Saba's simps and saps

[Sav'saaba]

Yaku

Lucke

Mabel

Inzir

Yuru

The Minish

Note: will update with character art at some point

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Name: Yaku
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Hylian
Class: Shaman

Appearance: Yaku isn't considerably tall or short for an adult Hylian male in his thirties. Due to his lifestyle of being a transient, trekking long distances from the ruins of villages and settlements to another on foot (horses never worked out), he is in rather fit physical shape, albeit not significantly toned.
Yaku's natural complexion is a light tawny, a trait he inherited from his mother, one that seemed to be dominant among all her offspring. Turquoise shoulder-length locks of fine but well-brushed hair with wispy bangs frame his face. His eye colour is lilac.
There are dull blue markings tattooed onto the left side of his face, that extend like tendrils down his neck and left arm, culminating into an intricate knotwork of symbols from his deltoid down to the fingers of his left hand. The facial tattoos are subtle and delicate, and their presence can be overlooked by those who merely glance at him while passing by.
Yaku is often leaning against things, relaxed in posture and expression, making him come off as possessing a lackadaisical disposition.

The shaman's attire is considered eccentric and maybe even scary by most Hyruleans. A fitted, turtlenecked taupe leather jerkin that is sleeveless and lined with cream fur covers his torso. An assortment of feathers, small animal bones and skulls spruce up his garments, and a long string of glass marbles and vials with enigmatic contents hang suspended from his waistband of fitted dark pants.  Long strips of a dark greyish violet fabric, different incantantions painted in neat hand upon them, snake around his legs from the thigh down, and wrap around and cover his feet. These wrappings resemble gaiters, and a number of small bells are stitched onto them. On his left ankle he wears an anklet of lacquered wooden prayer beads.
Another piece of garb he dons, when there is no need to be mindful of not unsettling the mortals, is a hooded mystical robe woven from monstrous materials. He often leaves the pointy hood down, however. It's really a bit of a silly thing, and he likes to see with both his eyes instead of just the one.

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Name: Lucke-Me'ï is the name she was given on the Hebran summer day that was her first. The patronymic latter part of her name was revoked, so now it is just Lucke.
Pronouns: She/Her
Race: Sheikah
Class: Duelist

Appearance: Standing at a height that is a good head shorter than average for an adult female Sheikah, Lucke is a compact mass of toned muscle and tendon, but without being bulky or stocky.
Delicate, feminine facial features and the gentle curve of her jawline belie the rabid ferocity that she demonstrates while wielding the blade. Since Lucke's heritage is undiluted Sheikahn, the natural colour of her hair is a pale platinum, but it is currently dyed a fiery crimson. It is almost as blazing and deep a red as her irises.

Lucke has great upperbody and core strength, enabling her to scale most obstacles with seemingly little effort, a shock of wavy, shoulder-length hair fluttering in the wind as she vaults from one ledge to another. It appears that Lucke can not speak. Because of this, Lucke relies on a writing slate and chalk for communication, supported by gesticulation and sign language where possible, and she habitually exaggerates her expressions. Lucke is very fast at scrawling down her thoughts if she needs to communicate. If she smiles she will do so broadly, if she pouts she can break hearts, and it is often not hard to make an educated guess on her mood and intent. It is for this reason, other than showmanship, that she is masked whilst dueling, so as to not telegraph whatever her next move will be. The mask is an eerie and peculiar thing, black and red ceramics wrought after and bearing the toothy grin of the bokoblin, but be it a heavily stylized likeness. A wide and broad earring crafted from luminous stone dangles from one of Lucke's earlobes, its loop large enough for its twin to have been repurposed as an anklet. At night and in dark environments, they glow with an otherworldly light. Some have called Lucke's taste in fashion bad. Honestly, to her 'eclectic' seems to better describe her ensemble, that is, had she cared about any of that. For Lucke, no stifling armour to hamper her movements, since she relies on dexterity and speed to keep her poorly pigmented hide from attaining more scars from nicks and cuts. Most of those are from before she blossomed into the woman she is now. Cream and burgundy overlapping robes with a stylized bokoblin-patterned black trim that reach down to mid-thigh fit loosely over a red-ochre cropped undershirt and skin tight calf-length black trousers. The lower parts of her toned arms are swaddled in straps of linnen for support, and the soft-soled sandals on her feet allow her to move nimbly.

Lucke is an excellent swordswoman. Demon princess is the moniker Lucke's erratic, wild dueling style has garnered her among spectators and dueling enthusiasts; it pleases her. She is physically strong for a female and nimble and fast. Lucke can perform a wide array of jumps and acrobatics and she scales most obstacles with relative ease. Her blade is named Skulltula Bite, after a monstrous spider from legend.

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Name: Mabel
Pronouns: she/her
Race: Hylian
Class: Elemental mage


Appearance: Mabel is a lass that is fifteen minutes younger than her twin brother. Her short stature and slim build reveal that she still has some growing up to do; she lacks the curves and bosom of a more mature woman -which is just a nice way of saying that she is flat as a board. She embraced this boyish look however; her thick, teal-coloured with cobalt streaks hair is, save for a plait braided across to the right side of her head, cropped short and undercut to emphasize her slender and long neck which transitions into a well-defined, rounded jawline. Although somewhat diluted by her mother's genes, Mabel's slightly tawny skin colour is a trait she inherited from her paternal greatgreatgreatgrandmother. Or something. That's what dad told her anyway. Big, expressive eyes with a colour reminiscent of the amber mined on Death Mountain make the lass look easily approachable. Her ears are pierced,  one stud is made of ruby, the other sapphire. 
Mabel loves painting her nails and make-up, and is seldom seen without .

The girl prefers wearing neutral-coloured gilets and jackets, some of them set off at the hem with lace and frills, and flowy, long harem pants which catch in at the ankle over more feminine attire like actual dresses. She is often the victim to fit and model whatever Ashley's latest creation is. She doesn't exactly mind, though she does sometimes question if her twin needs an intervention whenever he presents her with another of his sewn monstrosities. Some of his creations she adores, however.

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Name: Inzir Gul of the Sisters of the River of Sand. Inzir suffices.
Pronouns: she/her
Race: Gerudo
Class: Matchmaker

Appearance: Inzir stands at a height just a smidge taller than the average adult Hylian male, making her look considerably less imposing and more approachable to the lion's share of the general Hyrulean population than most of her Sisters do.

Despite having received combat training in her youth, Inzir has hung up the scimitar long ago, and therefore lacks the lean and extremely developed musculature that is typical of her warrior sisters. Nonetheless, she retains a slender yet wide-hipped hourglass figure.
Quintessenial Gerudo in her facial features.

Inzir's long, slightly wavy hair that is usually pulled back in a long ponytail is a shade of burgundy, and the colour of her skin is that of caramel candy.
Inzir's default type of dress is that which is widely common for those who share her heritage; a Gerudo top that exposes her midriff and stomach, and her lower body is clad in a sirwal of a flowy, light fabric.

She is thoroughly bedecked in jewelry of all kinds, and usually wears ornate headpieces, of which she owns a wide array of designs and different materials. Other than sporting multiple piercings in both ears, there are four tiny studs embedded into the skin under her right eye, roughly on the socket's lower ridge, another on the right nose wing, and there is a delicate ring through her septum. The pale gold of her irises is brought out by her smokey-eyed look, and her lips are always painted to emphasize their volume.

Inzir recently moved her business, the Silent Princess, to the rebuilt Castle Town from the Kara Kara Bazaar area, seeing a whole lot more opportunity there for it.

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Name: Yuru-Ne'ez
Pronouns: he/him
Race: Sheikah
Class: Yiga Blademaster

Appearance: Yuru is a Sheikah male in his 20s. He stands significantly taller than most other Hylians and Sheikah, yet is not so tall that it feels that doorways and furniture were simply not designed for someone of his stature.
Due to his occupation, Yuru is physically very fit with a well-developed physique. His broad shoulder mass and toned, tapering abdomen give him a V-shaped silhouette, which is accentuated by the skin-tight Yiga clan bodysuit he is dressed in for most of his waking hours. Yuru has platinum blond hair that reaches just down his shoulders when not tied into a traditional Sheikah bun or a short tousled ponytail to which he never includes the spiky side-swept fringe that covers part of his forehead. As a true blooded Sheikah for generation upon generation, he has red irises and a very fair complexion. Like all Yiga, Yuru is able to disguise himself as an inconspicuous Hylian traveler or Zonai Survey Team member when called for through a glamour. But that's not all! When not in uniform, Yuru looks and acts like an approachable young man.

Hates bananas, finds them too sweet and mushy. The fruit was completely unknown where he grew up so after the first introduction went over poorly, Yuru never bothered to acquire a taste for them. Needless to say, he passed the Blademaster exam with flying colours.

Since Yuru was already fairly well-trained in combat by his birth clan when he joined the Yiga, he quickly rose through the ranks.

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Name: She has gone by many. Some sounded better than others, but ultimately she does not care what she's called.
Pronouns: she/her
Race: Minish, or Picori to plebs.
Class: Philanthropic misanthrope

Appearance: This critter is about the size of a Hylian's thumb, if one disregards the prehensile tail which is about as long as she stands tall. It usually rests on the floor when at ease. During more intent movement, the tail is carried with a slight curve to it, suspending it just above the ground.

Her  tail is a sleek and thin thing, bare until about halfway down to its end, where from which tiny, spindly feathers emerge like barbs that ultimately knit densely into a round plume at its tip. At the center of it is a dark blue pattern which resembles an eye, with concentric rings of vibrant, iridescent blues, greens, and bronzes radiating outwards.

From her head sprout dreadlocks the colour of straw that reach down to the base of her tail, and these are held back and out of her face by a bandana. Her eyes, shaped much like a squirrel's, are a strikingly pale blue, and her skin tone is fair, with a dusting of freckles across her snout.

Clothing is of little concern to this Minish, and she is currently dressed in threadbare apparel; a pair of loose-fitting tan pants that have been mended over and over, and a non-descript draped top that is a faded olive colour, pinched at a shoulder and fastened with a fibula.

Is invisible to anyone but good, well-behaved children, or those who are exceptionally perceptive. However, she can opt to make herself visible to someone, but this can never be reversed. Needless to say, as a tiny, defenseless and above all rare creature, revealing herself could mean putting herself danger.