknesses: Midna's most obvious weakness is her tiny form. Unused to her small body, Midna is also somewhat ungainly, and even though she had trained a little in her youth to fight, just enough to defend herself, the movements aren't well suited to her new form. She relies heavily upon her stealth and her dagger for when things get rough; she is also essentially unacquainted with Aegis and its customs.
History: Midna was born into the royal family of the Twili, a strange nomadic tribe that traveled the seas in a loose band of several large ships under a single monarch. The Twili with their strange customs frequently felt out of place on the islands of Aegis and preferred to stay aboard their ships, out of sight and out of mind. Even seeing a Twili was a rarity, though knowledge of their existence was fairly common.
Though her mother died in childbirth, stranding Midna as an only child, she was brought up quite well by her father, the Twilit King. Raised from birth to someday ascend to the throne and be the leader of her people, Midna took her responsibilities very seriously, even as a child, and would absorbedly watch her father as he performed his various civil duties and took part in the sacred and secret Twili rituals. Midna, though, was not without levity; she was a wild thing, and loved to tell jokes and play pranks on the flagship's crew--her devious laughter echoing through the hold always made the adults watch their step.
She was not cruel, however. Midna's jokes were always just that, never meant to cause real harm and only intended for amusement. But one man never found the young princess's pranks amusing, and he was constantly reporting her misbehaviors to her father in the hopes that the king would keep her in line. Midna's father saw the pranks for what they were, and after a while began reprimanding the man for his obtrusive attempts at parenting someone else's daughter.
The man drove himself further and further from the king's favor as Midna aged, and by the time the king died three years ago, the man was teetering on the brink of relocation to one of the outer ships. As the unmarried heir to the throne, Midna was crowned princess using the sacred crown of the Twili, a royal family heirloom said to embody the vivacity of the entire tribe and the royal family's right to rule. Midna did not, however, relocate the man who'd pestered her for all her childhood, feeling that it would seem petty and vindictive when her grieving tribe was looking to her for strength and guidance.
Shortly after her ascension to the throne, Midna was affronted my a slew of suitors eager to fill the role of the Twilit King, and the disfavored man was no exception, despite the fact that he was nearly her father's age. When she rejected him, he threw an epic tantrum right there on the foredeck, and the scene ended when Midna very sharply reminded the man of his place and denounced him as a pathetic excuse for a Twili with no dignity or respect for their longstanding and sacred traditions. After the public humiliation, he disappeared into his quarters for a few days, not even emerging to eat. Finally, however, he trudged out of his quarters and bowed before Midna, devoting himself to her and submitting himself to her rule. He was pardoned, and after nearly two years of unwavering devotion gained the rank of her grand vizier. In general, he was very supportive of Midna's decisions, and publicly defended her rather unconventional decision to not marry right away.
However, unbeknownst to Midna, he was planning to subvert her authority and seize control for himself. About seven months ago, he encountered an outsider when he ventured onto land for resupply. The outsider was a disciple of the blasphemous arts of what outsiders called 'science,' and from this outsider he purchased a vast supply of a strange and magical potion called 'youth serum.' In reality, the serum was a synthesized hormone with effects opposite to that of a growth hormone, and would in small steady doses reverse the aging process and ensure eternal youth.
Immediately, the man began using the strange magic on himself, in the prescribed dosages. But he also slipped the serum into Midna's food every night, in dosages the man of science had warned him against, saying the results would be catastrophic. Though nothing happened right away, he persevered, and within a month or two, the princess Midna had changed perceptibly. Her height had dwindled, her face rounded...within four months, she'd become some strange synergy of adult and child, her curvaceous figure preserved, but only of child's height. Her pretty face had rounded, and even her long graceful fingers had shortened. Long before she'd reached her final state, Midna had locked herself away from the sight of her people, and the only one allowed in to see her was her loyal grand vizier, who brought her meals and catered to her needs as she hid within the royal quarters.
The time came for the grand vizier's final strike. Throwing open the door and betraying poor Midna, he called the Twili out to see their princess as he dragged her from her chambers by the wrist, her small body and childlike weight no match for his strength. He threw her to the floor and denounced her as a hideous and twisted creature, cursed by the Twili's gods and unfit to rule their people. Through her tears of humiliation and anger at her betrayal, she saw him wave a hand at her and apologize to the Twili for hiding her for so long. He had hoped, claimed the vizier, that she would recover, but it had grown obvious that she had fallen out of favor with the gods. And then, to twist the knife even deeper, he apologized to her for revealing her, and he assured her that it broke his heart to betray her even if it was for the good of their people.
Denounced and shamed, Midna could do nothing but accept his apology before the Twili, and knelt in silence before him as he proclaimed that it was the will of the gods that she be cursed with her form, and to slay her would not only be cruel but be in defiance of the gods themselves. Believing herself to be cursed as well, Midna submitted to his final judgment--she was banished from the midst of the Twili, never to return. The exiled princess was afforded a small rowboat and left to wander the seas of Aegis forever in her hideous form.
Before she fled the flagship, though, Midna managed to smuggle from her quarters the sacred crown used in the ascension rituals. It had been given to her ancestors by the gods themselves, and was supposed to symbolize her family's right to the throne. The sacred object was kept behind fine glass, the leather oiled lovingly by the royals themselves and otherwise only taken out for the sacred rituals that required its use. Cursed or not, that crown was hers, and she took it with her, wrapped in a cloak she'd long grown too small to wear. Armed only with a small dagger and a trunk of keepsakes and clothes, most of which no longer fit her, Midna was abandoned on the sea in a small rowboat with just enough food to last until she could get to shore.
Email Address: dvlsdghtr@hotmail.com
AIM Screen Name: LuTheDoctor
Character Name: Midna
Series: The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Age: unknown; mid to late 20s
Physical Description: Once tall, slender, and graceful, Midna stood at a commanding 6'3", her skin tattooed a pattern of pale teal and black, her hair a natural flaming orange due to a mixture of genetics and childhood diet. With a long, pointed face, Midna's most noticeable feature used to be her eyes, large and severe and backswept. Her corneas were a soft yellow, her irises a bright orange, and her pupils a dark red, all due to the traditional diet for young Twili, and her eyes were surrounded by thick black lashes. Midna's hair used to be swept forward to frame her face along her cheekbones; the back of her hair was long and split in half to fall forward over her shoulders, where she secured it just below her throat with a square wooden piece.Typically, she wore a traditional cowled cloak, the cowl secured by an elaborate headpiece. The cowl had an oblong hole along the crown of her head, allowing the headpiece to anchor to her hair. The headpiece consisted of one long horizontal bar, which threaded through the hair at the crown of her head and had decorative endpieces, and two short vertical bars, each hooked at the top. The hooked ends of the bars slipped through two small holes in her cowl, keeping it up despite the way she wore it far back on her crown. To the bottom of each of these two bars was anchored a one end of a chain, which ran along her crown and attached to an intricate piece that lay atop her forehead. Also attached to the piece was a yellow ribbon, which darkened to orange as it lengthened on either side, and Midna wore this ribbon tied at the back of her head, over her cowl.
The cloak itself was black on the outside, with elaborate designs down the back in a teal a few shades darker than her skin, and long sleeves that connected to the cowl. The sleeves were cut to just above her elbow in a V shape, and the cloak itself fell to her heels at its longest point, though the sides were a bit shorter than the back. Attached to the back of the cloak were two long lengths of fabric which hung to her knees and billowed behind her sleeves. The inside of the cloak was the same teal color as the designs on the outside. Underneath her cloak, Midna wore a long wraparound skirt, black with similar teal designs, and a long-sleeved black shrug that laced together at her sternum. The shrug was solid across her chest, but the sleeves had teal designs on them as well. She wore no shoes, but had an intricate anklet on her left ankle.
Though her body has changed, Midna's various accoutrements have not. She still has all her old clothes, her jewelry and headpiece, but she cannot wear them as she is right now. At the moment, Midna is almost four feet tall, with a rounded face and shortened fingers, and though her body retained its womanly figure, her face is most definitely childlike. Her patterned tattoos fortunately didn't distort as she shrank, and the black and teal markings traditional of her people are still quite apparent, though not as shocking as her transmogrified appearance. These days, she has abandoned her cloak and headpiece, wearing her simple wraparound skirt and shrug, a few child's anklets, and the pilfered crown of the Twili that had been a family heirloom. The ancient leather is well taken care of, engraved with tribal designs of the Twili, and Midna's rather thick ponytail is usually pulled through the top of it, securing it to her crown.
Personality: Midna is adept at finding out what she wants, and she isn't afraid to use every resource at her disposal--including other people--to get it. She is wickedly intelligent, and has quite a vindictive streak to her; if you cross her, watch out, because she can devise a thousand and one ways to get even. Adaptive and determined, Midna will stop at nothing to do something once she decides to get it done, and if the circumstances change, she'll chance her plans along with them. Above all else, Midna is proud--proud of her bloodline, proud of her heritage, and proud of her people; she is willing to suffer and toil for the sake of that pride, and if you ever dare sting it, she will not rest until you have suffered the consequences.
Even now, as a twisted and exiled once-princess, Midna is proud, though if she ever encountered someone who knew of her ultimate humiliation, she would be quick to humble and flee. She does not talk of her past and only offers passing explanations for her current form, and persistent inquirers can expect to meet nothing but controlled fury. She does have a softer side, however; kindnesses to her are repaid in kind, and her respect, though hard-won, is quite a commodity. Her tenacity for getting what she wants has a tendency to extend to those she cares for; she is a dependable ally and ferocious friend, though even her friendship won't spare you from her witty sarcasm and snarky retorts. However, Midna's recent betrayal and exile weigh heavy on her heart, making her cold and calculating, an aloof opportunist rather than the devoted friend she's long known herself to be. She is cynical and comes off as unfeeling, but she must do something to compensate for her shattered pride and wrested kingdom.
Abilities/Strengths/Weaponry: Midna has no weapons other than the small dagger she carries for self defense. Like all Twili, she is quite adept at treading lightly, and can sneak through the shadows undetected by all but the most vigilant of people.
Weaknesses: Midna's most obvious weakness is her tiny form. Unused to her small body, Midna is also somewhat ungainly, and even though she had trained a little in her youth to fight, just enough to defend herself, the movements aren't well suited to her new form. She relies heavily upon her stealth and her dagger for when things get rough; she is also essentially unacquainted with Aegis and its customs.
History: Midna was born into the royal family of the Twili, a strange nomadic tribe that traveled the seas in a loose band of several large ships under a single monarch. The Twili with their strange customs frequently felt out of place on the islands of Aegis and preferred to stay aboard their ships, out of sight and out of mind. Even seeing a Twili was a rarity, though knowledge of their existence was fairly common.
Though her mother died in childbirth, stranding Midna as an only child, she was brought up quite well by her father, the Twilit King. Raised from birth to someday ascend to the throne and be the leader of her people, Midna took her responsibilities very seriously, even as a child, and would absorbedly watch her father as he performed his various civil duties and took part in the sacred and secret Twili rituals. Midna, though, was not without levity; she was a wild thing, and loved to tell jokes and play pranks on the flagship's crew--her devious laughter echoing through the hold always made the adults watch their step.
She was not cruel, however. Midna's jokes were always just that, never meant to cause real harm and only intended for amusement. But one man never found the young princess's pranks amusing, and he was constantly reporting her misbehaviors to her father in the hopes that the king would keep her in line. Midna's father saw the pranks for what they were, and after a while began reprimanding the man for his obtrusive attempts at parenting someone else's daughter.
The man drove himself further and further from the king's favor as Midna aged, and by the time the king died three years ago, the man was teetering on the brink of relocation to one of the outer ships. As the unmarried heir to the throne, Midna was crowned princess using the sacred crown of the Twili, a royal family heirloom said to embody the vivacity of the entire tribe and the royal family's right to rule. Midna did not, however, relocate the man who'd pestered her for all her childhood, feeling that it would seem petty and vindictive when her grieving tribe was looking to her for strength and guidance.
Shortly after her ascension to the throne, Midna was affronted my a slew of suitors eager to fill the role of the Twilit King, and the disfavored man was no exception, despite the fact that he was nearly her father's age. When she rejected him, he threw an epic tantrum right there on the foredeck, and the scene ended when Midna very sharply reminded the man of his place and denounced him as a pathetic excuse for a Twili with no dignity or respect for their longstanding and sacred traditions. After the public humiliation, he disappeared into his quarters for a few days, not even emerging to eat. Finally, however, he trudged out of his quarters and bowed before Midna, devoting himself to her and submitting himself to her rule. He was pardoned, and after nearly two years of unwavering devotion gained the rank of her grand vizier. In general, he was very supportive of Midna's decisions, and publicly defended her rather unconventional decision to not marry right away.
However, unbeknownst to Midna, he was planning to subvert her authority and seize control for himself. About seven months ago, he encountered an outsider when he ventured onto land for resupply. The outsider was a disciple of the blasphemous arts of what outsiders called 'science,' and from this outsider he purchased a vast supply of a strange and magical potion called 'youth serum.' In reality, the serum was a synthesized hormone with effects opposite to that of a growth hormone, and would in small steady doses reverse the aging process and ensure eternal youth.
Immediately, the man began using the strange magic on himself, in the prescribed dosages. But he also slipped the serum into Midna's food every night, in dosages the man of science had warned him against, saying the results would be catastrophic. Though nothing happened right away, he persevered, and within a month or two, the princess Midna had changed perceptibly. Her height had dwindled, her face rounded...within four months, she'd become some strange synergy of adult and child, her curvaceous figure preserved, but only of child's height. Her pretty face had rounded, and even her long graceful fingers had shortened. Long before she'd reached her final state, Midna had locked herself away from the sight of her people, and the only one allowed in to see her was her loyal grand vizier, who brought her meals and catered to her needs as she hid within the royal quarters.
The time came for the grand vizier's final strike. Throwing open the door and betraying poor Midna, he called the Twili out to see their princess as he dragged her from her chambers by the wrist, her small body and childlike weight no match for his strength. He threw her to the floor and denounced her as a hideous and twisted creature, cursed by the Twili's gods and unfit to rule their people. Through her tears of humiliation and anger at her betrayal, she saw him wave a hand at her and apologize to the Twili for hiding her for so long. He had hoped, claimed the vizier, that she would recover, but it had grown obvious that she had fallen out of favor with the gods. And then, to twist the knife even deeper, he apologized to her for revealing her, and he assured her that it broke his heart to betray her even if it was for the good of their people.
Denounced and shamed, Midna could do nothing but accept his apology before the Twili, and knelt in silence before him as he proclaimed that it was the will of the gods that she be cursed with her form, and to slay her would not only be cruel but be in defiance of the gods themselves. Believing herself to be cursed as well, Midna submitted to his final judgment--she was banished from the midst of the Twili, never to return. The exiled princess was afforded a small rowboat and left to wander the seas of Aegis forever in her hideous form.
Before she fled the flagship, though, Midna managed to smuggle from her quarters the sacred crown used in the ascension rituals. It had been given to her ancestors by the gods themselves, and was supposed to symbolize her family's right to the throne. The sacred object was kept behind fine glass, the leather oiled lovingly by the royals themselves and otherwise only taken out for the sacred rituals that required its use. Cursed or not, that crown was hers, and she took it with her, wrapped in a cloak she'd long grown too small to wear. Armed only with a small dagger and a trunk of keepsakes and clothes, most of which no longer fit her, Midna was abandoned on the sea in a small rowboat with just enough food to last until she could get to shore.
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