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Poe
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Artist unknownLev is much like any other Poe with coal black βskinβ and a ghostly visage where the only defined features are a pair of oversized and glowing pointed ovoid pale blue eyes and a pair of humanoid arms jutting from beneath a tattered and extremely worn and hooded off-white cloak and red scarf. His overall height is around 4β10β (125cm), and while one cannot make out any features of the Poe beneath his cloak, it is fair to assume its form is fairly lithe, given the absence of legs or well-defined torso.
Rounding out Levβs appearance is the typical lantern all Poes carry with them; seemingly crafted of iron, the lantern is robust enough to be swung around and strike objects. It is octahedron in shape, with a parasol-like cover on top and a flat-topped pyramid base that is thick and sturdy, made up of several bars in sequence. The flame contained within is seemingly unaffected by wind or the weather, and requires no known fuel-source; some say it is the soul of a Poe itself, but that is only speculation as any Poe willing to be cordial is very evasive of the answer.
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An affable and curious sort, Lev came into existence with naught by questions and an unsatisfactory amount of answers. Instead of allowing himself to be consumed by the hatred and anger that tends to come with the territory of realizing youβre undead and having lost everything you held dear while mortals stomp around your grave site in happy ignorance, Lev instead opted to treat the whole ordeal as a fresh experience and decided that time was better spent figuring out the world rather than moping about what ifs.
The Poe is a rather unhurried individual, as mortal concerns such as eating and sleeping are literally worries for another life. Sometimes he likes to follow individuals, unseen to the mortal eye, other times heβll spend weeks at a time doing whatever strikes his fancy. Whatever the case may be, Lev is very much so an individual that isnβt tied to any one place or thing and is a creature prone to abandoning pursuits on a whim, figuring he can pick them up again sometime later.
One of Levβs great aspirations is to quite literally ghostwrite a novel based on heroic deeds of some hapless mortal he is certain exists out there, and he wishes to leave a legacy through this tale that will, with luck, fill a niche for an audience thatβs rather tired of this whole reincarnating green tunic hero business that takes up half of every library across Hyrule.
While Lev can quite handily hide himself from visible sight, save for his lantern, he has a rather disdainful relationship with dogs, as they are able to sense him and seem to always, without fail, bark endlessly until he departs. Sometimes he deliberately uses this to torment the living, generally his usually cheerful mood darkens somewhat when heβs near dogs; the mangy beasts tend to foil his plans, and probably for the best as Lev is quite fond of messing around with mortals and sometimes revealing himself to scare them. It isnβt an act born of malice, but rather simple amusement. When one canβt enjoy the taste of food or the effects of alcohol, one must find alternate forms of entertainment.
While most mortal fears donβt really apply to Poe, he is quite afraid of ceasing to exist and some person or thing rumoured to exist by Poes everywhere called the Collector, who claims Poe souls for their collection for reasons no one seems to know. While many dismiss the idea of this Collector as superstitious folklore or myth, itβs made Lev very hesitant to confront anyone that looks capable of destroying his physical form.
Lev doesnβt really have friends for obvious reasons, and he hasnβt had much of a reason to speak with more than a handful of mortals at length. While curiosity and a lingering sense of isolation are dominating factors of his life, he has not come across a mortal that he has anything in common with, such as the presence of legs or the ability enjoy a steak.
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Well over a century ago, a lantern appeared in Hyrule Field on the side of the road. Discovered by a traveling merchant, the lantern was dusted off, having been half buried in the dirt and sod. To the merchantβs surprise, the lantern ignited and into the world emerged a new Poe, one who would eventually call himself Lev. After mutually terrifying one another and sending the merchantβs wagon screaming into the night, the Poe found itself in a world without explanation. Angry and confused, the Poe found a few things that fell off of the merchantβs wagon, including an atlas and a very simple story book about the fabled Hero of Time. Intrigued by this discovery and the realization that the words made sense to the Poe, he realized people had names. Despite his obvious differences from the living, the Poe decided rather quickly that he qualified as a person and so set out to find one.
Over the next several years, the Poe, calling himself Lev after trying and failing to find something meaningful and so decided to shorten the word Levitate, wandered Hyrule aimlessly, largely avoiding people as he had discovered on a handful of occasions that firstly, people were not fond of ghosts, and second, he was quite able to feel pain when things were thrown at him, something he found rather disagreeable about the whole undead thing. While he never aged, felt hunger, cold, or illness, a sense of touch remained, and his physical form could in fact be damaged. It was becoming rather clear of why the majority of other Poes he came across were rather resentful towards the Hylian people and other living races, as they both represented what they could never have and the fear of Poes kept them utterly isolated from the living.
As Lev wandered, he discovered more about the world he resided, including the general history of Hyrule, its people, and the reoccurring fable of the reincarnating hero, Princess Zelda, and the evil King Ganon, and their relationship to the Triforce. Buried away in libraries and even from the lips of story tellers, it was a common tale that caught peopleβs imaginations, and one Lev took interest in, partially because it was something of an escapist fantasy to reincarnate and live again. At first the stories were fun and exciting, but in the end, they felt predictable. Good triumphs over evil, tunic boy defeats a demon king, the kingdom is saved, rinse and repeat. It was said they were all true, and had been a part of Hyruleβs history since the very beginning, and even the artistic motifs of the temples seemed to reflect this, but it felt like little more than a widely accepted fable. As Lev went through more and more books, looking for other tales, they all inevitably returned to the blood of the Goddess, the reincarnating Hero, the Triforce, and of course the demon king. Surely this world had more to offer?
And so, Lev journeyed to Gerudo Valley for a time to see if he could find anything about King Ganon from the source, but the Gerudo are hardly forthcoming people, and after appearing to a young woman he had pegged as some form of mystic, Lev had found himself thoroughly beaten and his lantern discarded in the sandy wastes of the desert, where he wandered for over a decade before rediscovering his path back to Hyrule Field. However, his time was not entirely wasted; he did discover that the Gerudo did indeed only have one male born every 100 years who was destined to become their king, although details became less clear on if and when Ganon came from that. His subsequent attempts to make contact with other Gerudo on the matter ended with similar hostilities.
Levβs return to Hyrule proper prompted him to seek out other Poes and to see what their thoughts on the world were, and depressingly, most seemed to be rather fixated on discovering their mortal lives and lamenting their loss. Others simply became beings of evil and undisguised malice, intent on inflicting harm where possible. Whereas Lev had expected some form of commonwealth with his fellow Poes, he instead found in his kind a largely aimless lot that cared little for history, culture, or even storytelling, and what Poes he found that werenβt beings of malice and despair often didnβt have anything more to add other than amusing anecdotes of their travels and the acts of mortals. The only constant amongst the Poe people was a collective fear of the Collector, a being that entrapped Poe souls that were never seen or heard of again. Of course, a few had even claimed to have witnessed this Collector firsthand, but descriptions wildly varied, and many dismissed the Collector as a story meant to scare ghosts, since immortality was rather devoid of much that could frighten something thatβs already dead.
Deciding that there was more to unlife than aimless wandering and occasionally reading some old forgotten tome to learn of a new fable, Lev decided he would try his hand at writing his own, based on real people that would appeal to the common, aka utterly unremarkable, people of Hyrule as heroes they could relate to. No one was going to grow up to be the spirit of the Hero or Princess Zelda, so Lev decided his purpose in the world was to write the best story the world had ever seen... or at least one that would offer some form of reprieve from the biggest fable in Hyrule's history.
Heβd even be around long enough to see the subsequent Temples and statues stemming from his tale be built, and an unremarkable spirit would forever leave his mark on the world. That is, until something better came along. And so, Lev set off, intent on finding the hero of his storyβ¦
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Invisibility (7) Being a ghost, Lev is capable of vanishing from plain sight; that is, all but his lantern, which remains forever tangible to naked eyes. This has forced him to become rather creative in moving around undetected, including hitching his lantern to moving objects to hide suspicion
Levitation (10) Lev, for obvious reasons, never touches the ground, and can change altitude at will.
Phasing through Objects (6) Lev can phase through solid objects at will, although it requires a fair deal of concentration, meaning the chances of him using it to avoid harm are fairly low if he doesnβt have ample time to prepare. Additionally, while phasing, Lev loses all sense of physical sensation, and relies on his sight to figure out where he is. For this reason, Lev will never attempt to pass through anything like a mountain.
Pyrokinesis (7) Levβs primary form of attack is emitting balls of unnatural blue flame that can be thrown like bombs or released like semi-tracking orbs that can be thwarted by putting something between the target and the orbs. Likewise, his lantern can emit a burst of short-ranged fire that behaves like natural flames.
Unlimited Stamina (10) Thereβs a few perks to not having a mortal body, and as a Poe, Lev never feels exhausted or the need to rest. Unlike his flames, which require time to recharge, Lev can float around indefinitely and otherwise keep moving without any sort of fatigue.
Literacy (7) Able to read and write standard Hylian as well as a respectable amount of the Gerudo language, Lev wonβt be thwarted by incomprehensible signs, sign off on shady wavers, or be confounded by store prices.
Intimidation (5) People either have one or two reactions to confronting a Poe; terror or the need to start trying to beat on it like a haunted piΓ±ata. Levβs challenge is determining who does what before revealing himself to unsuspecting individuals.
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Lev is fixated on becoming an author and finding someone, or a group, that he can observe on some form of grand adventure he can write about. Since he was formed, Lev has had an interest in stories and books in general and has decided thatβs the best way to leave a lasting legacy. After he finds this story, he intends to find some way to publish it, under a pseudonym, and forward the proceeds to graveyards across Hyrule.
A lesser concern, and one heβs vowed never to try to dig into as heβs seen how it drives some Poes mad, is figuring out exactly who he was when he was a mortal. Of course, he sees himself as an independent entity from whoever came before, but thereβs always that curiosity he tries rather hard to ignore.
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An old leather-bound journal with blank pages for writing, along with a quill and inkwell. He stores these somewhere in his cloak.
His lantern, which is a permanent fixture of being a Poe
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