Wyfa

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Full Name: Wyfa ( pronounced way·fer )
Alias: The missing fairy, The wandering fairy
Age: Nineteen
Birthday: Spring 22
Race: Fairy
Occupation: Cartographer
Pronouns: She, Her
School of Magic: Farore


The tale of this fairy had begun within the serene forest that the Kokiri race inhabit, protected by the mysterious woods and the wisdom of the Deku Tree. Like many of those of her race whom live here, she was eventually destined to be partnered with a Kokiri whom she would guide through their life. At least that’s how things were meant to occur. But Wyfa was a fairy that had curiosities to the world as a whole, with at the time a naïve outlook to the dangers that this seemingly alluring world could hold. Her interest wasn’t enough to get her to a lot of trouble at first but with her desires rising with each at it came to a point where she was trapped in a skulltula’s nest once. But nothing was as dangerous as the time where she attempted to venture into the lost wood, unknowing to her being the last time she’d ever see her home in years.

Coincidentally this had been the time where a group of outsiders had chosen to venture into the wood in the hopes finding an item that would nag them a quick rupee. A fairy wasn’t just a quick rupee, more like a goldmine with their dust capable of increasing the potency of any potion it touched. So the moment the innocently unaware Wyfa was spotted she was nimbly captured in the confines of a sealed bottle. Naturally this absolutely terrified the young fairy but being too far away from home or the protection of the Deku Tree her pleas fell on deaf ears. With that she was thrown into a bag, as the darkness and sounds of footsteps were the only things her senses could feel for hours.

Loud sounds occurred, the clashing of blades. The cry of something unfamiliar, then suddenly the bag that she was in rumbled and crashed against the ground fortunately also breaking the bottle she was in. Slipping out from the bag, she could witness that the group that she was captured by was under the attack by monster. Their attention was comprised to an degree that something as small as her could easily escape aided by the noise of the conflict. Not in captivity any longer, but with another problem on her hands, she was lost in an unfamiliar location a wide field without any idea how to go home. It wasn’t as if she could simply go back to the people whom had trapped her to ask for directions so she had no choice but to travel on her own.

It had been years since this frightening experience happened to her, but it did aid her in becoming cautious of people’s intentions. She had found out eventually the location of the forest but instead of opting to go back she chose to remain on her own as her adventures to find her home had taken her from one place to another, seeing on her way a lot of beauties of the world along with a lot of its dangers. But all in all, she came to enjoy the thrill and feels at her current point in time that she couldn’t live without it. Knickknacks that Wyfa happen to come across would be sold to people whom she trust, along with her having a business of creating detailed maps of the areas that she explored.



· Wyfa is approximately 5.4 inches, just a bit smaller than an adult's finger. Short white hair with green eyes, and a peach skin with butterfly-like green wings. Can be recognized by her trademark green glasses.

· Emits a green glow when flying about, but that's simply the dust from her green wings sparkling in the light.

· Has a soft but high pitch of voice. Capable of singing to a decent degree but nothing too impressive.

· She is capable of lifting up a pen, but struggles with anything heavier.

· Carefree on her own but cautious around people. She's awfully cheerful and reasonably optimistic but her optimism often causes her to underestimate issues and problems. Is undoubtably an expert when it comes to exploring when it comes to experience and wisdom and does have the habit of being side-tracked when it comes to seeing anything new, feeling as she should study it.

· Impeccable memory that’s capable of memorizing vast amount of info and reciting it without an issue, she utilizes this to draw out maps when in town instead of doing it on-site, this way she doesn’t need to carry a lot of equipment with her.

· The scent of hibiscus flowers is like catnip to her, while she absolutely hates the coldness of winter, but mainly due to the harsh winds and snow the makes her life travelling harder. She does have a poncho for that kind of weather though.

· Fears confinement due to her experiences when she was younger.