Ziya Nasira [Complete]

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• Chipper – Ziya, is, surprisingly, upbeat and cheerful. As long as you’re alive, there is always another chance, another opportunity just waiting for you to recognize it and seize it. While this might sound opportunistic, and it is, it is this sort of thinking that has gotten Ziya through the bit of hardship she’s endured in life. While she wouldn’t use the words silver lining, hardship is more of a mental state. It could be worse, could be better. If you keep thinking it could be better, well it takes a certain strength to keep on thinking that and not fall into despair. Not that she advocates simply letting problems sit and simmer, as without any effort or action, really then you have no one else but yourself to blame for your tears, your blues. She tends to exaggerate this trait of hers when she is peddling her wares...mostly because frowns and what not aren’t liable to get you any sales. As a result she can seem... overtly cheerful and a tad hyper when selling, the latter the result of talking faster than she would normally. She tends to incorporate slang more often when she is peddling her wares if only to get across exactly what she’s selling as fast as possible, or to grab your attention in case you’re not familiar enough with the talk.
• Clever – While not traditionally educated, Ziya is quick on her feet mentally after years of coming home and being bombarded with questions concerning not only what she has learned, but the importance of it. While she might not be able to come up with a conventional “correct” answer, she is quite astute and is able to evaluate most questions asked of her. She is particularly adept at diving the purpose of questions being asked... once again thanks to the swarm of questions she has been routinely subjected to by her mentor, which often had a secondary overall scheme to them. She is also notably receptive to any other tutelage that she might graciously receive.
  
  
• Confident – For a little sprout like her, you’d expect her to be cowed rather easily. However, she is actually quite confident in her own capabilities despite her youth as both a merchant and an “alchemist”... or as much as her views allow her to be. After all, she hasn’t starved yet and she’s on her own. That is proof enough that she is able to take care of herself and really, besides that is there anymore that she needs to be able to do? Not really. It might sound odd, but she tends to take comfort in the fact that she doesn’t “know”. That the world around her is a mystery... primarily because she conversely believes that the extent of accumulated knowledge is rather... lacking in depth and in meaning. It doesn’t take a genius to be observational, although it is the first step in becoming aware. While this does not mean the endeavor to increase one’s own understanding is inherently futile, it merely stands to reason that the unknown aspects of the world around her should not be terrifying. She is quite aware of where she stands, and who she is in this aspect and finds solace in these facts... or lack thereof. In knowing at least part of herself, she is thusly confident in her own abilities.
• Reflective – While she does indulge in bluster a bit in her dealings, she knows herself... well somewhat. Arguably, her peddling is a second job as she much rather have time to herself and think... reflect upon the day and all that has happened. Being able to reflect upon her own doings and the events of the day is crucial to internal alchemy and to pursue the path of bettering one’s self. She can be quite pensive... though whether or not she is bettering herself is another matter entirely.
• Patient –She is able to wait and is content to do so... for the most part. There isn’t a rush despite the manner in which she haggles. Mostly, her patience is what allows her to tolerate the nonsense of day to day dealings with her customers with a smile on her face. Though she can be opportunistic and cold, she is surprisingly tolerant. Well... she has good self-restraint at least.... It takes a lot to rattle her cage, let alone get her to make a huge fuss. There are more important things to do and everything happens in due time... really there is no reason to get flustered. Besides... that means they win. Who is they? Well obviously the person that managed to get her all flustered in the first place.
• Opportunistic – Considering part of her own personal philosophy is to take advantage of opportunities when they present themselves, it should come as no surprise that she is opportunistic. Don’t let her size fool you, she is can be quite ruthless when it comes to peddling... and she has no qualms about take you for a ride if she thinks that she can manage it. Or haggling. She knows her way around a deal. Ignorance is really your own problem, not hers. If anything as far as she is concerned, a bit of pain here and there is the most excellent teacher. Not that she expects you to thank her, but the point remains that she isn’t responsible for your own stupidity.... Nor is she about to let a sob story get the best of her. As precious as life is, and that is not in doubt... there is a rightful end. She isn’t going to stand in the way of the goddesses from taking a soul. If it benefits her, most likely she is going to seize the day so to speak unless it interferes with her moral compass or puts her in a bit of a quandary. She is opportunistic, not so much a risk taker.
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  Detached - As one might suspect, Ziya is... quite detached. While she enjoys interacting with people and what not, she has difficultly forming true bonds with others. Yes, she can make “friends”, but, that really just means that she favors them... happens to enjoy their presence. Emotionally she doesn’t really attach to people well most likely because that sort of attachment has been discouraged consistently throughout her life. It is rather difficult for Ziya to trust others enough to let that attachment form. While yes, she trusts that most people aren’t stupid enough to commit a heinous crime in broad daylight and are generally... attempting to be decent. Other than that she isn’t inclined to believe in other people, unless of course it involves their own interest. While she has rationalized many of her relationships, with that came a certain... lack of emotions present in those bonds. It was their duty, it was the right to do this... rather than it was because they enjoyed me. She tends to keep skin deep connections with others, and prefers to keep it that way... because beyond that is uncharted territory. It should also be noted that she is also for the most part detached to physical possessions, having few... and it was excess greed in her opinion that caused her to wind up with the old man in the first place. Not that she is far above greed herself.
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  [li]Cold – Despite her chipper manner of talking and her personality, Ziya can be rather cold to others. Not just in the sense that she doesn’t show her emotions well, but on principle too. Unless others are willing to help themselves, she isn’t inclined to lift a finger to help others around her. She can be downright fatalistic when it comes to the life and some of its hardships. That there are certain challenges which cannot be overcome no matter how hard one struggles and that life must end at some point. In that sense, she isn’t particularly inclined to help or get in the way of the will of the divine. It should be noted, that yes, she shows emotion, but for the most part unless it is amusement and the like, she doesn’t tend to show it as much. She isn’t much for talking about emotions, or sentiment. It just doesn’t help anything in the long run. At least from her experience. While yes, she does indulge in certain fantasies herself, she remains mostly tethered to hard facts. Really, don’t come crying to her and expect her to pat you on the back and tell you it is going to be alright. Ultimately she has a “sunny” disposition, but when push comes to shove, she can be rather frigid and offish.
• Mischievous – Surprisingly Ziya has a mischievous streak... she has no qualms with playing tricks on those she calls her friends... all in good fun. She does... actually have a sense of humor, problem is that sometimes she goes a bit overboard. As in may slightly... cross the law .Well according to her she has a great sense of humor... and really doesn’t see anything too wrong with her pranks. Granted, she isn’t inherently malevolent, but she does like to have her fun. Most of the time, it is theft where she starts crossing that line. Not just at shoes or something else meaningless...but, usually something to get you into a lather. Considering that this might also entail breaking and entering... well she might be intentionally ignoring what she’s learned about being a good “houseguest”. Though she isn’t particularly fond of the abundance of rules and laws to begin with.
• Secretive – Ziya has a terrible habit of keeping secrets. Not that this is inherently terrible, but rather the sheer amount that she keeps to herself is troublesome. She isn’t the habit of explaining herself mainly because as far as she is concerned it really isn’t your business now is it? No, it isn’t, but her unwillingness to explain herself often gets her into trouble. That and while she is friendly, she often, like most people has the common sense to keep her opinions about others to herself. Can’t really afford to burn any bridges so to speak. She doesn’t really express her full opinions about others, letting her assessments stew. While not inherently dangerous, it does mean that she can become rather moody... and won’t necessarily tell the poor sap exactly why in the first place. That and it really isn’t healthy considering she doesn’t have too many people to vent these... frustrations to begin with. Can’t go about blabbing how you feel about potential customers now can you? Granted, she is one of the best secret keepers out there.

[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]APPEARANCE

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It is hard living in a world of giants.[break][break]

Ziya is barely 2’084”, her diminutive size a bit startling to those that see her... well that is if they aren’t familiar with the Deku. It should as no surprise that she is equal as light as her small frame suggests if not lighter, weighing no more than twenty eight pounds. She is fully grown thank you very much, though... it is a tad annoying. Not that her size is going to stop her. Her body is a lean shape, a bit spindly as her arms are a bit longer than her uhh legs. Though her face is the exact opposite, a bit rotund and childlike much to her own displeasure. Her eyes do in fact glow yellow, it just can be difficult to see them in the daylight. Much easier to see in the dark, or say a cave. For the record, she doesn’t style her hair, it is natural, because “trimming” it is painful... it is a part of her body and yes it feels pain. She has two buds on the side of her head, though she can blossom more of them and often her body does so without regard to her personal opinion in the spring. The color changes each season. The leaves upon her head have grown long enough that they are weighed down and form an unruly bob of sorts. They continue to grow, slowly, but usually wither and die before they become too unmanageable.
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She doesn’t conform to Hylian fashion, her clothes are made from plant fibers and other organic materials. While it is... more traditional, it is in part because most clothes are simply not made for her size... let alone able to handle the friction between her skin and the cloth. While her bark is more waxy than rough, there are still sprouts every once in a while that wreaks havoc upon clot. It is possible that she is related to the lilium candidum as she retains her leaves even during winter and often sprouts white flowers. Weaving together the leaves of the abele tree, she wears a white flexible skirt that allows her to move around with ease. As most species are modest about their female’s... tops, she wears what appears to be a cloak of sorts over her clavicles despite not having any of the typical visible secondary characteristics of the female sex as shared by the rest of the races. At least for propriety’s sake... it is scrap cloth, nobody cares and nobody is going to miss it. Despite her general stance on materialism, she does wear a carved wooden bracelet from her mentor Li. Other than she wears no other adornment... there really isn’t a reason to. Her hands are scarred a bit from making mistakes when brewing medicine and from making traps when she was just a sprout.

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Ignorance is the one attribute that all creatures on this world share, the lack of knowledge. All are born with it, born without knowledge into this world. Whether or not we struggle against it is another matter altogether. Despite everything, all knowledge that has been accumulated amounts to nothing in the grand divine scheme. It is easy to accept what is seen, and leave it at that. To not question further... or if one does to not question meaninglessly. Ignorance is freeing, did you know? It is very easy, rather tempting, but who rather hear of all this dreary talk? It isn’t particularly fun, now is it?
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The only truth that I can assert is that I know nothing, but, that means that I have everything to learn, doesn’t it? Which is a lovely thought if I do say so myself.
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It is funny, I was ignorant to this truth once, even as a small child, a seedling of five or six years. Despite being so new to the world, you would have thought that I would have known this. You’d be wrong of course, I thought I knew everything about the woods, because I had been told. For I was born into a small family of traveling merchants. Trappers and skinners, we sold our wares across the provinces following the animals. It was a simple life... well unless you consider haggling simple. It isn’t, but it is a good deal of fun. Though, foolishly enough, I thought I was lonely, even though I had two older brothers, Tai and Mu... not that I called them that in public, it just wasn’t done. Those were their personal names, it didn’t make sense to give strangers something so... integral to us. Something that is filled with such love. Of course I did it anyway. Tai, I didn’t keep close to, how was I supposed to? I knew only of his shadow that would continue to loom over Mu for years to come. Tai left as was expected and became his own person, became a trapper and a traveler just as the family did. It did nothing for my perceived loneliness, another person gone from our little caravan. All alone in a forest filled with life, how silly of me... and to have wept of the presence lost... of an older brother I barely knew. Instead, I tried clinging to my parents, but often it would led to them ignoring me.
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Only in self-reflection I suppose did I understand why, coddling me would have done nothing for my personality. All they desired was to see their daughter grow strong and tall, independent and able to take care of herself. Rightfully so, with so few of us bound together. In silence, they showed their true love.
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Willingness, dedication, patience, and innovation, these were the four key attributes needed to excel not only as a trapper, but as a skinner. In life as well, though of course, willingness was always a bit vague. There was of course more to it, they sold their own skins and meat... a good part of it was of course managing to sell it at a good price. Waste not, want not, to find a use for all parts of their prize... though not everything went to market. Or so the old adage goes. Of course none of the selling bit mattered if there was nothing to sell. Can’t sell anything without a smile though, be all cheery like, gab, get to know them. Be bright! Yet, as Tai left, that age old advice was not sufficient. Oh the ignorant bliss of childhood... how selfish I was. Really, I was.
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The family had enjoyed an influx of income. Tai had been a skilled trapper, but in his absence my older brother, Mu, did not even measure up to the shadow that Tai left behind. Not that I could measure up to him either, after all I had just begun to learn the basics when Tai had left. Mostly I spent time cowering at the front of the stand when we were selling. Too many people and what not. Mu struggled with divining the path of animals... and it was because of this that the family suffered. I had been too young to truly understand why my younger brother left camp for longer and longer periods of time. The constant worry of my parents, well it went over my head to speak bluntly. Mu kept getting admonished, as I traipsed around the camp, begging him to take me with him. I had learned how to make a snare, I could find things, found some down and plumage, I could be useful to him. Inherently selfish, how I demanded my brother’s attention. Must have been worse when I heard rumors about a swamp. Met my own a few times, but always noticed that we never stuck together, unlike Hylians, unlike any of the other faces here on this world. Used to ask him to come look with me. Didn’t even know where I was going to start looking, but, there you had it. I thought, really how endearing was this... that if we found a nice place that I could see the rest of the tribe whenever I wanted. That I wouldn’t be lonely if there was a whole bunch of us together. Ah the musings of childhood. My brother was smart enough to not let me out of his sights after that. I might have known a bit about here and there, but I was far too concerned with the idea. Yet, his skills suffered more for it.
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I was ignorant to it, too busy pursuing this... idea of mine, regardless of the consequences.
Then there was old man Li.
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It wasn’t the first time I had meet others of my kind, it just was the first time I had seen more than ten together. It actually felt like I was a part of something bigger. Without the extra money and without Mu poor attempts at trapping, my family had to come to a hard decision. One which I could only resent them for at the time. There is no kindly way of putting this, but I was given to old man Li to raise. At most I was ten years old... a good age for an apprentice. Mu was needed to help keep the business running and... well... I was too young to do much more than hawk at our stall, which I balked at. The old man, well, he took me in. Despite my attempts to evade him of course. My simple little life had caved in, it was over, it was terrible. Utterly terrible, I was being given over to a stranger... for reasons I couldn’t understand. It was in my best interest, it was for my own good. This was what I was told over and over again. A child could not understand this, I most certainly didn’t. Yet, they were right. Only now I could say this. For the old man, despite all of his faults gave me a freedom... and pried open my empty head. I hide from him, I ran away, I did all that a ten year old is wont to do in an unfavorable situation... even scream. The old man must have a headache, but he never came, never said anything about it unless I was disturbing his brewing. Once I nearly didn’t come back... certain needs always needed to be satisfied and so eventually I had to come crawling back, but... a story for another time. Rather he came when I needed him, truly needed him. He did not hold my wailing against me for the most part. In the end, I just had to accept that it was him and I.
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And whatever else happened to be living nearby.
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Chores were a necessity... the old man was well getting on in his years, his bark creaked, it broke, he was frail, yet he continued to brew medicine and the like. Went on by himself to gather the ingredients even though he was frail. I once offered, but was refused... much to my displeasure. For I was ignorant and he claimed that I wouldn’t be able to find the ingredients despite seeing them every day, hanging or drying, being cut up or brewed, even steeped. Instead I was sent outside. I suppose it was the first inkling that I was ignorant. Each time I would wander out, Li would ask what it is that I learned. I can remember once in which I told the old man that I had found an ancient tree for it was covered in moss. He was quick to ask what other factors had led me to that conclusion... and there were no others that I could think of. No other observations that I had made. Quite silly, now isn’t it? I didn’t even think about how tall it was nor how wide it was, just simply there was moss growing on it. It proved his point. I was belligerent, ready to prove him wrong... my observational sessions grew longer and longer in an attempt to disapprove this man who had taken me away from my life that he was wrong. All I did was prove him right. How many times had I passed a glade in Faron Woods and thought to myself I have seen all that it has to offer, only to be proven wrong, only for a stray question prove that I had not noticed that stump had begun to rot. Merely an example, but the point has been made clear enough.
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It is amusing, I went along so blindly for almost two years before truly rebelling against this endless, ceaseless questioning. Rather blatantly I challenged the old man to answer the questions he’d asked me... probably doesn’t seem like much, but he had no duty so to speak that forced him to care for me. Eventually the answer was... simply, I do not know. Not once did I think to admit my inability to answer and he had done so freely. Of course I was furious at the time. I had spent two years peddling his wares for his normal customers... little me... who was frightened of crowds and we had barely scrapped by. Well at the time I thought so, I still thought I needed so much. Or that we were lacking in funds. Once I stopped trying to outfox the old man, being all showy, I began to learn of the craft. Not that such exercises stopped being employed against me.
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I suppose the rest is history.[break]
It isn’t as if I’m going to expose the secrets of my trade mind you.Honestly, the rest should be quite obvious. Well if you were paying attention at least.[break][break]

[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]MISCELLANEOUS

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As mentioned in the app, Ziya’s name is actually Lan. She took on the name to protect her personal name, which she only gives out to those that she feels are close enough to use it. Her “last” name differs from when she was a child. Nasira is the “last” name of Li’s face name, and she has kept it partially because of her respect for the old bloke.
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Despite everything, she is still interested in finding a place where in theory her kind can live together. At least for the future, she is a bit doubtful that it is of interest to her kin right now.
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While she would be traditionally labeled as an apothecary, she is actually an alchemist. The major difference is that as an alchemist she practices medicine and reflective techniques to better herself. Granted she still sells medicine and potions, but there is a spiritual aspect to her profession, which includes further her own knowledge and understand of the world around her.
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As alluded to in her personality, while she does have manners, whether or not she chooses to use them is an entirely different question. In all honestly, half the time she forgets much to her own personal embarrassment. They weren’t exactly... considered important when living with her mentor.

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PLAYED BY Aphe

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