Pila Courcel (complete!)

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<p>Pila is a creature of contradictions, and those who have paid attention to her maturation since her father brought her to court at the age of fourteen have described her as charming, gregarious and even mesmerizing on her best days, and indulgent, distracted, strange, and impulsive on her worst. Whether one thinks there are more of the former or the latter is really a matter of opinion, and almost everyone has an opinion.<p>

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<p>human form:<p>



<p>She is a proud, fey thing, with wild eyes as dark as a cloudless night, and a healthy, albeit willowy, form. The heritage of the Zora is obvious in those slender lines, in that otherworldly loveliness that touches her features, high cheekbones made for a life among the aristocracy, soft lips, a delicate jaw framed by flowing waves of sable. Her golden skin is clearly pampered, soft and flawless with warm undertones that mark the heritage of house Mereliot. There is a strange quality to her beauty, an often distant and unpredictable aspect to those lovely dark eyes that can be off-putting, even when her her curves manage to entice. Yet she carries herself with the effortless poise of her noble blood, every movement marked with a youthful sort of arrogance, a presence somewhere between commanding and gently compelling.<p>

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<p>A gown of warm ivory brocade covers her slender form, the contrast of the pale fabric highlighting nicely the golden undertones of her skin. It has upon it a simple pattern of leaves and flowers, one woven so finely into the fabric that it takes a close look to even know it is there as anything other than a slight golden gleam, a play of bright and shadow. The cut of the garment is simple enough, with long sleeves to protect against winters chill that fit to the elbow before flaring lightly, a neckline that plunges in a 'v' shape just dramatic enough to give a tempting glimpse of cleavage, and a fitted waist enhanced with a belt of burnished golden discs that rests on the gentle swell of her hips. Skirts fall in a gentle drape towards the floor, full enough to be luxurious but not to distract.<p>

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<p>Shining sable hair is worn mostly loose, a few pins of burnished silver holding choice pieces back from her face before the rest falls down her back in softly brushed curls. On her right ring finger a band of rose gold gleams, set with sapphire and jet between simple, open circles that resemble the links to a chain.<p>

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<p>Zora Form:
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<p>relatively the same as her human ones, but marble white skin and no clohes or hair, also webbed digits, but you don;t wanna read the same description twice do you?
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<p>They named me Pila and they told me “To entwine. To cling.” And so I was born. Clinging. Climbing. Pushing my way forth, to be the first. To cling to my chance at breath, at life, at everything. Mother said they had to pry my little fist from my brother’s arm to bring me forth into the world. Did I fear he’d be left behind? Did I fear he’d leave me behind? Out of the darkness and into the light, albeit reluctantly. Papa feared he would lose all three of us, and then just one of us. Which one would he have given up? He never had to decide. And so we were born.<p>

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<p>Pila and Piko. I preceded my brother by a mere two minutes all in all, though no one was counting joyfully amid all the blood and fear and whispers. And since that moment he and I have been attached more oft than not. One is light where the other is shadow. One is joy where the other is pain. We are mirrors or opposites, but either way our blood is the same. No one knows me like my brother. No one ever will. How is it that some souls manage to travel the paths of their life alone? It must feel like such a long road.<p>

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<p>Though marked both by the struggle of our birth and the privilege of our House, our parents did all that they could to make our childhood as normal as it could be. My father was the Knight-Commander of the Zora Kingdom as well as the second born child and only son of the current king, a powerful and prestigious man, but often quite busy. Though it is said that he in his youth enjoyed all the fun and folly that a courtier may, he found in my mother a quiet sort of happiness, and we spent as much of our days in the estates outside of the underwater cities as we did around Grand-père and the Palais. We swam wild and free through cavern and castle alike. Free as birds. Until Maman wanted another child and made us all afraid for her. Until sadness and death, and Gustav. It took me several years to love my youngest brother. But it was not his fault, was it? He did not know. Papa has been different since, at least a little bit. But haven’t we all?<p>

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<p>Then one night my father hurried into the room, he explained that he had received word there was rebellion afoot and though he did not know when he knew that it would occur and that our best chance of survival was on the surface. My father and mother remained behind despite our pleas because if not we would be noticed missing and a manhunt would begin. I knew grand-pere had long been....slothful, but that it had come to this was a heartbreaking. Still thanks to mother and fathers sacrifice we survived, used our charms, and struggled our way to the surface.
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<p>Piko and I surfaced on a beach in the surface world, the fresh air burning our lungs, the sand scratching and wounding our mostly seaborne, but we were where most Zora would not look for us, and as we lay there panting and clutching one anothers hands we knew we would live on, we had to, so that whatever our parents had to sacrifice, it was not in vain. We would return one day, we would reclaim our homeland, our empire, from whatever had dared to snatch it from the true imperial family, for now though, we were only eight years old, not old enough to lead any sort of rebellion. So we stood on shaky legs and started to walk, until suddenly Piko suggested an idea that, while wise, was heartbreaking.
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He told me that we should part ways, that way even if they found one of us, they would not find the other. He told me that he would go to the Gorons, and seek shelter with the chief there, while i should take shelter with the Hylian Royal Family. I agreed because i knew he was right, and to this day i haven't seen him yet, but I have heard he has made a life as the Goron Chief's Steward and I am proud of him, I only wish I could tell him myself, or even send him a letter, but no one must know, lest word reach the usurper, whoever he or she may be.

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As for myself, I made my way to Hyrule, struggling on legs I was still not familliar with and my stomach filled with determination to live rather than proper food. Until I finally made it to the Hyrule Town. They were kind folk, and those who saw me immediately took me in, bought me a night at the inn and provided me with food. From there, and once i had a tub of water so I would not suffocate, i dropped my illusion and showed myself. I showed them the Zoran family gem, I told them what had happened, though i made sure not to mention how my brother had lived, and from there word spread about me and a formal petition was made that i might be granted an audience with the royal family.
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Thankfully the response was quick and favourable. Relations between Hylians and Zorans were positive and when they heard of how my families throne was usurped and the true royal family possibly murdered they willingly took me into their home and offered me their protection. So it was I became a princess on land and sea as I was still addressed by what they declared to be my true titles. Still time and tide wait for no man or woman and I had to move on with my life.
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It was a good time to be us then. To be me. Ripening into Games of Love as the Ward of the Royal Family, a rising star at the court. Even if I was yet too young to indulge in everything, there was so much that I could enjoy. So much to make the darkness fade away. I was too busy working as a squire to worry when the sicknesses came. I was busy being knighted when they warned us that it would be a hard winter.
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But I could not forget my empire forever and in time my eyes turned back to the Zora domain, I longed to return and knock the usurper off his throne, but those who had taught and raised me for the last several years told me diplomacy would be a better start than war, and so i sent him an offer to meet with me so we might discuss things, face to face. Out of the darkness, and into the light.

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<p>Nicknames: Pia, Highness, Sun-in-Shadow, The Summer Queen, Mon Ange du Palais <p>

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<p>Hobbies: Dancing, Drinking, Kissing, Laughing, Staying Out Too Late, Reading Novels <p>

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<p>Likes: Praise, Poetry, Learning New Things, Love Letters, Strength, Family <p>

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<p>Dislikes: Sleeping, Pressure, Dismissal, Presumption, Prawns, Excesses of Pride <p>

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<p>Some Notable Stats <p>

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<p>Presence <p>
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<p>Wits
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<p>Intelligence<p>
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<p>Composure <p>
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<p>Stamina<p>
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<p>Politics (Royal and International) <p>
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<p>Persuasion (Subtle Convincing, Negotiations) <p>
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<p>Expression (Written Word) <p>
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<p>Intimidation (Staredown, Veiled Threats) <p>
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<p>Socialize <p>
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<p>Social Status <p>
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<p>High Society <p>
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<p>Family Standing (House Courcel) <p>
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<p>Politics <p>
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PLAYED BY Ciera

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